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My crew will stow your cargo below deck.

A special compartment, safe from prying eyes,

as you requested.

Thank you, captain.

Discretion is a dying art, this day and age.

You sail as soon as you're loaded.

Do you have further questions for me?

Hmm.

These answer all my questions.

Watch it.

What the hell?

Weapons?

As I told you, captain,

discretion is truly a dying art.

Please inform your gallant crew to set a course for New York.

Kilroy.

I need you to

do a background check for me.

Kilroy? Is something wrong?

No. Yes.

Probably not.

Uh, background check.

You got a name or is it dealer's choice?

- Daphne White. - Coffee table.

- Coffee table? - Coffee table.

Are we doing a bit? Coffee table.

How did you know I was gonna ask you for this?

Daphne White.

Fifth grade school teacher.

Predisposed to, uh,

fantasy/action/adventure genre.

She likes stinky cheese, Pinot noir, line dancing.

Kind of weird. You met her at a grocery store,

and you, uh, set up a date for this weekend.

You've been spying on me.

You do realize how ironic it is to ask me that, don't you?

Look, I've done whatever I can

to make this a fully-functioning Faraday cage,

shielding most transmissions from going in or out,

but what I can't prevent is your phone from backing itself

up to our servers every time you enter the building.

Including my personal texts.

You might wanna change your settings.

Or don't. Doesn't really matter.

It's not gonna work out with you two.

Why?

What did you find out?

She mentioned me to her friends?

It's kind of creepy you have no presence online.

Look, she's gonna dump you, man,

as soon as she finds out you don't have any

social media accounts.

You don't have any.

What're you talking about? I've got like 4,000 of them.

In this one, I'm a millionaire

who sold his first startup to Elon Musk

when he was 16 years old. Adrian Hollbrook.

Yeah, you're probably right.

I'll call her. I'll cancel the date.

Okay, stop. Wait.

Maybe I can help.

I don't need any favors from you.

It's not for you, okay?

I mean, if she can keep you busy, you know,

and out of my SCIF, uh, think of it more

as a "quid pro quo, Clarice" vibe,

rather than a favor. So...

I'm gonna make it look like you've been on social media

since the dawn of time. You like dogs or cats?

I am not entirely comfortable with...

- Dogs or cats? - Dogs.

Meet Nikodemos Xanatos,

an arms dealer who specializes

in providing the world's worst weapons

to the most vile terrorist organizations.

Isis, Hezbollah, Boko Haram.

I've more than heard of him.

Niko's been on the JSOC

kill/capture list for years now.

Yeah, for good reason.

I ran an op in Iraq to stop the supply chain

- of EFPs that he was bringing in. - Hmm?

Explosively formed penetrators.

That weapon killed hundreds of our troops.

The guy has ice water running through his veins.

So what's the mission?

My contact at the CIA has informed me

that they've learned that Niko

is about to make an illegal

arms deal in New York City.

Well, he's on domestic soil.

That's out of the CIA's jurisdiction.

Precisely, which is why they've

asked us to finish the job.

Soldiers only kill lawful combatants.

We don't murder people.

A distinction and boundary I respect.

But Niko's actions are responsible

for countless atrocities.

This guy's notorious for killing

anybody who gets in his way.

This is a caravan of Bedouins

in Iraq who made the mistake

of making camp at one of his drop sites.

He just ruthlessly slaughtered them.

If we don't take him out, many more will die.

Sometimes you have to do a bad

thing for the greater good.

This has the Intel the CIA has gathered

on his current whereabouts.

The mission is simple.

You go to New York City,

you locate and neutralize the target.

You should be in and out in 24 hours.

To cover the op, Kilroy will create chatter

that the Russian mafia killed Niko for OPSEC.

Good deal.

And, uh, I'll make sure to leave this off

your list of hobbies for you know who.

I'll explain that later. Probably not.

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CIA Intel was right.

Niko is here.

We should be able to tap into hotel security feeds now.

How do you always manage to get a hold of all this gear?

Girls gotta have some secrets.

Niko's on the 41st floor.

So our best option is to set up

a sniper's nest on this roof here.

What?

The power spike. Where are you coming from?

I don't understand.

I calibrated you yesterday.

