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Terrorists, a nuke,

and a corrupt military unit
coming after us.

This is gonna be fun.

Pavel, you need me in there.

Twenty see you as a traitor.
They will kill you on sight.

Don't make me do this.

I don't even know
what I'm fighting for anymore.

You know what this is?

It's a remote transmitter.
What is it for?

Why have a bomb if it won't go off?

It's counting down.

It's probably a good time to tell ya that

if we get out of this alive,
I'm kinda done with this life.

If we shoot the bomb,
it will not detonate.

All right, fuck it, let's shoot the bomb.

I'm here to help you.

You have chosen a side.

Whatever you're planning to do...

I'm willing to do what needs to be done.

They think that Pavel is trying to force

the West and Russia into a war
that neither side can avoid.

Russia's asking for our help?

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I used to have this mate...

an American, Samuel Wyatt.

He was fond of saying people
are either grease or gravel.

Guys that make your life easier
or they slow it down.

So I'm wondering which one are you?

How much did you pay for it?

Where's Pavel Kuragin?

I know you bought
a suitcase nuke off him,

and I know where you've stashed it.

You don't know anything.

Okay.

Tekura Compound.

And right about now my team
are on their way there.

Isn't that where your family are?

Your wife, your kid...

How old's your kid? Nine, ten?

Tell me about Pavel,

and I'll make sure they're protected.

Bravo Two, into position.

You know how it is in those situations,

confusion, noise; shoot first, ID later.

Ready on three.

- I know nothing.
- Want me to jog your memory?

Pavel Kuragin, Russian agent,
disavowed by his own country.

- Two...
- He's gone rogue, he's on the run.

- Not ringing any bells?
- One...

- Haven't seen him?
- Breaching.

Go, go, go, go, go!

On me.

- Three.
- We can't.

Code nine!

That's your family in there, mate.

Enemy Foxtrot in the house, proceed.

Tango's down.

Chetri!

Doesn't sound good.

First floor clear. Moving up.

Ten million.

We paid ten million for the device.

Very good. Now we've started.

Now tell me about Kuragin.

Bravos, you take point. Ready to move up?

Moving.

Moving in.

Come on, Fahad,
that's your family in there.

You must be scared.

I'd hate for there to be a mistake.

We didn't deal with Kuragin.

We dealt with a woman.

Natasha Petrenko,
we had surveillance on her.

Get down!

Get down.

Make it stop.

- Room clear.
- No.

Boss, package located.
We have the second nuke.

Did we get Pavel?

No, but we got a lead.

Well, it better be good.

I've been chasing shadows for too long.

We need Pavel and we need him now.

Hi, honey.

How was your run?

Yeah, good.

What time's your flight?

Flight is 1:30.

Two weeks, that's it.

Shenzen, Shanghai, then I'm home

with a nice fat paycheck

courtesy of Mr. Caleb Montgomery.

And bringing back an expensive gift

for your patient wife.

You know, most people
would say the gift of love

is more than enough.

They're wrong.

Okay, I love you.

- Love you, too.
- Bye.

- You know, maybe today...
- Mm-hmm.

You could be, say...

I don't know, 15 minutes late.

- 15 minutes?
- Yeah.

Aren't you the optimistic one?

Ten?

- I'll take five.
- Mm.

Aw, come on, don't leave me.

Look, I know it hasn't been
easy getting work, and...

Don't worry about me. I'm good.

It's a nice, boring security job

for a tech company.

Not all the military stuff

and everything that came along with it.

It's in the past, it's good.

Maybe I realized there's
more important things

than saving the world.

- "Saving the world"?
- Yeah.

Well, you need help.

Bye.

Miss you.

Love you.

Good morning, asshole.

This is the person who
brokered the sale of the nuke

to the Tehrik-i-Taliban;

Natasha Petrenko, SVR Russian
Intelligence Officer.

Died three years ago
in a car crash, supposedly.

Looks pretty good for a corpse.

According to Alpha files,
she was taken off the grid,

worked as a deep cover
operative, currently disavowed.

Disavowed because...

- It's redacted.
- Wonderful.

How helpful.

Maybe after the Kingfisher
project was shuttered,

Moscow got nervous
and started closing down

other similar ops.

Seems like your lot has a problem with

pissed off agents going rogue.

Well, they've made it our problem now.

