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This is Bandit One starting prep
sequence and cleared for takeoff.

Full engine start.

This is Bandit One.
I'm easing her up.

Are we transmitting yet?

Not yet.

Rodgers, Orin,
how's the perimeter?

It's clear.

Bandit One receiving signal,
approaching target vector.

Transmitting to base now, sir.
The place is secure.

Good.
Now we keep it that way.

Take the left flank,
Hargs.Sir.

Was that him?

I don't know.
Let's check it out.

Talk to me.

We got the bogey
on the run, sir.

Which way?

Rodgers, which way?
Which way, Rodgers?

Cannot identify, sir.

Is he jammin' our frequency?

Looks like it, sir.

You're supposed
to be jammin' his.

This is Bandit One.
Homing in on target vicinity.

Hightop. Hightop!

I want you
to hold this position.

Nobody gets in.
You got that?

Got it, sir.

Closing to zero mark center.

Still on approach vector.

- Sir, sir, he's here.
- The Painter's here, sir.

Damn!

Over target signal.

Target is lit. I'm going in.

Got it. Locking on.

Flares away.

Too easy, Naish.
Way too easy.

Damn it.

Training mission is over.
And the Painter does it again.

Returning to base now.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Wait here. Be quiet.

Where's your mummy and daddy?
Huh?

Okay. Come on.

Drive.

Thank you for organizing this

at such short notice, everyone.

As I'm sure you can appreciate,

we've had a serious situation come up
over the last 12 hours in southern Russia

which requires
our immediate attention.

General Igor Zaysan,

an iron fist
from the Brezhnev days.

Afghanistan,
the southern states.

Over the last few years,
he resurfaced in Chechnya.

He made good use of the rebels
there, considering he's a Russian.

He put together a new army,
new weapons.

And now, it seems,
quite possibly, a nuke.

Yesterday, he led a band of his
rebels across the Terek river

and captured
the Kamshev nuclear plant.

Now, three of the four reactors at
Kamshev have been decommissioned.

The fuel rods have been removed
from the fourth reactor,

but it is capable of going
online if it is re-cored.

This would appear to be
a Russian problem, Mr. Tensor.

Please, General,
let us make no mistake.

Gentlemen, Igor Zaysan
is a very dangerous man.

We have been tracking him
for a number of years.

His hatred for the Kremlin has
become a complete obsession.

Hey.

What's this?

What are you doing with them?

They are prisoners.

They surrendered when
we moved into the plant.

Where are you taking them?

Exactly my point.

If he is capable
of re-coring this reactor,

he is capable of detonating it.

That is to say,
potentially 100,000 deaths

in an instant.

And a few hundred thousand
more when the winds

send the fallout over an area
the size of Texas.

Do we have proof
he's capable of all this?

Amanda, pull up
the Flintov picture.

This surveillance photograph
was taken in North Korea.

The Asian is John Lee Kim.

He's the ace of hearts in our
deck of most-wanted arms dealers.

The man with him
is Andre Flintov,

Zaysan's second-in-command.

Now, it seems that Flintov has
plutonium on his shopping list.

What has Uncle Kim got for sale?

Fuel rods from a failed
North Korean reactor.

We have to destroy
the Kamshev plant

before Zaysan re-cores it.

Is the package moving?

Yes.

Will they know what's in it?

The Americans will have their
intelligence and they'll act on it.

You'll see.

We are not in the business
of doing Russia's dirty work.

It's not just the Russians.

There are seven scientists from the
private sector working at Kamshev,

four of whom are Americans.

How the hell did they get there?

The Russians hired them to
help decommission the plant.

Are they still alive?

We're not sure.
One of them, Arthur Moffit,

has stayed in contact
with Moscow by cell phone.

Latest report suggests he's managed
to stay hidden from Zaysan's troops.

So let me get
the bottom line here.

We've got a nuclear reactor
to take out,

hostages to rescue
and it's all on us.

Unfortunately, the Russians
have lost control on this one.

