[first lines]
Matthews:
[sighting through his scope from a bush]
Nothin'. Hit n' run. Whoever it was they're gone. War's over, he got the memo.
[sighs]
Matthews:
Ize?
[bird squawking]
Matthews:
Allen? Ize!
Isaac:
[on his radio]
What?
Matthews:
We got no movement, not a sign of a shadow... How long we been here, man? 18, plus?
Isaac:
20.
Matthews:
[sighs]
Jesus. There's nobody fuckin' out there, man.
Isaac:
Less he's a pro.
Matthews:
A Haji?
Isaac:
I'm just saying, maybe.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:07