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We knew we were dealing with a new AQ leader in Al-Nawaz.

In order to find

Al-Nawaz, we need to find Mo Farooq.

Our man served overseas with him.

He'll be leading the hunt on the ground.

- It's been ages, brother. - He looked a little different

-last time I saw him. -Steady diet of TRT

and dick pills will do that to a man.

Farooq's asked to meet here.

Riad El-Solh Street.

If you feel anything's off, James,

you cut away.

- Who's got eyes on Donovan? - Nothing.

-Don't have a visual. -Fuck.

Still no sign of him.

Mo, what the fuck's going on?

We're on the same side.

Landry's the one who's compromised.

He embedded me with Al-Nawaz.

We need to find Landry.

I have to stay. Al-Nawaz is planning something big.

He says it'll shake the world like 9/11.

This phone has everything you need to prove my innocence,

and you can use it to track me.

Raife.

This is my new boss.

Kestrel is a really important story for us.

Source at the Legislative Archives found a report.

-Where's the report? -Get fucked.

Let's go. Come on.

Just hold on, Katie. We're almost there.

You just keep fighting, okay?

- Raife? - I'm inbound.

-Are you ready? -I told you not to bring her here.

I can't take her to a hospital.

They'll ask too many questions.

We just got into a gunfight in the middle of D.C.

-It's a felony. -I don't hear from you in a year,

and now you're bringing me a gunshot victim?

Please, Harper. I can't help her from behind bars.

What the fuck?

She needs a hospital, Raife.

I wouldn't be here if I had another option, Harper.

Lay her on the table.

Tourniquet's been on for 18 minutes.

Okay.

Put your hand here.

She's lost a lot of blood.

A liter, maybe more.

Then we're gonna need a lot of blood.

A lot of blood.

I'm O negative. I'm universal.

Okay.

Okay.

Blood pressure.

Okay.

It's low.

Okay. Crank up the thermostat as high as it'll go, okay?

Give me your hand.

This is gonna hurt a little bit, but I promise this will help.

Okay.

Take your shirt off.

Let's get her prepped for a transfusion.

Stay with us, Katie.

You're a fighter.

♪ I can see the rising sun ♪

♪ The devil's still on the run ♪

♪ All the pretty things burn out ♪

♪ Heart is beating in my head ♪

♪ Feeling numb with every breath ♪

♪ Smoke and fire all around ♪

♪ Finger on the trigger, finger on the trigger ♪

♪ Over, and we all fall down ♪

♪ Finger on the trigger, finger on the trigger ♪

♪ I see time is running out ♪♪

Hello?

-Where the fuck is Landry? -Reece?

-Where the fuck are you? -I'll explain everything,

but we need to find Landry now.

-He set this whole thing up. -Wait, wait. What? No.

-Wait, Reece, slow down. -Landry is the mole, Freddy.

He gave up the black site, and he set up Mo.

Check Landry's room. Reece says he's compromised.

I'm gonna go see Vic.

Have you seen Landry?

No. He hasn't checked back in.

He's the fucking mole.

-Who's your source? -Donovan. I'm on with him now.

Reaching out to local networks.

Ox, Eli, you got eyes on him?

Negative.

His room hasn't been touched.

Sweeping the grounds. Still no response on his phone.

He's gone, Reece.

Where are you?

I'm coming in.

Did you find it?

What?

Katie?

I left it...

Reece's...

Toyota.

You need to let her rest.

Is she stable?

For now.

Watch her for me.

Wait, wait. Where the fuck are you going?

We've got six hours, and then I take her to the hospital myself.

-Understood. -Six hours.

Or less if she starts tanking.

Thank you.

Reece's Toyota.

Clever Katie.

Deputy Director, I have my team

searching Landry's financials, looking for irregularities.

I'm prepared to personally track his financial trail on the ground over there.

But I want to float another theory.

A theory?

If Landry is eluding facial recognition

since he disappeared,

perhaps he's using our own tradecraft against us.

He's-he's changing his appearance--

Oliver, with all due respect, Jules Landry

is not a man who cares to go undetected.

Right now, all that matters is finding out,

if he's compromised, who's running him.

Vic, do you or Mr. Donovan

have anything other than Landry's disappearance

and Mo Farooq's word to go on?

Meaning?

Is it possible that Farooq is playing us?

