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Earlier today, the United States of America

was suddenly and without provocation...

Alisha, are you there?

- Yeah, honey, I'm here. - I was so worried.

You know, the... the... the attack.

Y-You didn't say you were going to Mayport,

and your friends were there.

So I thought maybe you went, and...

Baby, I'm just so happy to hear your voice.

I'm okay. Are you all right?

No. I mean... yeah, yeah.

I-I'm fine. I'm just freaking out a little.

Those ships... are they all gone?

Is there gonna be another attack?

They're not saying anything new on TV.

Honey, don't watch the TV.

Everything's going to be okay.

I promise.

Look, I... I got to be here a little while longer,

but I'll call you as soon as I can, okay?

We got a lot of good people working hard to keep us safe.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Y-You need to call me soon.

Let me know what's going on. Let me know you're okay.

Promise?

...I have therefore asked the Congress

to declare a State of War

between the United States and the Gran Colombian Empire.

I promise. I love you.

Yeah, I love you, too.

...absolute victory.

May God bless the United States of America.

The President has declared war

against the Gran Colombian Empire.

Tom. It's good to see you.

You, too, Joe. No word from the James.

They won't call until it's safe.

Anything from our team in Panama?

Nothing yet. But no news is good news.

General.

- Russ. - Admiral.

My Marines?

They're starting a body count.

Doesn't do it justice.

They hit us hard.

Admiral, the reports are still dribbling in, but...

Panama has definitely thrown in with Gustavo.

Costa Rica and Ecuador are on the brink.

If a domino effect starts in the region,

we could be in real trouble.

Gustavo won't stop south of our border.

How are we supposed to defend against a second attack

if we don't even know how the first one happened

or if we can even recover from it?

I know someone who can help with that.

A student of mine at the Academy.

A midshipman?

Clayton Swain.

He saw this attack coming.

Master Chief, we need to find him and bring him here.

Yes, sir.

We need to deploy all our available assets.

If it floats, flies, or rolls, it fights.

Agreed. We need every piece of intel

we have on Central and South America...

Air and Naval assets, troop levels,

- centers of gravity... everything. - Wait.

Are you talking about sending our assets south?

We have no command and control.

I can't get a single field commander on the phone.

How are we supposed to come up

with a global strategic plan?

He's right.

The President may have declared war,

but right now we don't have a military to fight it.

We've got nothing.

Not true.

We have Nathan James.

Many of you here are new to the Navy...

new to this ship.

Some of you, we've been here before.

Either way, what happened in Mayport

is not something you ever get used to.

It hurts.

And it was meant to hurt.

That's what our enemy wanted to do.

And today, he succeeded.

It caught us off guard,

sent a powerful message, trying to shake our resolve.

But a war isn't lost because we're hurt.

For over 200 years, the United States Navy has built,

sustained, and protected its war-fighting culture.

This attack doesn't change that.

In fact, it will once again bring out the best in us.

Our enemies have underestimated us.

And if you doubt that, look back at the past few years.

Look at the people who've been on this ship.

When trouble arises,

we have proven time and time again,

no matter the enemy, no matter the odds,

one ship can do it.

This ship can do it.

Gustavo has put a bounty on your heads.

100,000 pesos each.

Any news on the American fleet?

They're saying it's destroyed.

You know, in Kenya,

we had a nickname for Nathan James.

It means "invincible."

These rebels...

you think they have intel we can use?

They haven't been successful against Gustavo so far.

Sí.

It's very hard to beat Gustavo's army and his microphone.

But the rebels are organizing.

They have a new leader... Armando Maza.

Oh, the Venezuelan guerilla...

the man who burns people alive.

Don't worry. Armando doesn't do that to his friends.

Sir, what is that?

Those are our satellites crashing to the Earth.

Last we heard, the MSC supply ship was right here,

just 90 miles from us.

We can get there in three hours

to restock our fuel and weapons.

Right now, we are low on both.

Got to figure we could run into trouble on our way there.

Those Pucaras that hit Mayport

have a max range of 217 miles.

They either came from land or they got a ride.

Brazil had a carrier, but even before the plague,

it was never able to run for more than a few months.

Well, they could have got it running long enough to launch the attack.

And we can't rule out that Gustavo could have put together

a fleet of warships from across South America.

So we're just gonna have to rely on our single-ship skills.

Yes, sir.

On that, Captain, what's our sitrep?