You're drawing more power than you should.

You're not really gonna make me

go under your hood, are you?

Yeah, you aren't.

Okay, have it your way.

Full diagnostic should track you down.

Wind velocity,

5km per hour.

2:00.

Temperature, 38.9 degrees Celsius.

Distance to target, 350 meters.

Four klicks up.

Step away from the gun.

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Isabel?

After all these years,

I did not think you'd recognize me, Bryan.

Look at you.

All grown up.

- How'd you find me? - You taught me well.

Never let your prey leave your sight.

I saw you tailing Niko at the hotel.

Domingo and I followed you both here.

When I realized your intent...

Well, here we are.

If you're hunting Niko too, why did you stop me?

Because, Bryan,

I need Niko alive.

Oh.

That is disappointing.

Is that correct?

Should I be concerned?

Mm-hmm. That's a good word for it.

Three different diagnostics

returning three identical results.

Looks like something is transmitting data

out of this SCIF, but that's impossible.

No, no, our network is definitely getting chummy

with someone on the outside.

I mean, the digital handshakes are negligible.

- But, um... - But what?

The transmissions are... are miniscule,

but, uh, the cumulative effect is what's got me spooked.

If they're being compiled elsewhere, then, um...

- We've been hacked. - Mm.

When you checked the SCIF,

you assured me it was secure.

- Kilroy. - It was... it is, all right?

It's just that electromagnetic shielding isn't full-proof.

Clearly. So, well, maybe it's

a natural phenomenon, like a solar flare.

I thought about that, but you see this?

This is the Fibonacci sequence.

It's the sequence that reflects inherent uncertainty.

And... Ah, it doesn't matter.

I understand the math. What's the implication?

That sequence is being used by someone

to look up our skirts.

You mean, someone more clever than yourself.

No.

Game is definitely afoot.

Isabel, why are you here in New York?

And why do you need a man

like Nikodemos Xanatos.

It was always my father's dream

to see my homeland free.

Niko can assist me in making his dream reality.

I don't understand. Who is your father?

Francisco Edu.

President of Equatorial Guinea.

Former president.

My father died months ago.

I'm sorry to hear that.

He was a great man.

The US fostered a democratic government there

several years back, right?

Yeah, I was stationed there.

During that time, Bryan and his

men were guests in our home.

More like family,

which is why I find it hard to believe you would ever

wanna make a deal with a man like Niko.

She had little choice.

After her father's death,

Isabel was named acting president.

But she must be able to defend our country

from the animals that killed him.

Much has changed since you left.

My people are suffering, Bryan.

Boko Haram.

I'd know them anywhere.

They have been attacking our borders,

killing whoever won't convert.

Kidnapping our women.

Doing unspeakable things.

We need the weapons from Niko to protect

our people from these terrorists.

The US backed you before. I'm sure they could

provide you with the weapons that we need.

Your government promised to do exactly that.

Then reneged.

Forcing me to make a deal with the devil, Nikodemos.

An illegal arms deal.

My father always said,

"Sometimes you must be bad

"for the greater good."

My people are dying, Bryan.

Please, allow me to trade for

the weapons Niko promised.

Do with him whatever you want after.

Hello, Bryan.

Mission complete?

Not yet.

There's been a wrinkle of sorts.

Can you look up Isabel Edu?

You mean the acting president of Equatorial Guinea?

She's been fighting a losing battle with Boko Haram

ever since she took office after her father's death.

Then her story checks out.

What does this got to do with your mission?

Isabel and I go way back.

When I was stationed in Equatorial Guinea,

she and her father took me in.

It's Isabel who's buying arms from Niko.

And I promised her to help her get them back.

I don't feel comfortable with this.

The mission comes first. Always.

Boko Haram murdered her father,

and now they are slaughtering innocent people.

I'm sorry, but I can't just sit back and do nothing.

Once Isabel has the weapons,

then I'll take Niko down.

Do it.

Let us know how we can help.

Kilroy, why is Ajna 2.0 starting up?

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I'm having a good-news-bad-news moment.

You... you remember those sporadic

digital handshakes I was talking about?

- Based on the Fibonacci sequence. - Mm-hmm.

The good news is that I know why they're happening.

The bad news is I know why they're happening.

