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I'll explain it one more time.

Look, Admiral, it is right there. It is right there in that blank box.

What exactly am I supposed to be seeing there?

It's as clear as a bell.

It's the answer, the key, the eye of the hurricane.

The proverbial missing link to my formula

to save this planet lies within those seeds.

Without those seeds, you have no product.

Without the product, your country continues to starve.

And that is exactly, Admiral, what you should be seeing in that blank box.

Doctor, I am a simple man.

I don't have your gift with figures, but my patience can only last so long.

You asked for our support. Greece gives you her confidence.

You asked for fighters, we give you a warship.

What, Dr. Vellek? What do you ask of my country, now?

More, Demetrius.

I'm asking your country for more.

Fly it out of Israel.

Captain Chandler.

Captain Slattery was just sharing a bit of good news.

Commander Garnett managed to locate another plane in Tel Aviv.

She's altered the flight plan to meet us at Tregua Island.

There's an airstrip there. It's private, but operational.

But most importantly, unlikely to be on Vellek's radar.

Turns out, Aegis Ashore was a good call, Captain. Thank you for that.

We're not takin' any chances with this plane,

as it's probably the last one we'll have at our disposal for some time.

Nathan James will meet the plane.

Ms. Cooper will personally escort the seeds back to our lab in the States,

where our scientists are standing by.

The rest of us, prepare for phase two,

finding and capturing Dr. Paul Vellek.

Any sign of that Greek warship?

Negative. I think it should stay that way

until the seeds are far away from the Med.

Sounds like a solid plan.

And a special thanks to Commander Fletcher

for his role in helping secure the seeds.

Our nation owes you a great debt.

Feeling's mutual, I'm sure.

That is all.

Tregua Island? Well, isn't that a riot?

You and I haven't been there since... When was it last?

'09. Rossi.

That was it. The Rossi mission.

Yes, I'm well aware of your heroics, Harry.

Everyone knows what you did.

Saved your ass more than once, didn't I?

Right, so, let's formulate a new plan, and quickly.

Our timeline has just been pushed.

I still don't understand why this has to happen at sea.

You do realize how mad that is.

Humanity is wasting away, Fletch.

We both know this is the Americans' last shot.

That plane will be the most heavily guarded piece of equipment in the world.

A full assault will be too risky.

And it's crucial the Yanks don't see the UK's hand in this.

For the... Aftermath.

I wonder, Fletch.

Has your time aboard the great ship Nate Jimmy turned you soft?

And I wonder, Harry, if months of eating dog has turned you feral.

The new battle lines have been drawn, my friend,

and the PM has made it crystal clear.

Get the seeds by any means necessary.

Now, you can procure them for me and get me off the ship before she makes port.

Or do some of your friends have to die?

I managed a good look at Miss Sasha Cooper.

She's certainly your type, and with a brain to boot.

Or maybe it turns out the captain of the refugee boat

was a pirate after all, with ill intentions.

He attacked me when I discovered his true identity.

So, I had to put him down like a dog.

No one would doubt me.

They asked me if you could be trusted.

I vouched for you, told them, "I've known Fletcher longer than anyone.

"Grew up with him, fought with him. He's the man for the job."

I know you to be a patriot, James.

If the shoe was on the other foot,

do you think any of these sailors would think twice

before following orders from their President?

Look, I'll take care of the seeds myself.

You just get me the gear.

You're under orders to call the Home Office, I presume?

To report on the seeds?

- Yes. - Call this number instead.

She's expecting your call.

- Got it, Harry. - Do you?

Yes.

- Just one last thing. - Jesus. What?

Who does one have to kill around here to score a decent cup of tea?

Captain Chandler on the bridge.

- Captain. - Captain.

Still no sign of the Greek ships on sonar or radar.

We are on PIM to reach Tregua Island at 2100.

My knees feel bad weather coming.

How's the barometer?

Sir, the system to the west is growing rapidly,

but if we maintain our current course and speed,

we should beat it to Tregua by three-plus hours.

Thoughts?

More of a conservative hunch. We've got the window.

Maybe we ride the edge of that system,

use it to mask our signature

from any unfriendlies that might be in the vicinity.

OOD, new course, 162.

Captain Chandler wants to get his cover wet.

Aye, sir. Helm, left standard rudder steady on course 162.

Helm, aye. My rudder is left 15 degrees, coming to course 162.

- I see you found your Cubans. - Yes.

And all is right with the world.

It's good to have you back. Both of you.

Beat me to it, Master Chief.

