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[man breathing deeply]

[monitor trilling]

[keyboard clacking]

[jarring, menacing music playing]

[Freya] So, anything?

He's not a ghost.

I saw him. So should you.

I'm on it, boss.

I'm waiting.

[McKenna grunting]

[frying pan sizzling]

Come on, come on, come on.

[Freya] Zoom in.

In!

MATCH

I got them. Send the fucking squad.

[wind whistling]

[McKenna] Time to go.

You want some coffee? There's one for you.

Coffee? Nah. Gives me the jitters.

Suit yourself.

[foreboding music playing]

Shit's still warm.

-We've missed them. -Fuck.

So, uh, you wanna tell me where we're going?

-Drive first. Questions later. -[Kaiju whines inquisitively]

[suspenseful intro music playing]

[music trails off]

[Grim] Jesus.

We're flying blind here, Jo.

No comms, no OPSAT. And agents in the field who need our help?

We need someone who can get our systems back up.

[Jo] Anyone on that list could be compromised.

Last thing we want to do is lead the hackers to Fort Meade.

I have an idea, but it's a long shot.

How long?

Canada. Winnipeg, probably.

You'll like him. He hacked the NSA a while back.

Get me on a plane.

[crowd clamoring]

["Concerto" from Vivaldi's "The Four Seasons" playing]

[elegant, dynamic classical music playing]

[in German] All clear with number one.

[audience clapping rhythmically]

[emcee] Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome

to this year's keynote speaker,

Diana Shetland.

[audience member] Brava!

[Diana] Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

[classical music trails off]

[Diana] For too long,

corporate attitudes have been focused on expanding the competitive environment

in search of greater and greater profit.

But profit comes at a cost.

Climate change.

Mass migration.

Famine.

Societal collapse.

All-too-real challenges our world faces today.

At Displace International,

we have worked tirelessly

to make our planet a safer place.

And today, safety means finding a way

to provide the energy the planet needs

without ignoring the needs of the planet.

A time for change is upon us.

And with that, I give you Xanadu.

A wholly man-made, self-sufficient island.

Wind, solar, and hydroelectric power.

All clean energies working together

toward a brighter, safer, better future.

For us, for our children,

and our children's children.

[audience cheering]

Get close on this one.

[tinny classical music playing]

[elegant classical music building]

[plane PA chimes]

[music halts]

[dogs barking]

["Keep Hustlin" playing]

[forceful hip-hop music playing]

[song continues over headphones]

[door chime jingles]

[door opens, closes]

[Grim clears throat]

-Here for a pickup? -Yes.

Name?

[Grim] Thunder.

Who's asking?

[somber music playing]

-[Fisher] I'll be back soon, Kaiju. -[Kaiju whimpering]

Be nice, will you?

You're okay.

[Kaiju whining softly]

Bye.

Shall we?

Sorry about the canine.

She'll be fine. Unfortunately, she's used to it.

-What about you? -Me?

[engine sputtering]

[engine turns over]

I'm always up for a road trip.

[Thunder] So.

You're NSA?

[Diana] Uh, no.

We work under direct orders of the president of the United States.

We're 4th Echelon.

[Thunder] Thought that didn't exist.

-It was just a rumor. -And that's how we like it.

Our job is to support the field operatives

tasked with the most demanding and dangerous

intelligence-gathering missions our nation has to offer.

Our nation?

I'm Canadian.

You do realize this is Ojibwe territory, right?

[Grim] Full scholarship to MIT,

dual majors in computer science and electrical engineering,

magna cum laude…

We need you.

You single-handedly broke down three governments

with the Copenhagen cable leaks, right?

You do know Canada and the US signed a treaty on extradition?

You gonna arrest me?

That's what I thought.

Look, lady, I'm flattered, but all of that's behind me.

You have a safe journey back, though, eh?

No, you listen to me.

The situation is dire. I will not take no for an answer.

I've got two agents stranded on the field in the dark.

We suspect shadow ops dealing in chaos algorithms,

Masse kernels, or…

-Chaos algorithms? -[Grim continuing faintly]

Hold on. Did you say chaos algorithms?

-Give me your phone. -Excuse me?

Your phone. Now.

[intriguing music pulses]

Аnd please pick up that cig butt, would you?

[Grim] What are you doing?

Oh, there it is.

Wow. What a mess.

You're in deep.

That was careless. Lucky I've got this place monitored.

[car door closes]

Are we doing this, or what?

[engine turns over]

[McKenna] Since you don't seem in any hurry to finish eating those things,

I have to ask.