Kuragin's got ten million in the bank,

hooking up with
another renegade operative.

Pavel's ramping up to something.

Something big if he wants to start a war.

Unfortunately Moscow and London
have each decided

that 20 might not be up to this.

What?

They are aware we just recovered

the other suitcase nuke?

Yes, I know. Well done, us.

But according to both sides,
Pavel is always one step ahead.

Which means we have
one last chance before

they pull the plug on the joint op.

How long have we got to wrap up?

- Ten days.
- Bloody brilliant.

Facial recognition has
picked up Petrenko at

Saidu Sharif airport eight hours ago.

We could find out where she was going,

track her out the other side.

Very good. As soon as we get
a destination, we move.

Captain Zarkova, a word.

Great.

Time to complain to the Russian
about the Russians.

Redacted files, really?

We need better intelligence
from our partners in Moscow.

We're actually discussing work, okay.

Well, what did you think we were doing?

Just that thing we said
we wouldn't do again

four or five times.

You know they're not going to share

that level of information with the West.

It's their rogue agent that
we're hunting.

And it's your people
who took all the credit

for securing the suitcase nuke.

Because we were the ones to bring it in.

Yeah, not like I was there,
too, or anything...

risking my life.

And I suppose it was always gonna be

a conflict of interest sooner or later...

East versus West.

Yeah, I guess it was always
gonna get a little complicated.

Zero Alpha, got a locale on Petrenko.

She's in Hong Kong.

Prepare to move out.

I swear she does that on purpose.

Good work, kid.

I'm 27, but thank you.

It's a term of endearment.

We good?

You know, she nearly got
tagged in the raid.

This is fucked up.

I'm training her as fast as I can, mate.

I know, but we need
the boots on the ground.

It was a lot easier
with Wyatt on my shoulder.

Yeah, it was, but he made his choice.

Hmm.

- Good morning, sir.
- Yes, it is.

Here's what I can offer your military:

Propriety satellite control
and monitoring systems.

It's expensive,
but there are times in life

when you wanna cut costs, gentlemen.

This is not one of those times.

Soda, diet.

You wanna spar with me, bro?

Oh, I'm good, sir.

What, afraid I'll kick your ass?

Yeah, something like that.

Do you need security this evening, sir?

Calendar says you have a meeting.

Calendar's wrong.

Have the driver bring
the car around front.

You think everyone's an asshole.

Yeah, okay, that's true,
but this guy's...

he's in a class of his own.

And I swear he's up to something.

"Up to something"?

You are just there to do security, right?

Yeah, honey, of course.

You sound a lot like
the old Samuel Wyatt right now.

No, no, no, no, no,

just observing and reporting, that's all.

Don't worry about me.

Hey, listen, I gotta go.

I gotta go do some timesheets and shit.

All right, talk to you later.

Yeah.

Hey, you have a good day at work, okay?

I love you.

Love you, too.

Surveillance cameras got
a hit on Natasha Petrenko.

Looks like we're on for

the Tshin Shan nightclub in Kowloon.

I can hook into the CCTV system,

get eyes inside.

The rest of you head in, find Petrenko,

find out why she's there,
and who she's meeting.

Are we thinking Pavel?

I can't see it, not in a public place.

Well, he won't be far away.

It will be something.

She sells the nuke, gets ten million,

heads straight for this place, so...

So be careful,
and don't spook the horses.

Bravos, there's a VIP area
which is reserved

for one client.

I'm having issues with the CCTV feed.

Seems to be some interference
coming from inside.

There's a wine-tasting lounge downstairs,

surveillance junction box
in the far corner.

I'm on it.

Eyes on the familiar, Artem Orlov,

former Black Sea marine.

VIP area located.

Orlov, 482nd Russian Marine Battalion,

listed missing-in-action, 2015.

Another dead Russian walking around.

Right, well, stay sharp.

Could be other hostiles in the area.

Eyes on Echo One...

heading towards VIP area.

Keep your distance.
You don't wanna blow this.

Bravo One is attending to the CCTV.

Let's get eyes on them first.

Copy that.

Come on, let's just get
our asses in there.

The Colonel has given us
an order, wait and watch.

Yeah, and how 'bout you screwing him?

Is that orders as well?

You know, Russia covering her bases.

You know, Russia covering all her bases.

