"It doesn't matter if we're right or wrong. You and your men can't disobey orders. An officer who does needs to be relieved of his command." Does that shit make sense to you?
"Sir," Nate emphasizes, without letting go of the phone, "I'm merely trying to pass you accurate information. There is no hunter-killer RPG team." He lets it go. "What is your order, sir?" You guessed it. "I'm calling in a fire mission." Nate can't believe it, but Encino Man keeps talking, slow as slow: "At ... Papa Quebec 059... 098, 038 degrees, 200 meters." Nate doesn't blink. "Aye aye, sir," he says, and walks away. Look at the sky.
As Encino Man calls it in, Face is all, "So... Do we get ready to be bombed or what?" Nate shakes his head. "There won't be a fire mission. Hitman's using the wrong protocols." Face nods, and explains it to Doc: "Hitman has the grids all designated wrong. There won't be a fire mission." Doc delights in the irony of actually having their asses saved by the incompetence for once, and everybody's too tired to even deal with it so they all just kind of stare and wander away.
Later, the air strike team asks Encino Man to reconfirm his grid zone designator, and his awesome response over comms? "Um... What do you mean?" They finally get it and you can hear the weariness in the guy's voice: "Stand by, Hitman." Patterson's air strike gets cleared, though, and everybody watches a bunch of buildings blow up. Patterson worries about the civilian casualties, but I mean, at least they didn't throw missiles directly at themselves. I guess that's good.
Prayers go out over the speakers in the town as Ray watches the buildings go. "Guess it pays to have the right protocols when you're calling in a fire mission," Espera says grimly. Everybody stares at the town, guns at the ready, and soon enough bullets start flying at them, freaking Evan out. Brad waits to see muzzle flashes, which of course pisses off Trombley, but Brad doesn't even explain it, just keeps looking. Ray spots some guys, and Brad clears the teams, and they open fire. Everybody's screaming, grinning wildly, Manimal and Walt are gritting their teeth as they shoot, the building is ripped apart, and Walt almost kisses his gun for finally working. "Damn, sucker," says Ray. "I just got some. Look at me, Brad. I'm a man now. Prayer again. Just like you... Except I don't look like a faggot and talk all educated." Brad rolls his eyes and takes off; Espera comes in behind him and settles down beside Ray, who blows him a kiss.