Someone's stealing Ajna from me. From us.

Shut it down. Shut it down.

We need to figure this out right now.

We've just left Santana and Mills out in the cold.

These go in your ear, and they will keep us

in constant communication with each other.

This will allow me to be your eye in the sky.

Domingo will electronically transfer a payment to Niko

after he's shown us the weapons.

After the transfer is complete,

and you have the weapons,

Niko's mine.

Nikodemos Xanatos, it is good to meet you at last.

Everything has been arranged like we dis...

Niko only speaks to his own kind.

What does that mean?

It means he won't speak to a woman.

Then he'll speak with me.

You have brought payment?

Where are the weapons?

They're here.

Hidden in plain sight.

Transfer payment and I will direct you to their containers.

We leave in peace then.

Is this acceptable?

I would like to see

what I'm paying for.

Hmm.

Wow.

I am so lucky that I get to bask

in the glow of such testosterone.

Mills, you met me know when you're

done sizing each other up, okay?

2,000 M-4 automatic rifles. 500 RPGs...

That son of a bitch is selling US weapons.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Move it in! Move it in!

Incoming, Mills.

It's the FBI. Mills!

Federal Bureau of Investigation.

You're under arrest.

Move, get under cover.

Domingo.

- Bryan, help! - Isabel, we have to go.

We can't leave him.

He's dead.

- Get in. - Come on, get in the van.

Look, there's nothing we can do. Get in.

- Isabel. - I'm not leaving without him.

Go.

Stay down.

I can't believe Domingo is dead.

- And Isabel... - She wouldn't get in the van. Mills.

You gotta stop beating yourself up.

If Hart was still at the ODNI, she

never would have let this happen.

She would've made sure the FBI

and the CIA shared Intel.

Clearly, they both have different agendas

when it comes to Niko.

Did you get her on the phone?

You have reached the office of Christina Hart...

Straight to voicemail.

It never goes to voicemail.

Try her cell.

You've reached Christina Hart...

Same.

Something's wrong.

Looks like we're on our own.

Check if Isabel's earwig is still transmitting GPS.

Okay.

We got a signal. She's on the move.

They're probably taking her to an FBI

stronghold or something.

What now?

We free Isabel, finish the mission,

and neutralize Niko.

Bust Isabel out of FBI custody?

That's a baller move, man.

Aren't we gonna need help?

I don't think so.

We still have Isabel.

Where are you taking me?

I must make arrangements for my body guard.

You've got bigger problems on your horizon.

Is the United States confiscating the weapons?

Where are you taking them?

Ma'am, that's really none of your concern.

Do you know who I am?

A terrorist colluding with Nikodemos Xanatos.

Now, he may have slipped through the tracks,

but I'm betting you can tell me how to find him.

With what?

Ten agents and a half dozen vehicles?

You're going to need a bigger army.

That's my girl.

Special agents, Ma'am. It makes all the difference.

You Americans, always so cocky.

I'll take that as a compliment.

Why are you sticking me in this

forgotten trailer in the back?

I have a right to a phone call.

I suggest exercising your right to remain silent.

The FBI has taken two of our men,

and has our weapons.

What do you wanna do, Niko?

We risked much coming to America.

I would see my merchandise returned.

Returned?

We should cut our losses and

flee this godforsaken country.

We should have never come...

You do not give me commands.

Would anyone else like to flee?

I'm using the jammer to scramble the FBI's electronics,

and to cut the power to the entire compound.

Roger that.

That'll grant you a 90 second window

to infiltrate their perimeter and extract Isabel.

Go to sleep.

Bryan.

You came for me.

Of course I came for you.

- You okay? - Yes.

Let's go.

We don't have much time.

Niko's shipments of arms is here.

I'm not leaving without them.

A little old school, but it should do the trick.

And it's secure.

Hey, is everything all right there?

I tried calling, but I couldn't...

SCIF went down. We've been hacked.

Kilroy is trying to locate the leak now.

Report mission status?

Not good.

Get it started.

- Light them up. - X-rays inbound.

On three, two, one.

Let's get out of here.

Go, go, go!

Freeze.

You don't wanna be doing this.

I'm charging you with aiding and abetting terrorism.

Accessory to terrorist acts.

