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You telling me there's not a base on this continent

with a working Seahawk, sir?

I understand your frustrations, Sunshine,

but we're lucky to have parts for the Huey.

My dad flew these in Vietnam.

Okay, how much JP-5 did we get, sir?

Enough for at least 1,000 nautical miles.

You ever wonder how Warrant got the call sign?

No. "Sunshine" seems right.

Guy's been flying so long, I guess he earned it.

When are you gonna learn to fly?

You have to be an officer.

And college isn't in my immediate plan.

It's the apocalypse. They can't still have that rule.

Sunshine retired twice, and they still keep him in the air.

You should get him to teach you.

We'll see. Air rescue's pretty rad.

And I get to ride the.50 Cal.

Gotta get you a call sign.

Long way from the Bridge, shipmate.

Yes, sir. On my way back, sir.

Catch you later.

Yeah.

Commander.

Sir.

Fletcher.

Oran, Algeria.

Our latest intel suggests that it's still an active city

with a variety of cultures.

But with all the troubles,

they recently reorganized into smaller groups.

Mahmoud's people, the Tuaregs, they took refuge here.

El-Hamri.

If the seeds made it to Oran, El-Hamri is where they'll be.

So we enter, blend in, locate the target, and get out.

Not if Omar gets there first

and we're still three hours from helo range.

MI6 hasn't made any headway in the region.

The city states that survived the Immune Wars

are ever-changing and unstable.

Athens went off the grid a few months ago.

The Izmirs in Turkey. They've been fighting Cyprus

going on six weeks now.

Yeah, and there's enough ghost stories about the Egyptians

to fill a Greek epic.

And there's no other U.S. assets in the area?

Anyone who could get there sooner?

Allied Joint Forces in Naples went dark a few months ago.

We believe the airfield is still intact,

but any aircraft we had were destroyed by scavengers

once we left.

N.S.A. La Maddalena shut down a few years ago,

and Messina's fuel depot was abandoned soon after the virus hit Sardinia.

And the Nathan James is once again on her own.

This way, there be monsters.

Man's gotta eat.

I figured you were an American.

I am, too.

Well, half. I was raised in Iowa.

Breadbasket of the world.

You've come a long way.

We both have.

That stuff makes them useless.

I've heard it helps with the hunger.

It's an escape.

It's a way out.

It's the coward's way out.

The rest of us, we fight.

That's why you're here, back at it.

Got your gear, your nets, your new boat.

Well... New-ish.

You know my deal with Alex, yes?

You'll get your cut.

And what makes you think I'll let you back in my waters

after what you did? Stealing my fish?

And then you beat up my man.

Lucky punch.

Maybe.

I could've killed you.

Yeah.

I guess that's true.

There's hardly any protein left in the sea,

and you won't catch anything on that.

- I'll manage. - You'll starve.

But I have something better.

I could use a guy like you.

Come aboard for a while.

For what?

So I can extort fishermen

who are just trying to feed their families? I'll pass.

No.

What we're doing is so much bigger than that.

Besides, you kind of owe me one.

Come, Nobody.

We're gonna change the world.

Those hills should provide enough cover for the helo.

Safe to assume Mahmoud didn't apprise his people

to the seeds' value,

which means they may not put up much of a fight.

Also means he might be careless with them.

In the meantime, I still have my supply of Moroccan mint.

Reminder of our long, romantic nights in Maghreb.

Yes, sorry.

What are you thinking about?

They're rioting in St. Louis again.

The President is in trouble, again.

People are hungry.

And angry and...

It feels like we've been thrown back into the dark days.

Yeah, it's just as bad in the U.K.

Virtually all grassland has turned red.

Those seeds are our only hope.

What if they're lost, Fletch?

Hey, come on.

That's not fair.

You're usually the one giving me the courage, remember?

The virus can't beat us twice.

It can't.

It won't.

Now, drink your tea.

- Captain on the Bridge. - Gator.

Sir, we're approximately five nautical miles

from the mouth of the strait.

OOD, increase speed to 25 knots and take us right down the middle.

Aye, aye, sir. Helm, all engines ahead full for 25 knots.

Steer course 0-9-0.

Helm, aye. All engines are ahead full for 25 knots.

My rudder's right five degrees. Coming to course 0-9-0.

Be mindful of the drift.

The water flows both east and west,

causing all kinds of horizontal currents which are hard to spot.

I can feel them, Master Chief.