Sir, the computer virus knocked out satellites offline,

leaving us with no GPS capabilities.

Some E-Loran beacons are still up,

but once we get 30 miles off the coast, they're useless.

CIC reports radar, targeting, and weapon systems

were all shut down once the 400-hertz power grid fried.

- So we can't see or shoot? - Correct.

We were able to hot-wire passive sonar,

so at least we can hear.

And the five-inch can shoot, it just can't move.

We also have CIWS and crew-served weapons.

- What about comms? - We had to zero out our crypto,

so we can't call fleet command

without giving away our location or plan of action.

We're really all alone.

Well, my old SWO Commander used to tell me,

"Looking for sympathy?

Look in the dictionary between 'syphilis' and 'shit.'"

Gustavo doesn't know we're alive.

That's to our advantage.

We get to the MSC ship, we resupply,

and we take the fight to him.

What's this?

All the color-coded plans and war contingencies

the U.S. Military and Intelligence communities

have dreamt up in the past 50 years.

Oh, good.

We have a plan to invade Iceland.

It's better to have a plan and not need it

than the opposite, I suppose.

Not so long ago, I remember looking at

a similar plan for a viral outbreak.

That's before we even knew what the red flu was.

How'd that work out for you?

Fortunately, we were able to improvise.

There has to be some useful intel in here.

This was an attack not just on the United States,

but on the world.

And as always, we will rise to the occasion.

I have, therefore...

- Admiral Chandler? - Mr. Swain,

before the planes came,

the U.S. was the victim of a cyberattack.

It killed our satellites, shut down our anti-access

and area denial systems,

and destroyed weapons control on all our networked assets...

ships, tanks, planes, helos, Aegis, and missile silos.

Whoa.

Your theory was correct.

Grab your things and come with me. You're gonna be here awhile.

Do you need to call anyone?

I forgot to ask.

Are you married? Do you live with your folks?

No, sir. I'm not married,

and, uh, my parents died in the plague.

Right.

Oh, my God.

You wrote that U.S. military installations

were extremely vulnerable to cyberattacks.

That was my conclusion, sir.

It had to do with the number of nodes and the redundancies...

I need you to find the virus, where it came from,

and how to get rid of it.

You'll be working with Commander Granderson.

Good luck, Mr. Swain.

Oh. Raise your right hand.

POTUS usually does this, but he's not here, so...

Do you solemnly swear to support and defend the Constitution...

...so help you God?

I do.

Congratulations, Ensign Swain.

You are now a member of the United States Navy.

Get to work.

You can put your arm down, Ensign.

We're close.

It's only a few more kilometers.

Easy, easy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

They look like gringos.

He knows who we are.

And I don't think he wants to be our friend.

Hey, hey! Hey!

Drop... your weapons.

I don't think so, amigo.

Oh, crap.

Danny Green.

Is that you?

Pablo?

Can't believe it. Get over here.

No freakin' way!

- Hey. - Hey, hey, hey.

Sí, sí.

Sí.

Pablo, this is Wolf.

- Hey. - Hey.

This is Marco, Sasha, Kandie.

"Pablo"?

Yeah, well, "Paul Shemanski"

doesn't quite have the same street cred down here.

Pablo's D.I.A.

He's been in the jungle so long,

he's practically gone native.

We worked joint ops in Brazil and Colombia

- back in the day. - Yeah.

- Well, thank God for D.I.A. - Thank God.

Man, I heard about Mayport.

Your buddies on Nathan James?

No news yet.

My wife's the CO.

Oh, man. I'm sorry.

Now I'm seeing your ugly-ass mug all over the local news.

Not a coincidence.

I figured.

Things are definitely heating up.

All right, come on.

I'll catch you up on the way.

Danny frickin' Green.

Ma'am, according to our last sight,

we're here on our L.O.P.

That's approximately 10 miles southeast of the supply ship.

Very well.

- O.O.D., continue along charted course. - Aye, ma'am.

O.O.D., I've got multiple objects in the water,

starboard side, bearing 0-1-2 relative,

approximately 3,000 yards.

Someone hit a container ship

with a large-caliber weapon.

Jesus.

It looks like the goods were bound for Mexico.

Incoming!

General quarters. Start evasive maneuvers!

Bridge reports bulldog inbound, bearing 1-4-1.

I have it, impact estimated in 30 seconds.

Missile's almost in range.

Deploy countermeasures!