As you know, Mr. Secretary,

they are not averse
to our support in this.

What do you propose?

An air strike.

We level the place.

The hostages are... Four or five lives
against 100,000.

I can accept that.

General, we're not able to do
a large-scale bombing here.

How come? The area
is too contaminated.

Unless we do
a precise air strike,

we risk sending huge clouds of
radioactive dust into the nearby town.

Well, from what I know, these
reactors aren't easy to take out.

We need to target its weak spot.

What we need is a painter.

Send in a painter
with a Ranger team.

I agree.

They could secure the hostages
and choose a precise target.

It could get real difficult
over there.

I have to persuade the President
that this plan could work.

Do we have any guys
with real combat experience?

Yeah, we need someone who's
been through this before.

This man can do it.

Well, I just can't
see it like that.

Well, I just can't see how you
don't look at it any other way.

We had our asses kicked.

Oh, fuck that.

One man don't make a team.

No, he ain't nothin'
without his high-tech shit.

Yeah? Well, I'd like to see
you say that to his face.

Oh, fuck you. I say what
I want to who I want.

Even the Captain?

Yeah. See, we're a team.

We don't hold our piss,
even for Captain.

Well, all I know
is he beat every one of us.

That's gotta count
for something.

What's up, Captain? We gotta go.

We got two suits from D.C.
flying in to give us our mission.

What, tonight? Yeah.

Let's go.

We got a mission.

They're asking for you.

This is theUSS Oakla.

We're in position
and conducting maneuvers.

Will advise
upon operation commencement.

These just came in
from our agent in Dagestan.

Anshan Imports,

one of John Lee Kim's companies.

This shipment's
from Namp'o, North Korea?

Uh-huh. Do we know what it is?

It's certainly big enough
for fuel rods.

The Russians have promised to
keep an eye on its movement.

And to stop it once
the situation's stabilized.

We better have one of our
guys keep an eye on it, too.

It's imperative
we take out that last reactor

before this container
gets there.

It's amazing.

Even old Viktor Ivanov's
given us his blessing.

Come in.

Excuse me, Mr. Ivanov.

Yes, Beslan.

The Prime Minister
is ready for us.

Okay.

Amanda, Johnathan.
Good to see you.

You too, Major.

This is Captain Naish.

He leads the Ranger team
we're sending in.

Good to meet you, Captain.

I know you've been
fully briefed, Captain.

Just so you know
what you're up against,

I thought you'd better
hear this.

You never know,
it might prove critical.

Can you run that for us, Major?

Sure. Sergeant?

The rebels came in
and found the others,

about five of them.

And me and Valentina
are still in the hospital.

You've got to get us out of here.
Please, get us out of here.

They're back.

That's the voice
of Arthur Moffit,

the lead scientist
on the decommissioning team.

How do you know
if he's still alive?

We don't.

The rebels haven't even acknowledged
that they've taken hostages.

The fact is,

we haven't even made contact.

And you think they're gonna
re-core this reactor?

So far, everything points
in that direction.

Good luck, Captain.

Gentlemen.

What's my primary target?

The hostages or the reactor?

Both.

If there's a choice,
which one takes priority?

What are my orders, ma'am?

The reactor.

Is that it?

Do you want to say
anything more to me?

Briefing's over.

Damn it, you can talk to me.

I'm still here for you.

If you want a psych evaluation,
you can read the file.

You wrote it.

It's still there,
the same look in your eyes.

What look would that be?

The one you saw in the inquiry?

That's not fair.

Look, what do you want
from me, Amanda? Thank you?

Okay, thank you.
You cleaned my record.

Means absolutely nothing to those
people buried in the ground.

It wasn't your fault.

I took the order.
I lit the target.

That mission was over years ago.

Those deaths are in the past.
Leave them behind.

That's a good idea.

Prime Minister, hello.

Have you heard
from the Americans?

They want a rescue
and a preemptive air strike.

They say it is
in our best interests.

Of course they would.

Their newfound obsession has
been exhilarating for them.