Captain Meylan, you ever made this trip?

I was mainly deployed in the Pacific.

Fleeted up in the Indian.

The Med is something.

Three continents, 21 countries, 50 languages.

All those people sharing this one body of water.

Like frogs around a pond, according to Socrates.

The Strait of Gibraltar's the most beautiful sight

you'll ever get from a DDG.

Isn't that right, Master Chief?

Ain't nothing like watching the sun rise through the Pillars of Hercules.

You're gonna like it here.

Stavros, my friend.

Tell me of Crete.

Smooth sailing, I hope.

The Greek Navy is back to her fighting weight.

And look what I found in Agios Nikolaos.

I call him Ares.

Ares.

And you think he stands a chance against my Moose?

I think it'd be fun to find out.

Well, should we make it interesting?

You're late, Giorgio.

Business, Lucia. We're doing business.

We leave tomorrow at 10:00 a.m. No later.

Well, until then, can a guy have a little fun?

Please forgive my sister, Stavros.

Who are you?

Him?

That's Nobody.

Nice to meet you, Nobody.

Can I help you, Wolf?

You and the lady back on the James,

cruising the Med.

It's kind of like the honeymoon you never had.

Oh, yeah.

There's nothing more romantic than spending it with 200 sailors

while the world starves.

Sir.

Your left arm, please.

They want blood.

For what?

We need to check electrolytes,

vitamins, and other stuff.

Giorgio wants champions.

They come from all over.

If they win, their families eat.

Right arm's better.

Yeah? I know.

I'm doing it.

In fact, it's already done.

You'll love the new prospects I have for you.

Yes!

Yes, I'm getting it right now.

I have all of the info.

I thought Giorgio was the boss.

Doesn't look like it.

No. He serves master.

The master?

Who's that?

Don't ask questions.

Just fight.

What is that?

We have what looks to be a fishing buoy line

from 0-8-5 to 1-1-0 true.

Fishermen's nets. They're coming farther and farther out

just for a decent catch.

Like frogs around a pond.

OOD, adjust course to 0-7-5. Slow to 10 knots.

Helm, left standard rudder. Setting course 0-7-5.

All engines ahead two-thirds for 10 knots.

Helm, aye.

Rudder's left 15 degrees, coming to course 0-7-5.

Think we're too late.

We hit 'em all the time.

Worst-case case scenario, the nets break up in the propellers.

I've got contact.

Sonar dome. Now scraping.

Damn.

Bridge, we've fouled the dome.

OOD, I have the conn.

Helm, adjust the...

We've lost propulsion, sir.

Central, man condition two D.C.

Engine room, Bridge. What's happening down there?

All four engines are down, sir.

Attempting to emergency start gens one through three.

Nothing.

APU failure.

Auxiliary power unit failed to fire.

Troubleshooting now.

Captain, you were an engineer.

Once a Cheng, always a Cheng.

- Did we hit rocks? - No way. We're over 800 feet of depth.

All consoles switching to emergency shut down mode.

Ma'am, I got a screenshot of sonar before it went down.

A near surface explosion.

Bridge, CIC, Sonar indicates power loss was the result of an IED.

Must've been set in those fishing lines.

IED? In the middle of the Strait?

Missile inbound!

It's gotta be Omar.

Set General Quarters. Man all crew served weapons.

Right there. Right there.

General Quarters, General Quarters.

All hands, man your battle stations.

Hatch is secure!

All weapons are down.

Nothing's on the surface.

It came from inside the rock.

Shut down non-essential systems.

Pull battery backups and bring them to me.

These batteries generate about three amps per unit.

We daisy-chain enough of them together,

and just maybe we have a shot at defending ourselves.

Wright, grab emergency cables from the p-way.

- Run it to the CSC console. - Yes, ma'am.

Chief, take the driver's seat.

You're gonna be picking off missiles by eye, again.

Talk to me, Chief.

Sir, APU one and two are reporting low start air.

Attempting to fire up three locally.

Got an air leak!

Find it fast!

Bridge, Captain Meylan, shock wave ruptured an air pipe.

Until we isolate and repair the damage,

we can't restart any of the generators.

- Gator, what's our set and drift? - Two knots at 2-3-5, sir.

Without propulsion, we'll cover 60 yards per minute.

- Toward the rock. - We're becoming a bigger target.

- Why haven't they fired again? - I don't know.

I'm sure as hell not gonna wait and find out.

What do we know about those tunnels?