Missile's path unchanged.

Engaging in 3, 2, 1.

Fire CIWS.

Target splashed.

Nice shot, Valdez.

Where the hell did that come from?

Wherever it was, we're outgunned...

too blind to find, fix, or kill.

Then we have to outrun it.

Helmsman, all ahead, flank three!

Aye, ma'am. All ahead, flank three.

Masthead lookout reports a corvette class warship hull

down on the horizon.

They can see us, but we can't see them.

All right.

The fight starts here.

Gustavo's taking out merchant ships to disrupt trade.

It's a classic wartime maneuver.

German U-boats did the same thing.

He's letting everyone know Gran Colombia owns these waters.

Relative bearing 2-2-0.

Heading south again... definitely a search pattern.

Probably wasn't expecting to find us.

- Now he has. - At this range, sir,

that ship may not have I.D.'d us.

No, but they smell blood in the water.

Not activating fire-control radar,

shooting down their missile with CIWS...

we tipped our hand.

This island won't mask us forever.

I'm starting by

looking through vulnerabilities in the system.

You know Metcalfe's Law, sir?

It basically means the more redundancies a system has,

the safer it is,

but this hack proved the opposite.

Instead of being an asset,

the redundancies are actually what sank us...

so Metcalfe's Law only in reverse.

The system that was designed to protect us

- is what destroyed us. - Yes, sir.

Sort of an all-your-eggs-in-one-basket scenario, sir.

Once the virus got into the system,

it used our redundancies and spread across our entire network.

So how'd it get into the system in the first place?

That I don't know... yet.

Not till I can read the code of the virus.

Look, all I know is that the worm was powerful...

more powerful than anything I've seen before.

Gustavo's amassed a huge South American army...

40,000 troops at least.

He's moving them north out of Colombia across the Darien Gap.

I thought it was impossible,

nothing but swampland and forest.

It was until now.

And Gustavo built the bridge.

Once he gets his troops across the Darien Gap,

he'll be able to move them all the way up to Mexico.

How do you plan to stop them?

- You're gonna blow up the bridge. - That's right.

Gustavo's troops arrive at the Panama side tomorrow.

That's when we strike.

Sounds like just the kind of trouble

we were looking for.

Where do all of these men come from?

FARC, military defectors,

even your average Joe citizen.

And some are the same narcos we used to take down.

They're all the same side now.

The only thing they hate more than each other...

is Gustavo.

I thought Tavo was supposed to be a man of the people.

Ah, he's like Escobar...

does just enough good to maintain the myth.

That's what keeps him in power.

His ruthlessness, he hides.

Come on.

Sasha...

this is as far as I go.

What? Where are you going?

I have a family, a son.

I can't leave Panama like this.

But I promised to get you out safe.

And you did. Thank you for everything.

No, no. On me.

Anything for CIA.

Hey, be safe.

You, too.

They're getting closer to us and the supply ship.

We're faster. We can make a run for it.

Then we lose the chance to refuel and resupply.

Last they saw, the U.S. fleet was burning in Mayport.

Seeing a warship out here has got to have them wondering.

"How many did I miss?"

"Who else is out here?"

We can use that to our advantage.

- What do you have in mind? - They're looking for one ship.

Let's show them we got a whole fleet.

Eddie? Why does our EMATT have a name?

Named after our C.O.'s first boyfriend.

She said he always tried to pretend

to be bigger than he was.

Oh, that's cold.

So little Eddie is gonna pretend

to be a big, bad submarine.

When he shows up on the bad guy's sonar,

they're gonna crap their pants.

Ah, classic Eddie.

This is us.

The corvette is here. Based on their search pattern,

we can predict where they're going next.

We let them cross here.

They'll run right into Eddie.

Our one ship becomes two.

If all goes right,

Eddie will drive the corvette this way towards the SLQ-49.

Right here!

Ready?

- Yeah. - Heave!

That is amazing.

Rubber Duck's in position.

Corvette's radar hits the SLQ-49,

they'll think they're looking at the broadside of a cruiser.

Two ships become three.

Our fleet chases the lonely corvette here,

where our frozen five-inch gun is waiting.

Eddie is in position, ma'am.

Seaman Bell, how long have you been in the Navy?

Three months tomorrow, sir.

You've got your sea legs?

- Yes, sir. - Good.

We're about to take on a corvette class warship

- using only our five-inch. - Which can't move.