They are asking for us to
counter with a ground attack.

We can't make that promise.

Then lie.

Let them believe
they're in charge.

The blame rests
on their shoulders.

Has Zaysan found, uh,

what he's looking for?

It's on its way to him
as we speak.

We must let the Americans
take hold of him, too.

I'll tell the President.

That reactor's
got reinforced concrete.

Are you sure there's a
good spot to take it out?

I'll find one.

The spec shows a narrow
target area for it to implode.

It's all about
minimal damage on this op.

We go in, locate the hostages,

paint the target and then get out
before anyone knows we're there.

Any questions?

Yeah. Well, how close
on our ass is the air strike?

They'll be right on our ass.

That's why we gotta
make it quick.

Yeah, well, how hot is it
around the reactor site?

A small company
of Zaysan's loyalists

are protectin' his ass there.

The rest of the rebel troops
are across the river,

20 miles south.

Uh, Captain, this bein'
a... a stealth op and all,

we gotta leave Orin behind.

You can see his fat ass
a mile away.

Go blow yourself, asshole.

Quit it.
Let's pack and roll, people.

Jacks here.

What is happening now?

We're moving forward.

The team's on its way.

We have a man
shadowing the container.

Our forces are ready
to intercept it.

Have them hold off
until the plant is secured,

or those hostages
are as good as dead.

Hey, Hargs.

Man, I did some checkin' on him.

Total malfunction in Bosnia.

Man, he painted
the wrong target.

We're talkin' major
collateral damage.

Yo! What's your name?
What do we call you?

Yeah.
What's your name, dude?

If it comes to having to save
your ass, I wanna know your name.

You worry about saving your ass,

I'll worry about saving mine.

All right, people.
Let's roll.

We're losing their signal.

Must be on a real ride.

Those are 70-mile-an-hour
wind gusts.

Is there a problem, Major?

I hope not.

Ready to
deploy chutes on my mark.

Mark!

Chutes open.
Off the target.

Well, there's nothing more
we can do to help them now.

They're on their own up there.

Painter!

Hargs!

I took a local reading, sir.
Their comm sets are down.

Well, they were due east of us.

So let's pack and go.

Sir.

This way.

Morning, Mr. Secretary.
CUMMINGS: Morning, John.

We have a green light, sir.
The team is on the ground.

When will the target be lit?

Two hours at the most.

One of our satellites will
pick up the Painter's signal.

We have an F-14 standing by
off a carrier in the Gulf.

They're waiting for a go-ahead.

And the Russians have
coordinated an offensive move

to coincide with the strike.

Keep me informed and
keep everything on track.

Yes, sir.
We certainly will.

Good luck.

Thank you, sir. Bye-bye.

Captain Jack Stevens,
skipper of the Oakla.

Lieutenant Randall, sir.
Lieutenant Carter, sir.

Colonel Reynolds gave me some details
about your mission, gentlemen.

In fact, too few.

I was impressed with your
flight record, Lieutenant,

particularly on the F-14 Tomcat,

and I do see that
you're carrier-qualified.

But what I don't see is why a
Navy pilot can't fly this mission.

The way we see this little
get-to, it's an Army problem,

so the Army ought to be
the one to clean it up.

Not good enough, Lieutenant.

The dispatch from Colonel
Reynolds explains the parameters

of this operation,
the need for secrecy.

And I don't give a damn
about dispatch, Lieutenant.

If I'm going to entrust one of
my airplanes to an Army pilot

and let him fly in harm's way,

then, by God,
I want to know why.

Yes, sir.

I know the terrain.
I know the ground crew.

And you could let a naval
aviator fly this operation,

but the Army needs me.

Fair enough, Lieutenant.

Roger that, sir.

This looks like the hospital.

The reactor's
less than a mile away.

Go. Go!

Moffit says he was hidin'
in the hospital.

He's here.

We've got it going again
for you, sir.

Great.

But Hargs' set's dead.

Damn.

What do we do know?