You have eyes, yes?

You have seen his cheekbones,
that tight little butt,

makes you want to s...

Yeah, yeah... oh.

Strong arms, really strong arms.

Okay, mate, I'm sorry I asked.

Not everything is work.

Unknown Tango, moving to engage.

All right, turn around nice and slow.

- Wyatt?
- Mac?

What the hell are you doing here?

I'm working.

You look good, man.
You look like you lost weight.

Thanks. I like the...

Clean up.

So, what are you doing here?

I'm trying to hack into the CCTV system.

You're tracking Petrenko as well?

Petrenko? No, no, no.

I'm on this asshole, Caleb Montgomery.

I'm working for him.

Who's Montgomery?

You know, he's a tech guy.

You know, security, satellite systems,

that kind of thing.

Tracked a few payments to him

from a Kingfisher shell company.

So I swung a job on a security team.

Are you working for the CIA now?

No. No, no, I'm self-employed.

It's kind of a hobby more than anything.

Pavel shot me, Mac.
It still hurts when I piss.

I have to get him.

Zero, target could be a Caleb Montgomery.

I've identified the sources of

the surveillance interference
and I'm fixing it.

Mind out, mate, duty calls.

I'm sorry, did you just refer
to me as interference?

You're fucking up our feed, mate.

So what's your op, this Petrenko guy?

Petrenko woman,
possible associate of Pavel.

- Yours?
- Yeah.

So wait, your target could be
meeting up with my target.

Could be.

Well, ain't that a small world.

Too bloody small.

We're fighting the same war, Mac.

They say you should never mix
business and pleasure,

but that's never been a problem of mine.

Ah, here.

What happened here?

What does it matter?

- It's called small talk.
- I don't do small talk.

Humor me.

I fell out of a tree as a child.

Well, that doesn't look like
the kind of scar you'd get

falling from a tree, now does it?

Cheers.

Eyes on Echo.

Looks like some kind of deal going down.

Observing only. Let it play out.

Bravo One, moving out.

Where do you think you're going?

- Coming with you.
- No, you're not.

I'm sensing some tension, Mac.

Is this because I left without
saying good-bye?

No, it's because I'm working.

So stay back and let me do my job.

We don't fit in...

always checking the room,
always a little on edge.

I can spot military a mile away.

No offense, mate, but there's
two of us and one of you.

Hmm.

You should have brought more men.

Huh?

Boryenka here doesn't understand English,

so I'm quite comfortable in
telling you he has

no redeeming social
or professional qualities

beyond being a... fucking thug.

_

Big Mac and his big mouth.

I'll get the big fella, then.

Do you have what I asked for?

Do you have the money?

Five million, ready for transfer.

Well, five feels a little low.

I mean, what we're doing here
isn't exactly legal.

Make it eight.

What makes you think I have that money?

Hell, you rented out
the whole VIP section,

so let's call it a hunch.

Bet you wish you'd indulged me

in some fucking small talk now, huh?

You were advanced one million
on an understanding...

You just gotta shake out the other seven.

- But if you're not interested, I can go.
- No,

I'm interested.

You wanna give me a hand?

Just like old times.

Prick.

Oh, you son of a bitch.

It's a deal, then.

You know, and you're right.

This scar was not from a tree.

Deal's gone wrong, move in,
grab the principals.

Go, go, go.

I am two inches from
your femoral artery...

Pl... please.

Please.

Transfer the software we need.

Okay.

Okay, okay... look, look, look. Okay.

It's doing it. It's doing it.

Look, look, look.
It's just... pl... ow, please!

- Please!
- _

Got Echo.

Getting target.

Wha...? Fucking stabbed me.

You'll live. Up.

Move.

Bravo Two, sit-rep.

We have the asset, moving to exfil.

- Wyatt?
- Hey, short stuff.

Dickhead.

- Take 'em out the back.
- Copy.

Hey, boss, how you doing?

What the hell are you doing here?

Come on, move.

Everybody get down!

Shit!

Oh, shit. Get down!

Bravo, sit-rep.

Pavel set off an IED.

I've lost eyes on Echo One.

Emergency services, police inbound.

We have the target.
Alpha and Echo are gone.

Move the target out to the RV point.

Boss, we've got injured civilians.

We cannot be caught here.

Move out. We're on our way.