The only way to aim it is by steering the ship.

We're using the ship as a rifle, sir?

I grew up in Texas. Been hunting my whole life.

Never thought about it like that,

- but, yeah, that's about right. - All right.

The ship's our rifle.

This is our gun sight. We're your spotters.

Commander Burk and I will call out course corrections to you.

As soon as that corvette comes in our crosshairs, we fire.

Any questions, Bell?

No, sir. I'm ready.

Good.

Let's go hunting.

Mexico stands firm against atrocity and tyranny.

Gustavo Barros does not speak for all Latin Americans.

After the horrors of the past few years,

we should be counting our blessings

and coming together as one, regardless of our latitude.

War is not the answer,

and Gran Colombia's aggression in the Gulf must be stopped.

Mexico is the key.

Gustavo can't win the continent without it.

That's got to be Gran Colombia's next move.

He's just gonna leapfrog over Central America?

Mexico falls, the rest will follow.

Centers of gravity.

Centers of gravity.

Here.

Costa Hirviendo.

Mexico's largest oil terminal.

It supplies fuel to airports and military bases

all over North America.

If Gustavo took that,

he wouldn't just cripple Mexico.

He'd have enough fuel to move his army

and his entire fleet north right into our backyard.

We need to defend that terminal.

With what?

These plans assume a 300-ship Navy,

a standing Army, and a working Air Force,

not to mention a fighting force

of a million soldiers and sailors.

Admiral Chandler, I have nothing but respect for you,

but my objection still stands.

We need all our people protecting our own border.

Our borders are weak and porous.

You said it yourself, General.

Your own troops are spread thin.

If we don't stop them down south,

they will cut us in half at the Texas border.

And what about our allies?

We can't just abandon them.

If we were to try and defend the terminal...

Anita, are you seriously considering this?

You lost hundreds of Marines in Mayport.

It's because of the Marines I lost

I'm considering this, Don.

Admiral, Don's right.

We don't have the logistical infrastructure

to support a huge operation down there,

but if we were, what do you have in mind?

We send Nathan James to the Gulf

then supplement with troops from the other branches.

Admiral, no one is questioning the contribution

your ship has made to this country, but...

they're one ship.

You haven't even heard from them.

They'll call.

So, you're asking us to throw the football down the field

and just hope there's a receiver there.

Yes.

Because I know them.

They're always there to catch the ball.

Anita?

I'm sorry, Tom.

Maybe if... When we hear from Nathan James.

Until we do, I can't, in good conscience,

take my troops from the border.

The Navy runs this joint command,

so it's your call.

But if this is the plan you're recommending to CNC,

I'm afraid it will be without my signature.

Corvette is approaching Eddie's position, ma'am.

- Activate Eddie! - EMATT is active.

- Sonar? - Confirmed, ma'am.

EMATT is emitting and on course.

Corvette is adjusting course, ma'am.

They're running away from the EMATT. It's working.

Corvette knows it's no match for a sub.

We need to keep selling it. Shut Eddie down.

Make them think it's gone dark.

Yes, ma'am.

Corvette took the bait.

How long till they see the SLQ-49?

Should be on their radar seven minutes, sir.

And if they fall for our trick,

they should be within firing range five minutes after that.

I can't believe you're still in the fight.

I figured you would have retired

after what you did on the James,

but here you are in the middle of the jungle...

still a warrior.

Why is that so hard to understand, huh?

You, of all people, can relate.

Me, I got nothing else to live for but to fight,

but you... you got a wife, a kid.

If I had your life,

I sure as shit wouldn't be doing this anymore.

Anyway, I'm getting out soon...

back to the states.

The narcos have a plane.

It makes runs to northern Mexico.

The narcos are your exfil?

Their planes are a hell of a lot more reliable

than most airlines today.

Theirs leaves from a mountain clearing

two days from now.

We hit Tavo's men hard, take out the bridge,

and I get on the plane with my intel.

You and your team... you're welcome to hitch a ride.

Yeah. We might just do that.

All right.

Ma'am, the corvette is approaching the SLQ-49.

It's working.

Corvette is turning towards us.

The corvette will be in range in three minutes, sir.

Very well.

According to plan.

Relax, Bell.

You know you can't hunt when you're tight.

Ma'am, the corvette is adjusting course.

It's moving away from the SLQ-49.

Where's it heading?

Prop noise indicates it's now

approaching the island from the west.