This way, this way.

Go! Go with them.

Hargs!

Stay close to the Painter.

Sir.

Rodgers! Orin!
Upstairs!

Hightop. Cover the lobby.

I've got the morgue.

How come that don't surprise me?

Clear up here.

Your nerves shaky?

Yeah. A little.

Good. Means your instincts
are turned on.

I've got 'em!

Please don't hurt us.

Please, don't hurt us.

Nobody's gonna hurt you.
Come with me.

Go on. Let's go.

Go, go, go, go.
This way.

Go!

We got bogeys.

Three of them
coming right at me.

Who's she? Valentina Bakoff,
my co-worker.

Where are the others? We don't know.

There were seven of us working
here when the soldiers came.

I think they were
in the breeder reactor.

Where were you?

I was working in the
cooling tower with her.

How did you get there?

There's underground pipeways
that connect to the reactors.

When we got here, the soldiers
were wrecking the medical center.

Then we hid.

Who's the woman in the morgue?

What woman? The one with the hole
in the head.

We don't know. How do we get
through those pipes?

Through the morgue.

Hightop, pull back!

You know her?

She worked with us.

Come on.

Okay.
It's clear. Which way?

Left.

Check upstairs.

There's nothing here
but a stinking woman.

Let's go see Flintov.

This is it.

This is the entrance
to reactor number three?

Yes. You're sure?

Absolutely.

Go.

Orin! Hightop!
Stay with the civilians.

Son of a bitch.

Shit.
Well, that makes seven.

We're movin' out.

We can't just leave 'em here.

He's right, Captain.
These are Americans.

I don't like it either,
but we've got to make evac,

and that's five klicks away.

We got no time
to be carrying bodies.

Leave the dead.

Let's move out.

You know the right target?

Do you?

Just do your thing, Painter.

Move out, Hargs.

We have confirmation.
The target is lit.

The countdown starts now,
gentlemen.

We have a go for extraction.

Repeat, we have a go
for extraction.

Prep the chopper on pad five.

Yes, sir, we copy.

We'll just be waiting
for a call.

- All right, Yellow One.
- You're cleared for takeoff.

We'll see you on the other side.

Roger that, brother.

Contact Wingate Field. Report
status to Colonel Reynolds.

Take, uh...

Uh, what is the point?

So tell me. How long
did you serve there?

- Still no contact.
- Radio silence maintained.

Evac operation
still on schedule.

Keep moving. Keep moving.

Yeah, full-time is different.

I told you.

Hey. Stay awake.
Stay awake.

How much further?

Marking time on 0345 hours.

Evac's at 0500 hours.

Painter, don't be late.

Jacks here.

Good morning. How are you?

Fine. And you, Mikhail?

Waiting for news.
What is happening?

Less than an hour to evac.

But no word?

They're still under
radio silence.

Look, there's another call
I have to take.

I'll get back to you
as soon as I can, okay?

Okay.

Amanda, you better get in here.

The target's set
and the chopper's inbound.

This is it.

Painter, this is Naish. Painter,
this is Naish. Do you copy?

Roger that, Naish.

I'm one klick to your rear
and closing fast.

Everything's cool.

Let's break some
fucking radio silence.

Raptor, this is Big Bad Wolf.
Do you read?

This is Raptor, Wolf.
What's your situation?

Piggies assembled
and one is on his way.

What's his ETA?

Fifteen minutes at most.

Copy that.
What about the prize?

Two on board, five fatalities
pre-extraction.

Final approach, Wolf.

Copy that, Raptor.
Over and out.

Get ready.

Let's move.

Let's go. Get in.

Hargs, move it.
Let's go. Fast!

This is too easy.

Much too easy.

We got a problem.

What problem?

I think we're being set up.

What's wrong?

He thinks we've been set up.

Grenade!

Grenade! Where is it now?

Get it out!
Get it out! SOLDIER 3: Let's go!

It's gonna blow!

Where is it now?

Get out!
Move your asses! Move!

