13 Hours The Secret Soldiers Of Benghazi (2016)... Direct

The humid night in Benghazi didn’t smell like revolution anymore; it smelled like spent brass and diesel.

The roof erupted. Dust, concrete shards, and the blinding white flash of an explosion turned the Annex into a furnace. Jack scrambled through the grit, his lungs burning. Through the haze, he saw Rone, steady as a rock, returning fire into the dark tree line where the muzzle flashes flickered like angry fireflies. 13 Hours The Secret Soldiers Of Benghazi (2016)...

"Rone," Jack muttered into his comms, his voice low enough to stay under the wind. "You think they’re coming back for a second round?" The humid night in Benghazi didn’t smell like