Let's go. Novin, let's go.

I was stabbed in the fucking leg, man.

You said you would take me
to the hospital.

Yeah, we will, just as soon as you answer

a few more questions.

You know what? You're done.

I'm gonna make sure you never work again.

What'd you sell the Russians?

They're rogue agents, you know?

What, you think I'm scared of you

and Sergeant Burnout here?

This guy comes to me, begging for a job.

Actually felt sorry for him.

Ex-military, couldn't hack it
in the real world.

Hey.

You don't get to talk
about him like that.

Not now, not ever.

Besides, it's not actually us
you have to worry about.

It's everybody else, asshole.

Hong Kong authorities,

British and American
Intelligence agencies,

Securities and Exchange Commission,

not to mention the Russians.

What is it your lot want to do?

Just to take him to the enhanced

interrogation center in Siberia.

Yeah, I definitely wouldn't
recommend that one.

You see, we're the easy way,
Mr. Montgomery.

Where are they going?

All I know is it's some

off-books Russian satellite station.

Artem, you're late.

- _
- No Russian.

_

You were supposed to protect her exfil.

I was.

I was dealing with British military.

A lifetime of wet work, assassination,

Odessa, Kiev, the Black Sea massacre...

I knew you would find your way out,

because you are very good at your job.

We were all good at our jobs,
before a regime that

forced us to give up everything,

betrayed us anyway, cast us aside.

First you abandon me

and now you're giving me
a fucking speech?

Artem, you ready?

Then we better get moving.

Just remember, we're working
with you, not for you.

Uh-uh. Put it down.

On your knees! Move.

- I said move.
- Move, move!

Move! Get your fucking hands up.

Satellite control systems.

Eyes down.

Okay, let's go.
Look at the fucking floor.

Uploading the worm from Mr. Montgomery.

Now we find out if it works

or if we've all just wasted our time.

Artem, give her room.

They wanted malware to crack

the control systems I had installed.

They're looking to gain access
to a ghost satellite,

Designation Sobaka.

What's so important about this satellite?

Ask your own people.

All I know is,
these rogue agents of yours,

they plan to bring it
crashing down to earth.

We need the frequency of
the satellite signal.

You can't link up with it here.

That's why they need access
to the facility.

- Plug right into the hardware...
- We don't need to plug in.

Listen, I'm sure you're just
fucking peachy

and everyone just loves you,
but this shit is my...

We just need to interrupt their signal.

I mean, that could work.

Yeah.

- We're hooked in.
- How long?

30 minutes.

Please, let the others go.

What do you think we're planning

to do with you all?

We're not animals.

We're patriots.

Well?

I spoke to General Pokrovsky
about the satellite...

And? Did he say what it was?

Or why Kuragin's so interested in it?

My superiors either don't know

or they don't wish to share
that information with the West.

Very well.

It's just a boring investment
conference, that's it.

Oh... oh. Okay, okay.

All right, well, I'll speak to you then.

Yeah, you too. Bye.

"Investment conference"?

Madison.

She took you back, then?

With conditions.

What conditions?

Like, I promised that
I'd leave all this shit behind.

Don't take this the wrong way, mate,

but you're an idiot.

Satellite link frequency obtained.

Copy that.

Chetri's got something.

Target interference.

Bring the satellite down.

It will be off trajectory
two, three hundred kilometers.

And if we wait,
we could lose the connection.

Just do it.

Satellite's falling,
two hours till impact.

It'll land somewhere in
north Philippines.

I'll get a closer fix on it soon.

Right, well, if we move fast enough,

we might be able to get to it
before Pavel.

All right, sounds like a plan.

Boss.

Can we leave Wyatt out of this?

Uh, excuse me?

Technically, you are a civilian.

Technically, I'm also awesome.

We're up against highly trained Russian

ex-military operatives.

I think Mr. Wyatt's skill set
will come in handy.

Thank you.

At least somebody's happy to see me.

That's not what I said. Come on.

Corporal.

Yes, sir.

You're going to the Philippines?

Wha... aren't you taking me
to the hospital?

Not quite, mate.

Hey, what are you doing?

Well, like the boss said,

there's some people who wanna talk to ya.

Wait. Which people?

What, the cops? The SEC?

You'll find out soon enough.

Russia?

Hey, Wyatt, bro, come on.