Come on! Let's go!

Hands up! Don't move!

Hands up! Hands up!

Stay where you are.

Hands up!
You, don't move.

Hey!

Stand still!

Jesus Christ.

That crazy bitch
could have killed me.

We are grateful to you,
Mr. Moffit.

Let's keep them alive

for now.

To work.

Hey, move, you!

Hey, come on.

You. Quickly. Move!

Still tracking fuel rods.

Truck is one hour away
from destination.

You're not gonna like this.

Sergeant.

This is what's left of your
chopper's operation recording.

- This is Raptor, Wolf.
- What's your situation?

Piggies assembled,
and one is on his way.

What's his ETA?

Fifteen minutes at most.

Copy that.
What about the prize?

Two on board, five fatalities
pre-extraction.

Final approach, Wolf.

Eleven minutes
and 51 seconds passed

before Naish and the others
were loaded on board.

What the hell?

Grenade! Get it out! Get it out!
SOLDIER 4: Where is it?

Let's go! It's gonna blow!
It's gonna blow!

Get out!
Move your asses! Move!

What do we report?

The evac was compromised.

Rescue aircraft destroyed.

Personnel?

Presumed dead.

Proceed with the air strike.

F-14 strike force
is on deck, sir.

Weapons are locked and loaded
and ready to fly.

All right, let's get 207 and
209 into the air, gentlemen.

Get off me!

What happened?

You were just to watch them and
make sure they got out as planned.

The one they left behind may
have figured out those plans.

Where is he now? We don't know.

And if he gets to the
Russians, we're screwed.

He won't.

But your men have spent half
a day looking for him already.

Calm down, Mr. Moffit.
He won't get to the Russians.

What about these Americans?
Did they make contact?

No.
Valentina made sure of that.

We've blocked the frequency
in the area.

I doubt that he'll be able to
make any radio contact anymore.

Put him in with the others.

Move!

Painter, this is Hargreaves.
Do you copy?

Painter, this is Hargreaves.
Do you copy?

We had a deal.
I... I set you up.

I... I put everything in its
place just the way you wanted.

We appreciate your sacrifices,
Mr. Moffit.

You wanna wipe out your
Chechen army, fine, but...

I-I'm not supposed to be here
when the place is taken out.

I'm touched by your
deep sense of self-interest.

You promised me the money.

And safe passage.

You're absolutely right.

Safe passage.

This is Shadow One.

We're on course,
bearing three mark seven.

Godspeed, Army.

Thank you, sir.

Our friend in Moscow

will tell us if the American
makes contact.

Put guards
at the place he targeted.

Take everything apart
brick by brick.

What makes you think
he will come here

and not contact the government?

He's American.

He's probably watching us now,

planning his next move.

We got a problem.

What problem?

That's the best
you're gonna get.

It's not enough. We need to
know what happened on that evac.

Run it back.

Jacks here.

Try a high filter.

Hello?

Amanda.

It's you.

What's going on?

Listen, we gotta talk
this thing through.

All right, listen to me.
Just you and me.

Nobody else. You understand?

You're the only one I trust.

Something's off
about this mission.

I don't know who's pulling
the strings up there,

but I think we're being set up.

Did you set the target?

Yeah, but I'm gonna set
a secondary.

Amanda? Give me that.

Amanda?

What the hell is going on?

Tensor?

What happened on the evac?

P-Put Amanda back on.

Soldier, talk to me.

Talk to me!

Shit.

I just... I don't get it.

We were on the chopper
and we were clear to go.

Why would they wait until
then to try and waste us?

It was all too easy.

We just waltzed on in there
like we owned the place.

Yeah, no shit.

And these fuckers played us.

I mean, what the fuck
is going on here, Captain?

Look, let's just concentrate on
trying to get ourselves out of here.

Yeah, right.

Take a look around.

I don't think so.

He said something wasn't right.
Did he give you any proof?

No.

But we have to call off
the fighter,

at least until we figure out
what's going on.

It's not happening, Amanda.