Do you know who I am?

A man facing 25 to life.

Cuff 'em.

Director Casey, I...

I know this is an unusual request,

but with my SCIF down,

- my hands are tied. - Of course, Christina.

I'll take care of this for you right away.

Special Agent Johnson.

Special Agent Johnson, this is Director Casey.

- I'm head of the DNI. - Yes, sir.

Mr. Mills and his team are CIA case officers

working with the Joint Terrorism Task Force, so officially,

- they are not there. - Yes, sir.

Anything he asks you to do,

rest assured, is in our country's best interest.

So follow his lead.

Have I made myself clear in this matter?

Understood, sir.

As far as Isabel Edu is concerned,

she's not a terrorist, she's the acting president

of Equatorial Guinea.

So treat her well.

Yes, Directory Casey.

You've got friends in high places, Mr. Mills.

How can the FBI assist you?

We've isolated all the systems.

Right.

We've checked all the shielding in the SCIF,

and we're no closer to finding the hole.

Okay.

What could penetrate a Faraday cage?

Okay, all right, Kilroy. Calm down.

- I'm calm. - No.

This is me calm.

No, you're not. You're not calm, all right?

You're facing a situation that has officially gone

beyond your control, and...

And you're rattled.

I need control

to make me feel sane.

Yeah, I...

I get that.

Right, I... I look at you and I see that you...

You, like... you control your image,

and you control your environment.

You even wanna control your selection

of imported coffee beans, right?

I understand. Me above all people.

I get it. It's one of the reasons

that I hired you in the first place.

All right, so now the SCIF is your insane world.

And you can make it sane again.

Think.

What could penetrate a Faraday cage.

What?

Radio waves.

Radio waves

can't penetrate a functioning Faraday cage.

What do you hear?

Static.

Yeah.

No signal. So the Faraday

cage is functioning properly.

The only thing that can pierce

a functioning Faraday cage

is a transmitter outputting an ultra-low frequency.

So... so that means that it's here in the SCIF?

Or else how could it transmit data out?

This carriage should get us to port unmolested.

We can transport our cargo

and leave this cursed country.

And what should we do if we're stopped?

I suggest

we all take proper precautions.

No?

I'm not getting a reading.

Are you certain this app is working?

Yes.

I designed it

to detect any low pitch frequency

that could theoretically penetrate

a Faraday cage so long as it's in range.

- What's the range? - 30 centimeters.

Give or take.

The real question you should be asking

is where does Santana get her toys?

Oh, do I have plans for you.

How did Niko acquire American weapons?

It was stolen from a shipment

destined for Israel via Canada.

This man is highly intelligent.

Every time someone thinks they have

him boxed in, he manages to get away.

Niko seems to plan for all foreseeable outcomes.

And benefits even when he loses.

He controls every aspect of his life.

That how he's managed to stay one

step ahead of you for so long.

We can use that against him.

There's only one way he can leave this city

with those weapons. Cargo ship.

But which port? Must be hundreds.

Niko uses Greek transport almost exclusively.

That cuts down the number

of ports in question to...

That one.

That is the port we discussed.

How do you know he didn't stash the weapons

he stole in order to make a hasty retreat?

I mean, the slippery bastard's got a knack for regrouping.

He risked coming to America to sell them.

He's not gonna leave without 'em.

And he knows how to stay off the grid.

Check all the routes to the port.

The more out of the way, the better.

This back road here.

That's the one he's gonna take.

It leads straight to the port.

Never make any assumptions, Mr. Mills.

It's the most controllable route.

Minimal traffic, less local police.

Zero traffic cameras.

It's the best chance we have at stopping him.

The FBI doesn't take chances.

Set up road blocks at all the routes to

New York City within a 60-mile radius.

Set up checkpoints at all the airports too.

I want Niko alive.

Johnson is wrong.

The two of you need to get ahead

of this or Niko will escape.

We're one step ahead of you.

Yeah, and I've got just the thing to stop him.

You think you can make it in time?

Listen, I may be on the mend, but this is my specialty.

I will be there.

Question is, will Niko?

Road block.

Don't stop.

Move out!

Niko blew through our blockade

with a high-powered projectile.

He's headed toward the port.

You were right, Mr. Mills.