What's an ex-Splinter agent doing living in Poland?

[Fisher sighs]

There are no ex-Splinter agents.

The countryside here is quiet.

I like it.

Look, can I ask why we're driving halfway across Poland?

Lukas Kersetz, CIA.

We're headed to his old apartment.

He was a plant in Displace International.

Rings a bell.

CIA doesn't go after corporate espionage.

Times have changed.

I went out to help him with his investigation.

We thought Displace were gonna sell their green energy patents to China,

or Russia.

If you can create cheap, renewable power from the ocean,

you can power a navy.

[clerk] Can I see your ID?

[McKenna] Base missiles and aircraft off the coast of any country at any time.

What's their endgame?

Don't know yet. We were collecting intel, but…

things didn't go as planned.

[introspective music playing]

[Fisher] You two get close?

[McKenna sighs]

A bit more than that.

[Fisher] Mmm.

Well, that's against the rules.

But we've all been there.

Where is he now?

He's dead.

Hm.

[engines whooshing]

[aggressive metal music pounding]

[song continuing faintly over headphones]

["Ce matin-là (Vegyn remix)" by Air playing]

[door chimes]

[tranquil electronic music continues]

Anna, you made it. I'm glad.

And you must be Thunder.

Welcome to 4th…

Echelon.

-How did you manage to-- -I'm good.

[Thunder] All right, baby. Show me what you got.

[tranquil music intensifies]

[music trails off]

We could get this to Grim if we could contact her.

-She has the tools to extract-- -It's not enough.

For security, we split the files between two places.

The other half is in his watch, at our apartment here in Szczecin.

[McKenna grunts]

I need to go get it.

[sighs]

-[Fisher] You're not ready. -Step away, man.

-And my old bones could use some exercise. -I said, move your ass.

Now is not the time for revenge, agent.

You've got to rest.

Believe me, your time will come.

But it's not now.

[moody, introspective music playing]

[inhales, exhales softly]

Fine.

[McKenna] I've lived in dozens of places,

but this was the only one that felt like a home.

Apartment 404.

[man grunts]

[in Polish] Somewhere in the hallway. Haven't you heard anything?

[tense music playing]

No, that's not it.

[McKenna in English] It's a nice, large, cozy loft.

As you enter, you'll see a narrow hallway.

Walk down it and head to the bedroom.

Last door on the right.

[man in Polish] Let go!

Huh?

[grunting, wheezing]

[low, menacing music playing]

[clattering]

[menacing music building]

[struggling faintly]

[menacing music intensifies]

[silenced gunfire]

[tense music pulsing]

[Fisher breathing steadily]

[in English] What?

I'm sorry.

[haltingly] Ms. Shetland asked for you to call back ASAP.

[Freya] Bedroom. Now.

[McKenna] There were a few places he'd hide things.

If I had to guess, I'd try the dresser.

There's a compartment behind the middle drawer.

-[gun cocks] -[sputters]

[Fisher] Shh.

[whispering] Thank you.

Yes. Yes, ma'am. I understand.

-[man cries out] -What… You two, with me.

Didn't you say the room was cleared?

Fuck!

Come on, hurry the fuck up. We need to find the son of a bitch.

[holding breath silently]

[inhales deeply, exhales]

Getting sloppy, Fisher.

["Beast Mode" by Olivier Bibeau playing]

♪ Ready for war, ready for action Ain't no report, gripping the traction ♪

Do you need something?

[driving, forceful hip-hop playing]

♪ I'll never come down I'm making hits by doing these sounds ♪

[Grim] Sorry. Did you need something?

Wait, what?

[song continuing faintly]

Do you need anything?

Coffee, I guess.

How's your mission going?

-It's done. -What do you mean?

Mission accomplished. All connections are back.

It's done.

[phone buzzes]

Fisher.

-Ready? -[Fisher sighs]

Been too long, Sam.

Not long enough, Grim. Jo.

Sam. McKenna. Glad to see you're in better shape.

You got lucky.

Thunder here re-established the comms in record time.

Wow. Good to meet you, Thunder.

You can call me Zinnia.

And this rattled old coffin-dodger is Sam Fisher.

-Nice to meet you. -We've been busy.

You sure your name ain't Bolesław Miłosz?

[moody, suspenseful music playing]

[McKenna] What's going on?

Fisher?

-[Fisher] If he knows that name… -[vehicle approaching]

…so do they.

[man in Polish] Come on.

[in English] Come on.

Welcome to the 4th Echelon, Thunder.

Okay, hold up. Can someone tell me what just happened?

[moody, suspenseful music intensifying]