You heard what he said.

I don't think you're an accurate
judge in this situation here,

not considering your past
relationship with him.

What's that got to do with it?

You're too close to him.

Anyone reasonable would see

that there is absolutely no
substance to what he's saying.

Look,

when the evac chopper went
down, he probably got spooked.

You and I both know in those kinds of
situations people's nerves get tested.

Nerves?

That is all it is, Amanda.

Mikhail?

I need to ask you a question.

Please, go ahead.

Have you noticed anything
strange about this op?

How do you mean?

I can't quite explain this.

Does this have anything to do with
your telephone call to the Painter?

You know about that?

Your intelligence is our
intelligence today, remember?

But I do believe something
is strange, as you say.

Minister Ivanov is beside
himself with this matter.

In what way?

After your helicopter
was destroyed,

I told him there may be
a delay in the operation.

I said it would be a good thing.

Give us time
to intercept the container

and justify the extreme measure

of an American air strike
on Russian soil.

But he looked at me
as... as if I spit in his face.

What are you trying to say,
Mikhail?

Look again at the satellite
pictures I sent you of the reactors.

I'm going to send someone
to intercept those planes.

Okay.

Amanda, just to let you know,

the Russians are setting up
to stop the truck.

Secondary target, just in case.

Hey there.
I just got your e-mail.

What is this?

A nuke plant in Chechnya.

It's from a Russian satellite.

Shitty quality.

What do you see?

Am I looking for something
in particular?

I don't know.

Okay.

Hello.

Somebody's been Photoshopping.

Where? Show me.

This shadow.

Whatever's casting
it's been erased.

Can you check and see if this was
covered by one of our satellites?

Sure.

Let me see what we have on the
date the Russians shot this.

The computer
will overlay the two

and identify any discrepancies.

Is that what you're looking for?

Oh, my God. The truck's
already been there.

We're following a decoy.

Get me hard copies.

You are
violating Russian airspace.

Stand down.

We have clearance from
the Russian government.

That's not what we were told.

He's trying to lock on.
These guys are going hot.

Let's see
if he can catch me now.

He's still on our six.

I know a few tricks.
We'll lose him.

I'm on his ass.
Going for weapons lock.

Almost there.

Fire Fox One. Fire Fox One.

Hold on, hold on. Got another.

I see him. Hang on! Hang on!

We're losing power.

Put your poker face on, Randall.

Just play a little
Texas Hold 'em.

He's got a lock!

Not for long. Hang on!

That's more like it.

I almost got a lock.

Fire Fox Two!

This is Shadow One.
Hostiles taken care of.

Hello. May I help you?

I'm sorry. I was looking
for Mikhail Beslan.

Mr. Beslan has been
reassigned.

Are you sure?

Any enquiries
about Mr. Beslan

should be placed
with the Ministry of Defense.

Thank you.

Painter, this is Hargreaves.
I'm in the tunnel.

I got bogeys down here.

Yeah?

Everything is in place, sir.

Have they stopped the truck?

Yes, sir. We have the men
starting to open it now.

Let me know when they open it.

Yes, sir.

Hi.

The radiation suits
are in the car.

Hargs, stay put.
I'll find you.

There he is! Let's go!

I know where
they're being held. Go. Go.

Give me Johnathan Tensor.

The Painter was on to something.
So was Beslan.

And now he's been reassigned.

All right, convince me.

The Painter said
he thought it was a setup.

Amanda, that can mean anything.

What if Ivanov
planned this whole thing?

What if he set us up
to go in like cowboys,

thinking we were
taking out a reactor

before Zaysan could re-core it,

only it's already been re-cored.

That's what they're
unloading off this truck.

What could Ivanov possibly
gain from something so insane?

He's a hard-liner.

He's fallen in step
with the new Russia,

but he doesn't like it.
We know that.

Imagine what would happen

if we hit a live reactor.

It would be hundreds
of thousands dead.

And think about where
the blame would fall.

The country that caused it,

and the country
that allowed it to happen.