Ma'am, Mohammed Farooq was being falsely run by Jules Landry

under the auspices of a legitimate CIA operation.

And he never questioned the attacks that he was a part of?

He did.

Specifically, when he caught wind of the Christmas market attack.

He passed word to Landry. Landry never reported it.

Mo uploaded all of his exchanges with Landry onto this phone.

Langley has all that intel.

Now, this phone also links to a cell phone IP

that Mo uses with Al-Nawaz, and we can use it to track Mo's movements,

as well as Al-Nawaz's location, if and when he reaches out.

More importantly, we can activate its mic remotely

for continuous audio surveillance.

We'll be able to hear everything once Al-Nawaz makes contact.

Mo is scheduled to meet with Al-Nawaz

in a few days but, given my escape and the fact the CIA is circling,

that meeting is likely to be moved forward.

We could use that cell phone to launch a Predator drone.

We could take out Farooq and Al-Nawaz remotely.

If we go high order,

we will not know what al-Qaeda has planned next,

we will not know who Al-Nawaz and Landry are working with.

Ma'am, on our end, we believe that tracking Mo Farooq

to his meeting with Al-Nawaz is the best option.

Agreed. We won't get a better shot.

All right, Vic. Last chance.

Your team takes point on any direct action op.

Everything comes to me.

Thank you, ma'am.

Well, this goes south, they'll make us the fall guys.

Remember that.

Let's go do some frogman shit.

Yes, sir.

You can pay at the front.

You're late.

Give me your phone.

Unlocked.

What is this about? Where's Katie?

No one's heard from her since last night.

How much did she tell you about her story?

We put her on that story.

It confirms something Vasili and I have long suspected.

State actors using the Ukraine war

to profit off the blood of innocent men and women.

What's this?

A Congressional report

about a defunct program named Kestrel

built to help arm democratic militia in hostile countries.

It started in Iran.

Katie said it was a new lead.

Where is Katie?

Is she okay?

When you get back to VoltStreem, call the police

and file a missing persons report.

Tell them that Katie's car is on the second floor

of the Congressional Archives parking garage,

but no one has seen or heard from her.

They'll investigate and they will find traces of her blood.

Blood?

Someone tried to clean the scene.

And there won't be any security footage to support it,

but they will find evidence that someone attacked her there.

The men who executed this hit

wanted to make it look like a carjacking or a mugging.

You are going to help sell that story.

Is this connected to McGovern's death?

She spoke very highly of you, Yana.

Can you help her?

We bought VoltStreem because the press is supposed to be free in America.

Just tell me that she's alive.

Just help me keep it that way.

You look skinny.

Are you doing some volunteer fasting?

No, I'm just so busy I don't have time to eat.

After the prayer, come to my place and I'll cook you something.

Thank you, Omar.

As-salaam alaikum.

Wa alaikum as-salaam.

How does an American agent get the drop on the great Farooq?

Are you questioning my loyalty, Tariq? Hmm?

Perhaps you should ask the wife of the NATO general?

Or the dead Russian paratroopers?

Al-Nawaz wants to know if we're compromised.

Everything is fine. He can come here to Lebanon.

He prefers you come to see him in Ras al-Ayn.

Fine. Whatever Al-Nawaz requires.

He wants you to come now.

Get in.

What the fuck?

Anything useful?

Yeah.

Landry wasn't just running Mo, he had a whole file on me.

On you?

He's definitely not the same Landry I remember from Mosul.

Mo's audio's up.

He's on the move, headed to Ras al-Ayn.

Al-Nawaz made contact. We got his location.

Roger that.

Helo's loading. Skids up in 15.

Bring that file.

Once you find Landry, you can ask him about it yourself.

Now moving to financial news.

From what we're seeing, European central banks

have interest rates unchanged.

A surprising move, as they resist--

Taking a look at the forecast, it's mostly sunny skies

out there today. The, uh, winds are pretty brisk, easterly.

Expect highs today near 52 degrees.

That's as high as it's gonna get. Clear tonight, with a low near 41.

Tomorrow, more sunshine on the way, so that's fun.

We know that Europe is having a lot of problems...

Breaking news:

-a local journalist has gone missing. -Fucking hell.

- Raife? - Here's Erika with the story.