Look, how does a big, fat raise sound?

- Huh?
- I wouldn't know.

You fired me.

Wyatt...

Please!

I have the landing coordinates.

We're done here.

Pavel... they work for Russia.

Yes, they do.

You put down your weapon before.

You told me to.

Yes, but you had a job to do,

to protect the secrets of
Russia from people like us,

but you just rolled over.

You gave up.

You are what is wrong with our nation.

We have become cowards.

We used to be bold,

but now we only hide behind computers...

Poking the West,

retreating and denying

when we are discovered.

Pavel...

At least the Americans have the decency

to bomb their enemies,

then build shopping malls
and fast food restaurants

on the rubble.

Just got a fix on
the satellite trajectory.

And?

And it's coming in hard, off-course.

Due to land ten miles outside of Marawi,

by a small shantytown called Santa Diwa.

That's an ISIL stronghold.

It's basically crashing down
into the middle of a warzone.

Hey.

Bravos, our satellite
imagery confirms that

a package was removed from the crash site

and taken to an ISIL safe house.

Vehicle entering Santa Diwa

two clicks north of your location.

ID on Pavel Kuragin
with multiple local Tangos.

Get that package before Kuragin does.

Copy that.

Multiple Tangos
in your area, stay frosty.

Man, I've missed this.

Moving.

I should be part of the recovery squad.

If whatever was taken from
that satellite is so important

to the Russians that they won't tell us,

then I'd rather my team fetch it without

a Russian Captain looking
over our shoulder.

Of course.

'Cause that's all I am
to this team, "the Russian."

Just stay focused.

You're still on this job.

Eyes on target location.

Go to the door.

Clear.

Clear. Package secured.

Head to the RV point.

Wait. What have we got?

Mission's to grab it, not open it.

They took down a bloody satellite for it.

You don't wanna have a sneaky peek?

Yeah, all right.

The hell are they?

Missile launch keys.

Pavel traded a nuke for missiles?

It doesn't make sense.

Yeah, what bothers me more is why

you'd keep the keys on a satellite.

Since the '50s there's been
rumors that both

Russia and the West have been
storing sensitive data

and other shit up there for safekeeping.

So whatever those are...

- Bad news?
- Very bad news.

Your people have something that I want.

You bring it to me,
and you can name your price.

The price will be high.

It usually is.

_

Bravo, multiple Tangos headed your way.

Oh, great. Let's go.

Spreading out, searching.

We'll need to move to emergency RV point.

Move.

Be careful, the whole
damn town's looking for you.

Go, Wyatt.

- Moving.
- Move, move.

Right, Bravo Two, check right
for exfil, we'll check left.

- Copy.
- Moving.

Tangos prepping, my route's blocked.

Weapon down.

Don't do it.

Ah!

Fuck's sake, Mac!

All right, possible exfil this way.

Hey, look, go back inside.

Go back inside.

No, no, no!

- Shit, move, move!
- Moving!

Fuck!

Got your back.

You okay?

- Changing.
- Move.

- Move!
- Yeah.

Move. Go, go, go.

- Go left.
- Check it.

Copy.

Get back, get back.

Fuck! Oh, fuck.

Shit. Stay down.

Clear!

Let's go, mate. Go, go, go.

Wyatt, are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, arm got tagged.

Let's have a look, mate.

Oh, nice one.

Yeah, I'm not exactly sure how to explain

this one back home.

Hey, keep the chat to a minimum, yeah?

It's not what you think.

He was so proud of you, you know?

That you'd got out,
got a job, a real life.

You coming back,
it kind of broke his heart.

All right, we're going out the back.

Finish patching him up
and get ready to move.

Shit.

Tangos incoming! Move!

Go! Go, go, go!

- Wyatt.
- Yeah?

- Mac.
- Yeah?

- Move!
- One sec.

Moving!

I'm after you.

Changing!

Grenade! Move!

- Move!
- Move!

Oh, fuck!

No!

Changing!

Move! Move!

Moving!

Boss!

Go, exfil.

Is that your vehicle, Wyatt?

Come out!

- No!
- Cover!

Move it!

Go, go, go! Go!

Behind me!

- Boss, let's go.
- Just go.

- Meet me at the ERV.
- Copy.

- Get in, Mac.
- Move, move, move.

Pick me up, due east, two minutes.