Yes, ma'am.

They know we're here.

- Now what? - We improvise.

No plan survives contact with the enemy.

Sir, we still have one more card to play.

Speed.

We chase them down and take them on in open water.

This is the only island cover for 30 miles, sir.

We'll have one shot to catch them by surprise.

One shot's all we'll need. Your job just got a hell of a lot harder.

It's one thing to fire from a fixed position,

another thing to do it on the move.

- You up for it? - Bell: Absolutely, sir.

Hunting's no fun if the game comes to you.

Good. Take us into open water.

Hey, Pablo's got a ride out of here.

This all goes to plan,

we can blow the bridge up and...

- Kandie! - She's alive! Let's move!

I need to find Pablo!

- Danny! - I'll be right behind you.

Pablo!

Pablo!

Pablo!

- Danny! - Hey!

Danny.

I'm gonna get you out of here. Just hang on.

No, Danny, you got to go.

I'm not leaving you!

Aah!

Come on.

Come on.

Azima. Azima.

- I'm good. I'm good. - Okay, okay.

How did they find us?

Where the hell is Green?

Going somewhere, gringo?

Huh?

Muy bien.

We have a visual.

Bell, two degrees left.

Got it.

- Now. - Fire.

Hey, gringo.

Are you okay letting your Latin friends die for you?

One last chance.

Where is Armando?

Yo no hablo ingles...

asshole.

No!

You son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

We clipped her stern.

One degree left.

- Now! - Fire!

Shots landing short.

We have to fire on the rise. Wait for it.

I have hydrophone effects. Torpedo inbound.

Ma'am, what do we do? Our MK 116 is down.

The corvette thought Eddie was a sub.

Let's make the torpedo believe the same thing.

- Reactivate EMATT. - Aye, ma'am.

We have detonation. Torpedo destroyed.

EMATT signal has disappeared.

Pour one out for Eddie.

At least he's good for something.

Ah.

I know who you are.

Sí. Sí.

Oh, man.

Gustavo's got a big bounty on your head.

You know that?

They said dead or alive.

If it's all the same to you...

...I'm thinking dead.

Four degrees right, Bell.

I'm there.

Wait for it.

- Now. - Fire!

- Brace! - Incoming!

Battle damage assessment.

We gotta lead him.

Bell, what do you do when you're hunting bird?

Aim in front of them, sir.

Left rudder, four degrees. Aim for my thumb.

Yes, sir!

I'm there.

- Now! - Fire!

Two rounds.

We have detonation.

The ship is breaking apart.

Target destroyed, ma'am.

Hell of a job, Bell.

Thank you, sir.

Same to you, if you don't mind me saying.

Damage report!

iViva Tavo!

You all right?

Aah!

22 dead, our camp destroyed,

and we lost most of our weapons and explosives.

Do you have reinforcements?

They're scattered across the jungle, days away.

So we find another moment and make a play...

No. There's too many of them.

I don't think we can manage...

I'm not turning back.

- Not now. - Danny, we can't just keep...

If Gustavo gets his troops across that bridge,

it's game over, right?

That's right.

I'm not ready to concede the game.

None of you have to stay.

But Pablo gave his life for this mission.

I plan to finish it.

Right.

Then let's blow up that bridge.

Ma'am, O.O.D. wishes to report we have hull integrity.

They're patching and repairing damage from the enemy ship.

In addition, the replenishment is now complete.

Requesting permission to untie.

Very well.

They put quite a hole in our side.

Four feet to the left, it hits our fuel lines.

Now that we're loaded up, we need to call Southcom,

tell them we're ready to join the fight.

How? We've got no crypto.

It's still too risky to talk on an open channel. No.

We need a code.

Command Cent...

Command, come in. Do you read?

Command.

Command Center, come in.

Admiral Chandler?

There's a call coming in over HF radio.

It's Admiral Slattery.

This isn't a secure channel, Mike.

Yeah, I know.

I finally got around to reading your favorite book.

- You got your copy handy? - Hold on.

Ensign Swain, do you have your copy of "Moby-Dick"?

Yes, sir.

We've got it.

Turn to page 366, 5 paragraphs down.

Last 4 words.

Working on it.

This is how we're gonna have to communicate

for the time being.

Understood. Smart play, Mike.

Well? What's the message?

"Fit for a fight."

Tom, is the message clear?

Yes, it is.

We read you loud and clear.

We'll be in touch.

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