U.K. used them to house guns, hangars,

even a hospital during the Second World War.

Twenty-four miles of passageways packed into three square miles.

Yeah, but based upon the flight path of that missile,

there are only three entrances capable of housing a launch battery.

We could find it, sir.

All right, get out there.

- Find that weapon. Kill it. - Easy day.

Engine room reports at least 30 minutes before

they can restore power to weapons.

Too long. Let's hope this works.

Bridge, CIC, guns and VLS are still down,

but CIWS has power and is up and running.

Commander, next bogey you see, you take it out.

With pleasure, sir.

And the missile launcher itself?

CIWS doesn't have the range.

Best we can do is kill the next missile before it puts a hole in our bow.

You're right, Stavros.

Your boy is good. Mean.

Come on, Moose!

Where's the rage?

Boss...

Thank you.

Just trying to be a gentleman.

Be careful.

Gentle men don't last long around here.

All clear. Set security.

De-rig.

Nathan James, Vulture team has landed.

So far, nothing's crawling out of the dark.

Copy, Vulture team. Watch your six.

Always do.

Got the leak! Shut those valves!

Grab your gear. We gotta replace that pipe.

Talk about creepy.

A bat could get lost in here.

We'll find 'em.

Missile inbound. Bearing 2-2-3.

Bulldog bearing 2-2-3. Engage with CIWS.

Contact evaluated as kill.

Nice shot, Chief.

Emergency power holding.

Barely.

Based on our set and drift,

I've calculated the launch point of both missiles.

Looks like there's a second weapon, sir.

Vulture team, Mother. Be advised.

There are two targets.

I say again, there are two hostile weapons.

Sending Bravo coordinates now.

- Got 'em. - Roger that, Nathan James.

We are separating. Initiating same tactic on two targets.

Miller, Kandie, on me.

Ready.

This is Cobra team, moving on secondary target now.

All teams,

it was here, but it's gone.

- No joy here either. - This is definitely the place.

The rock face is burned by missile fire.

Cooper.

Check it out.

Nathan James, this is Vulture.

I know why it took them 23 minutes to fire that second shot.

It's not two weapons. It's one.

It's on the move.

Repair complete, sir.

Restoring air flow to pipe now.

Pressure's still too low to fire up the engines.

Ruiz, up the air flow!

Bridge, we've got a hiccup.

Still looking at 30 minutes to fill the tank.

We need to find another way to create high pressured air.

Follow me.

Set and drift remain at 2 knots, bearing 2-3-7.

Nathan James is 1.9 nautical miles to the rock, sir.

Makes no sense. Why lose time moving the weapon?

Why not just stay put and blow us out of the water?

They don't know we've lost fire control.

All teams, I need a sitrep.

Tire tracks at the primary target indicate a wheel base of 160 inches.

Appears to be a heavy-duty truck with a big payload capacity.

The tunnels running parallel to the rock face

are too narrow for that.

They've gotta be using the main grid.

50 feet deeper in the rock.

That means at least 10 minutes to move the weapon

and get it ready to fire again.

AWS3, listen up.

We're gonna jump-start a DDG with a helo engine.

Our engine's way smaller. I don't think the APU will fit.

Don't nuke it, Nolan. One problem at a time.

Let's get this to the engine room.

Chief, give me a hand with this.

You're a two-time loser, Moose.

No. See, there's not going to be a next time.

It's not that you lost. It's how you lost.

Look at you.

Crying like a little baby.

Where is the aggression?

I'm sorry. Boss, please.

- Get him on his feet. - No. Please! No!

- Don't. - I'll do anything. Please!

Don't forget to pay the ferryman.

- No! No! - Let's eat.

Ma'am, we're too close. I'll never make the next shot.

- There's not enough time. - Don't wait for my order. Just fire.

Nathan James is now less than 1.5 nautical miles

from the rock, sir.

And the likelihood it'll miss again?

Slim to none.

A direct hit to port at this range, and we'll all be drinking sea water.

Gator, what's our depth?

328 feet, sir.

Well, if they're gonna hit us,

let's let 'em hit us where it hurts the least.

Master Chief, drop the anchor. We'll let the current spin us around.

Let go of the anchor.

Hold.

It's gasoline. They were just here.

Go, go, go.

Thank you very much.

First growth Bordeaux.

You have nice taste in wine, for a fisherman.

Just reading the label.

You shouldn't let it go to waste.

Could be the last growth.

