Hit-and-run.

Whoever he is,

he's gone.

Unless he's a pro.

We got no movement, not a sign of a shadow.

- I'm going down there. That's it. - Roger that.

You got eyes on that wall?

I got eyes on your ass, fancy pants.

- Come on, man, talk to me, talk to me. What do you see?

Something's not right.

I'm hit!

I'm coming, man!

How bad is it?

Isaac, bullet went through.

I've got a man down!

Fuck!

What's your position? Over.

We got a sniper. High caliber weapon. Requesting extraction.

Sergeant, I mean, your exact location.

Say it again?

You got an accent.

Not American.

You're the sniper.

Where are you, man.

You got eyes on him? Where did he come from?

I don't know!

If I were you,

I would start talking, Isaac.

What do you want?

I want to get to know you.

- I got one shot. - No, no, no!

The second you touch that rifle, you're dead.

This is true. When this is over, his family won't recognize him.

"THIS ISN'T WAR..."

You're dehydrated.

How does this end, man?

"IT'S A GAME"

Death, you will bleed out.

The scope

is an extension of my eye.

You're fading.

You're fading.

I'm fantastic!

The trigger is an extension of my fist.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

The rifle is an extension of me!

- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. - And I'll strike you down!

I know where you are now!

THE WALL