Possibly a carjacking or something more sinister,

journalist Katie Buranek, known for her coverage

of fugitive Navy SEAL James Reece, is missing.

VoltStreem's new owner, who has been working

to broker peace between Russia and Ukraine,

commented on the incident earlier.

Katie Buranek has a history

of speaking truth to power.

Her latest story was tracking the arms shipment bound for Ukraine,

and what a better way of stopping the flow of weapons

than making it look like they ended up in the hands of terrorists?

Whoever targeted Katie wanted to silence her,

and weaken Ukraine's ability to defend itself.

Now that the story's gone public, they won't be looking to keep her quiet.

Let's get her to the hospital

while she's stable.

- You clear? - Yeah.

I took a friend's car, ran an SDR like you said. No follow.

Harper, this is Otaktay, he's gonna drive you.

I need you to stay at the hospital and make sure that Katie is safe.

Whoa. Why should I trust him?

Because I do.

How many of those you up to a day?

I don't know, I lost count.

Well, that many can't be good.

Once we put down Al-Nawaz, you should get that surgery.

I'm fine, Freddy.

Don't bullshit me, Reece. It's just like sniper school.

It's not what you see through the scope, it's what I call for the wind.

One hundred percent trust.

Here we go.

Farooq just hit phase line one.

All right, Spartan Team, HVT is inbound.

Three mikes out.

Good copy, Raven.

I got to piss. We almost there?

Almost.

All right, we got two men with AKs.

One o'clock, 300 yards.

No civilians.

Locals know a storm is brewing.

I got eyes on Mo.

I'm seeing a lot of dudes gathering with Farooq.

Looks like they're headed inside.

HVT's entering the white-side of the building.

Good copy. Spartan Two, Renegade Two-One is in holding pattern.

All assets are standing by for extraction call.

Raven out.

Okay, we got numbers now.

Five outside.

Three internal with Mo.

You see Hedgehog?

Negative on Al-Nawaz.

We got two breaking off, moving our way.

Three holding back by the vehicles.

I see 'em.

Mo's phone's still transmitting.

Mohammed.

It seems that things are trending poorly in Beirut under your leadership.

Forgive me, sir.

After I sent my men to die in Morocco…

…I made an error…

…in trusting the men you sent as their replacements.

Have a seat.

I brought you here today to discuss something

very important…

…that will change the world.

But…

…someone else just arrived…

…whose presence…

…raises many questions.

Mind if I crash this party, Mo?

I told you, you got to change up the mosques you go to.

Makes you easy to find and easy to follow.

Cell phone.

Sorry, fuckers. Invite only.

That was Landry's voice. He fucking knew we were listening.

We got to move.

I'll clear you a path.

Stay on comms this time.

-Check. -I'll talk you in.

Moving.

Raven, Spartan One going kinetic.

Spartan Two holding the nest.

All right, copy. We're holding.

Al, we are short on tiempo.

Mo has brought the wolves to your doorstep.

Now, a mutual friend sent me to replace him

in the next phase, and he would love

to talk to you... What the fuck are you looking at, huh?

Leave him.

This man is working for the CIA. In Washington.

Sir. You can trust me.

Oh, we all serve different masters.

Mine ain't in D.C., Mo.

Al, don't mess with a good thing.

You need him and his weapons.

Hold.

Set.

You got dead space up to the van.

Hug the wall and close the gap.

Shooter ready. On you.

Yes.

I understand.

New plan.

We go with the American.

Going hot.

Tariq.

For your meeting.

Inside, you will find instructions and a phone.

They will know you're coming.

But leave Mohammed here with us.

We have a very special death for traitors.

You know, I'm partial

to piano wire, myself.

You tie a little noose around the twig and berries,

and you tip a man off a stool.

That ain't no fun in the afterlife without your little fucking soldier.

Enough!

Landry.

Ain't nothing personal, Mo.

World's bigger than you and me.

Least it'll be a quick death.

Tariq.

You have your orders. You can go.

I will deal with Mohammed.

Put him in the back.

Spartan Two. Hedgehog going external on the white-side.

Copy you. White-side.

I'm moving to HVT.

Blue.

HVT recovered. Do we have eyes on Hedgehog?

He's wearing blue denim, moving with one tango.

Eye in the sky has Hedgehog.

He's heading towards white-side with one guard.

