Bullshit. You’re just like the rest of us.

It comes with the job. I can accept it.

We’re assets, Dillon. Expendable assets.

He was, um… my friend. … Goodbye, bro.

Thank you, Sergeant. Mac… he was a good soldier.

Put him in his poncho. Take him with us.

I want a defensive position above that ridge… mined with everything we’ve got.

Not a fucking trace. No blood no bodies. We hit nothing.

I don’t know, goddamn it. I saw s-something.

Mac. Mac, look at me! Who did this?

The wound’s all fused, cauterized. What the hell could have done this to a man?

Motherfucker!

Come on in. Old Painless is waiting.

Come on in, you fuckers.

I want Hawkins’s body found. Sweep pattern. Double back. Fifty meters. Let’s go.

Hold it. Hold it! Why didn’t they take his radio or his weapon? Why didn’t she escape?

She says the jungle, it just came alive and took him.

Where the hell is his body?

Did you find Hawkins?

This isn’t her blood

- There’s something in those trees -

What is it? Billy… What the hell is wrong with you?

Been acting squirrelly all morning. That damn nose of his, it’s weird.

What’s got Billy so spooked?

Try it again, please.

Maybe you’d better put her on a leash, agent man.

Come on, sweetheart. Stop sandbaggin’ it

You lose it here, you’re in a world of hurt.

Makes Cambodia look like Kansas.

I hear you. This shit’s something.