We need to send in air cover.

Niko has stingers in those crates.

If he fires another RPG at one of your FBI helicopters,

the risk of civilian casualties is too high.

We gotta close the interstate.

It's the best chance we got at catching Niko.

Niko's got a hell of a head start.

He's taking scenic roads to avoid attention.

If we take a more direct route...

We can cut him off at the pass.

We?

You're staying put.

I'm coming with you.

It's out of the question.

I'm coming with you.

You are as stubborn as your father.

This is all my fault.

If I hadn't made a deal with Niko,

that mad man would not be threatening your country.

Domingo would still be alive.

I'm not a child anymore, Bryan.

Fine.

Besides,

you're going to need all the help you can get.

You remember how to handle a Beretta?

I was trained by the best.

Okay.

You can ride along with Special Agent Johnson.

I'll keep her safe.

If we're gonna catch Niko,

we're gonna need faster cars than these.

Bring it in.

Mills.

I'd like you to meet Special Agent Wood.

He's the best combat driver the FBI has ever trained.

He just came off an undercover assignment

as a wheel man for bank robbers.

This ride was his cover.

Sorry about the chokehold.

Are you even old enough to drive, pretty boy?

Why don't you hop in and we'll find out?

Nice driving.

This ain't my first rodeo.

Close the road. I want it clear of all civilians.

Johnson, we got eyes on Niko's truck.

He's got one support vehicle.

We're moving in to take him out.

Copy that. We're on our way.

We have company.

You know what they say about

guys who drive fast cars?

Get in.

Did you hit any of them?

Maybe if you'd gotten me closer.

Hold on.

Ouf.

Mills, we're right behind you.

Slow down. Let them catch up.

Break right.

Johnson, Isabel, are you okay?

We're okay, but we have agents down.

Johnson to base.

Send paramedics to mile marker 84.

We need to go.

Bryan is going to need our help.

You heard the woman. Let's roll.

- Santana, you in position? - Yeah, good to go.

I'm going in!

Go, Niko, I'll cover you.

Stop right there, Niko!

Get down!

You okay?

It's over.

Put the gun down.

Her code is so elegant.

Unmistakable.

Ella.

"Take thy beak from out my heart."

She must've planted that transmitter

on a burner phone that Santana inventoried.

Wait.

Ella, the hacker that David Ramsay hired

in his bid to take down Little India?

Yeah, and then tried to kill her to cover his tracks.

She got the better of that deal.

And now she's officially become my nemesis.

How much information did she glean?

- She got a pretty good chunk of Ajna. - But not all of it.

Yeah, but I mean, look,

you gave me the algorithm, that's it.

And look what I managed to do.

I'm quite sure she's capable of

figuring out the rest.

She's good. I must admit.

But, uh,

I've always been

more of a backdoor man myself.

And I found hers.

And I'm sending a virus of my own design

that once it reaches her,

will allow us to track her location,

and then mirror her system.

And see how she likes it.

Impressive.

Good work.

Anyway,

I'll be able to reinforce security on the SCIF

once everything is back online.

If Ella's no longer working for Ramsay,

then who did she do all this for?

I don't know.

You wouldn't know anything

about this shipment of weapons

being transferred into the custody

of Isabel Edu, would you?

Not a clue.

My men will load them on the truck.

Niko's dead.

Isabel retains the arms her country needs.

It's only the FBI that comes up short today.

You got Niko's right hand in custody.

I'm sure he'll prove to be a wealth of information.

And the Bureau gets credit for eliminating

one of the world's most lethal and wanted arms dealers.

No, you did that, Mr. Mills.

You're forgetting one thing, Agent Johnson.

I was never here.

All loaded up?

Santana secured passage on

the first ship to Equatorial Guinea.

I'll be leaving shortly.

Thank you, Bryan.

You don't have to thank me.

I have much work to do.

Come with me.

We could finish my father's work together.

Restore balance to my country.

I'm doing good work here.

And I think you're gonna be just fine without me,

Madame President.

It still sounds strange to me.

That will always feel like my father's title.

It's yours now.

Use it well.

He was right about you.

You're the big brother I never had.

You'll always have a home in Equatorial Guinea.

Goodbye, Bryan.

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