All stations, Hedgehog is down.

I say again, jackpot on Hedgehog.

Let's go.

All right, Raven is inbound.

One mike out.

Al-Nawaz confirmed KIA.

Good shooting. Spartan Two, break down for extract.

- Damn good to see you, Ox. - Yeah, someone's got

to keep you sailors out of trouble.

We're clear! Let's fucking go.

Freddy, load up.

Contact, left!

Check fire. Check fire.

Freddy, collapse.

Renegade Two-One, this is Raven.

We are headed to rendezvous for extract.

Full head count.

Copy you, Raven. Meet you at primary HLZ.

The great Mtulivu.

You're the last person I expected to see on top of this mountain.

Jed.

You look like shit.

You look like you're dying.

Mm, time marches on.

But it also marches right the fuck over you.

Brought you a gift.

They were your favorites back in Vienna.

Completed your whole spymaster look.

I bet you miss it.

Edwards's last laugh.

Sticking me in a place called the Red Onion.

What kind of name is that for a supermax prison?

What can you tell me about an old Agency program

called Project Kestrel?

What is this, Raife?

You walk in here,

out of the blue, with an Agency file?

In my memory,

you walked away,

full of righteous indignation.

Kestrel.

Maybe you're running on empty.

I tried to warn you about...

...the civilian world.

It's hard for a big man like you to realize

that they're invisible.

Wait.

Aw, just fuck it.

Sit.

So, uh, why are you asking me about Kestrel?

So, you do know it?

Yes.

Yeah.

This is a long time ago.

Kestrel never got off the ground.

Even my asset, the Shepherd--

even he thought it was too risky.

And what if I told you that someone

has resurrected that program?

Who?

I don't know.

Couple of senators.

Bolls and Collins.

Senators.

Senators are the patsies.

We gin them up to do a good deed, they get the shipment moving.

None the wiser.

When a project is dead in the Agency,

it's dead for a reason.

And who was around when it was active?

Maybe they're still around now.

Jed.

You're in here because you thought you were protecting America.

But there are real traitors in the Agency.

Help me find them.

Borrow your pen?

You familiar with the trick called the memory palace?

They taught it at the Farm,

but I use it all the time.

Keeps my memory sharp.

Thad died in Africa in '08.

Rick...

retired from the Agency in 2018.

Andy is still in.

And maybe Terrence is as well.

This one.

You know, there's a funny thing about cockroaches.

They thrive in

dark corners.

Low-level analyst, accounting guy.

A real chameleon.

Not because of craft, but because

he just seemed so...

insignificant.

Half the time, you forgot that he was even in the room.

I remember thinking...

…now, that personality would probably serve him well.

Oliver Grey.

He's an accountant?

Grey and whoever he's working for...

...that's your puzzle to solve.

Gonna go grab a beer. You want one, Reece?

- Yes, sir. - All right.

- I'll grab one, thanks. - Hey,

y'all hear? Vic assigned us to go get that shitheel Landry.

Fuck yeah.

Hey, uh...

I just want to say thank you.

- To close calls and clean exfils. - Hey, baby.

-Let's go. Mm. -Yes, sir.

Look at that.

You made the news, Freddy.

Team effort.

♪ I lived in Corpus with my brother...

We gonna start this off here.

-♪ We were always on the run... -Boom.

-♪ We were bad for one another... -No...

Oh, wait, hold on, oh...

-♪ But we were good at having fun... -All right, all right, all right.

Reece got that one.

-What we got next? Queen of hearts... -♪ We got stoned along the seawall...

- Diamonds. - Diamonds? Diamonds. Sorry, I'm...

♪ We got drunk and rolled a car...

♪ We knew the girls at every dance hall ♪

♪ Had a tab at every bar ♪♪

- Hold up, hold up. - We have since learned

more details of Ms. Buranek's reporting

at the time of her disappearance.

And I wanted to shed light on her story in the event that it would assist us

- in locating her. - It's your reporter friend, yeah?

-Yeah. -Katie Buranek was investigating

arms meant for Ukraine

that ended up in the hands of al-Qaeda.

We don't think this is a coincidence.

And it makes it all the more pressing

that we find her.

In times when bad actors feel comfortable

coming after journalists,

we need warriors of truth more than ever.

Now, that's the report.

Let's go.

Check the bathroom.