And political control of
Russia would be up for grabs.

Something's been bothering me
from the start.

Usually you have to drag
everything out of the Russians,

but this time they handed it
to us on a plate.

And every bit of it
was through Viktor Ivanov.

I give you this.

It's crazy enough
to be possible,

except for one small detail.

What's that?

The Russians stopped
the container an hour ago.

From the outside, it tested
positive for radioactive levels.

The specialists are in the
process of opening it now.

Don't look so devastated.

I think your assumptions
are reasonable.

You're doing a terrific job,
Amanda.

Everybody's very impressed.

This is it.
They're being kept inside.

Right there.

We got to get out of here.

The fighter's about
to enter Russian airspace.

How long till we hit the target?

Thirteen minutes, sir.

Still on approach. ETA from
target zone, 12 minutes.

Get away! Don't touch it!

There could be static
on your hand.

It could shorten out the target.

Everyone will understand
your sacrifice, Andre.

I'll make certain of it.

Soon this pathetic Chechnya

will be a forgotten wasteland.

And our mother Russia
will be great again.

The guards are dead.
The Americans have escaped.

It's time.

Don't worry.

I will make sure
nobody comes here.

Pull back. Pull back.
Come on!

We gotta get 1,000 yards
away from that reactor.

Naish, keep your men moving.
I'll catch up.

Just stay clear
of the village hall, okay?

What are you talking about?

It's where I lit
the secondary target.

Who the hell told you
to light a secondary target?

This mission is off. The
primary target was a setup.

What the fuck are we
standing around here for?

Our orders were for... Our orders
were to target a dormant reactor.

This one has a live core in it.

A what? They used the hostages

to re-core the third reactor
before we got here.

The dead hostages
had edema in their eyes.

What the fuck is edema?

First signs
of radiation sickness.

I hadn't figured it all out

until I saw that we were being
shadowed on the way back to the evac.

I don't know, man.

Moffit did lead us through
like we owned the place.

Look, we played right
into Zaysan's fucked-up plan.

Now, I got to deactivate
that primary core.

No, man.

We ain't changing the op
because you got a hunch.

I guess you're gonna
have to shoot me, huh?

Got to do what's right.

I'm out of here, Captain.

Rodgers!

Sir.

I think he's right.

Go.

There's another
container in the truck.

Well, get it open!

Now acquiring target coordinates.
Locking on to signal.

Target is
in that dome right there.

How are you gonna deactivate it?

Electrical charge shuts it down.

Missile gets diverted
to the secondary target.

Well, we're not getting
through that.

How much C-4 did you pick up?

How long to firing now?

Six minutes, sir.

Very good.

Still on approach vector.

Go!

Hold this position.
I'm going up top.

I can hold them off
from here, sir.

Come on!

Go! Go! Go!

Take out the jeep!

How much time now?

Less than two minutes.

Missile's armed and hot.

What? What the hell
are you talking about?

What is it?

Someone irradiated dead pigs.

It's the container.

We've got to call off
the fighter.

Do it.

Missile away.

Too late.
The missile's on its way.

Oh, my God.

Target is down.

Secondary is hot.

What secondary target?

That son of a bitch did it.

Y-You look like shit, too.

Hmm.

Amanda, what is it?

That was the Kremlin.
Viktor Ivanov is dead.

They're saying it's suicide,

but it looks like he's been
set up to take the fall.

If the missile hadn't diverted,
the Kremlin would be in chaos.

God knows how deep
this really goes.

I'll be leaving for Washington
in the morning.

They'll call you in for
your account pretty soon.

Just like old times.

Not quite the same.

This time you'll have to
say you went against orders.

I listened to my instincts.

So did you.

They'll investigate my part,
I'm sure.

Yeah.

But when they do...

A piece of advice
from my experience.

Don't get too close to the
person asking the questions.

Is that so?

Yeah.

Because when you do,

then they're gonna
have to answer to me.

My flight's not for eight hours.

That's a long time.