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| - Preston Marlowe (Narrating): Next thing we knew we were over South America, courtesy of an agency we couldn't officially name, working for a guy who sent units like ours to early graves every day. Technically, our luck was improving. Terrance Sweetwater: So this Aguire's gotta be some highly placed CIA spook to be out here solo. Samuel Redford: Uh huh. George Gordon Haggard Jr.: I don't like it, I don't like any of it. Sweetwater: Hey, err, Flynn, right? What's our ETA? Sweetwater: Flynn? Mr. Pilot, sir? Come on, dude! Sweetwater: When are we gonna get there? Haggard: Oh! RPG! RPG!
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| - Preston Marlowe (Narrating): Next thing we knew we were over South America, courtesy of an agency we couldn't officially name, working for a guy who sent units like ours to early graves every day. Technically, our luck was improving. Terrance Sweetwater: So this Aguire's gotta be some highly placed CIA spook to be out here solo. Samuel Redford: Uh huh. George Gordon Haggard Jr.: I don't like it, I don't like any of it. Sweetwater: Hey, err, Flynn, right? What's our ETA? Sweetwater: Flynn? Mr. Pilot, sir? Come on, dude! Flynn: (To Sweetwater) Uh, shoot, man. I just... Hang on, man. I just... I lost my smokes. I... hang on a minute. (To himself) Fucking Tuesdays, man. I never get my shit together on a Tuesday. Sweetwater: When are we gonna get there? Flynn: Couple o' minutes. Whoa, how 'bout that? Haggard: Oh! RPG! RPG! Flynn: Yeah, I saw it. Sweetwater: Whoa, what the fuck? Flynn: Now you see these cheap Russian RPGs, they're easy, man. If that was like a Javelin I'd a had to do something really tricky. Redford: Can you just get us to the fucking LZ, before I have to do something real tricky, too? Flynn: (To Redford) Right, right, you got it, boss. (To high command on the radio) Command, this is Ghost Rider reconfirming insert, six four four niner.
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