Maybe not.

You. You beat up my Moose.

I think it's only fair you should take on Ares.

What do you think, Stavros?

Should we see how Nobody stacks up against the God of War?

Enough fighting for one day, you child.

It's all in the name of science, sister.

DC reports 6-inch holes starboard aft above the water line, no casualties.

Stop and lock starboard shaft.

Let's hope what gets baby bird flying can do the same for mama bird.

Time to get creative. We need to attach this

to here.

No sweat.

Mother, this is Vulture team.

Be advised, hostile mobile battery located.

We have grid 7-3-3-1, 9-5-2-7.

Cobra, RV my position.

Roger, Vulture. On our way.

Mother, Cobra team, en route to Vulture's position.

They're readying the weapon. We need to move now.

Explosive ready. Let's move.

Move!

Contact rear!

Green is hit! We are under fire.

Multiple contacts.

Move, Green, move!

- Green! - I'm good!

Anchor holding, light strain.

These are all too big.

- How the hell are we gonna attach it? - Duct tape.

The exhaust can reach up to 800 degrees. It will melt.

It only needs to last five seconds.

- CIWS is no longer responding. - Batteries are dead.

We need another power source now!

Cooper!

I see it!

Damn it. Where the hell are they?

The helo uses a hydraulic system to power the APU.

We're gonna need a pump and a power source.

- Ruiz! - On it.

Kill him, Ares. Take him down.

I'm running out of ammo!

Cobra, we're taking heavy fire from multiple hostiles!

What's your whiskey?

About 60 seconds out.

Make that 90!

They're targeting the James!

That's not good!

What the hell? Where's the operator?

Mother, this is Vulture.

Weapon is arming, unable to take target.

We're gonna need some help here.

Negative, Vulture team. Fire control is still down.

Unable to provide overwatch support at this time.

Attach this to the charging ports on the hydraulic canister.

Warrant.

Hurry, quick.

Spark it up.

We did it.

All four engines back online.

Forget the anchor. Spin us around.

Left full rudder, port ahead two-thirds, starboard back full.

- Aye, sir. - TAO, Captain.

You're authorized to fire when ship is in position.

Combat systems up and running.

- Target friendly's location. - Yes, ma'am.

Vulture team, Mother.

We have regained weapons capability

and are preparing to fire on your whiskey.

You are advised to clear the area.

I say again, clear the area.

Cobra! Last chance to save our asses!

I'm working on it!

We can't wait!

Weapon now armed and locked!

Requesting danger close fire mission!

One five-inch round.

I authenticate... Whiskey Lima Tango Niner Zero.

Danger close. Confirm!

We copy, Vulture.

Set one five-inch round. Over.

Batteries release. Kill target with guns.

Captain on deck.

- Hell of a first day back. - You're telling me.

And the shooters?

They were definitely Omar's guys, sir.

But how did a desert rat like Omar get missiles like those?

Someone's backing him.

Someone with a lot of resources.

So one of the city states, then.

And Omar's head start just got that much bigger.

Sorry, not a lot of downtime for you guys.

Soon as we're in range of Oran, you need to be ready to move.

Yes, sir.

Understood.

Hey, Nobody.

You just took down one of Stavros' best fighters.

Lucky punch.

You fought smart. He didn't.

Are you coming in?

Sit.

The virus killed five billion people.

Left the rest of us behind,

haunted by the ghosts of everything and everyone we've lost.

Just when we thought we'd beaten it,

it struck again...

This time, causing starvation,

turning survivors against each other,

and reducing us to wild animals.

Until one day this

hungry soul plucked this vlita weed

from the dirt,

to fill his empty stomach.

What a surprise.

The virus found its way into this little Greek herb.

And instead of killing it,

it gave us Nostos.

It's what the Greeks call it.

It means "homecoming."

You take one sip

and then, all of the anger and rage against the gods

for what they've taken from us

suddenly vanishes.

Have you tried it yet?

I've seen its effects.

You've only seen the junkies.

They take too much, and they get lost in their heads.

But,

if brewed perfectly,

nectar of the gods.

Don't you wanna go home again?

I don't have a home.

There's a killer instinct inside of you.

My brother saw it,

and I see it, too.

He loves you now.

He'll protect you.

And who protects Giorgio?

You'll find out soon enough.

Now that you're a part of our little circus,

you're gonna need a name.

And what would that be?

Hercules.

You're the boss.

English - SDH