So, our current speed, we're due in Tregua at 2100 hours.

Should be refreshing to see that little island this time of year.

As all of you know, I've only been there in spring,

and in less than celebratory circumstances.

Asteris. Asteris Island is the drop-off point.

We'll have support standing by to receive the package.

Okay. Right. Brilliant.

So, is there anything else I can do for you on my end?

You're doing the right thing, Mr. Fletcher.

Soon, your people will be well-fed, thanks to you.

And to us.

Very good. Right, cheers.

I'll be seeing you all very shortly, then. Over and out.

- Thank you, Chief. - Any time, sir.

Call my brother. Let him know where to go.

And gather what your Admiral promised my father.

Once this is done, I want you to sink Nathan James.

Yes, ma'am.

Whoa. There's a sight I thought I'd never see,

Miller readin' a book without a crayon in his hand.

What you got there?

Odyssey, man. This shit's crazy.

Didn't get enough of that in the ninth grade?

I never actually read it in ninth grade. It's freakin' me out right now.

How so?

I don't know, man. This story... It sounds kind of like us.

A bunch of sailors wandering the Med, monsters around every bend.

People always tryin' to kill 'em. It's like the gods are against 'em.

Come on, man. How is that anything like us?

Look, we found the seeds and Captain Chandler.

Pretty soon, we'll be eatin' like kings again.

And you still seem to be in one piece.

That's just it.

Odysseus' problems started after he won the war.

All this mess

happened as he was just tryin' to get home.

Why you gotta ruin everything, man? I used to like that book.

- Fever? - Nope.

- Sweats? - Nada.

Heart racing?

Cool as a cucumber.

But if you keep shinin' that light in my eye, Heggen, things might change.

I think he's back to normal, sir.

Okay. Uh, in your own words, sir, describe how you're feeling.

Pretty good, actually.

Hard to describe. I have this, uh, sense of inner peace.

Nothin' bothers me. I love everyone. It's terrible.

It's fascinating.

I've been studying the Red Rust's effects on various commelinids.

Most of them, wheat, rice, corn,

they failed to thrive once the virus reached the cellular level.

But for this one weed, the virus turned it into a powerful hallucinogen...

Nostos.

Had you been a smaller man, I doubt we'd ever have seen you again.

Yeah, well...

There were moments that I didn't wanna come back.

- All I can say is, Doc, uh... - You had to be there.

- Sir. - Gentlemen, as you were.

Here he is.

England's man of the hour.

I'm sorry to be a bother. I just need to grab a few of my things.

Yeah, sure. Help yourself, mate.

Half of this stuff came from the UK in the first place.

Much appreciated.

Hey.

What are you going to do?

Once you reach home.

Can't say for sure.

You are a farmer?

Uh, my family are.

Or they were.

I remember. Mine, too.

Well, if all goes well, they'll be back at it, won't they?

Yeah. Let's hope so.

Well... Cheers.

Ah. A good-lookin' bloke, wouldn't you say?

Too pretty for my taste.

I prefer a man who looks like he has taken a few punches to the face.

Thanks...

I think.

- Chief. - Commander.

Funny. You're back on the ship. Now, I'm the one leaving.

Destiny has other plans for us.

At least I'll have plenty of time

to get better acquainted with Commander Fletcher.

I'll bet.

How much you tell him? About us?

Fletcher?

Only the important stuff. The rest, he can figure out by himself.

Tom Chandler, are you jealous?

Speak of the devil.

And he shall appear.

I'll leave you to it.

Everything all right?

Yeah. Perfect.

I just got off the phone with England.

I'm afraid we can't count on them for reinforcements just yet.

I'll be so happy to get those seeds on a plane and out of here.

You know what I mean.

Yeah. Yeah, of course, I do.

Promise me you'll be careful, James. You know how dangerous Vellek can be.

I promise I'll be as vigilant as ever, Sasha.

You have my word.

I wish I could be there when you take him down.

Surface contact bearing 165.

- Course and speed? - 140 at 12 knots.

Bridge, CIC. I have a surface contact shadowing our course and speed.

Bridge, copy. Alpha track bearing 165.

Radar contact!

Two additional unknowns in company, bearing 160 at 50 miles!

That makes three all day.

Contact confirmed.

EW parameters on Bravo match our log of the Hydra Class.

Bridge, CIC. Confirming contact Bravo

is the same Greek warship we encountered off Sardinia.

Vellek. He's found us and he's gathered a fleet.

He won't fire at us with the seeds on board.

No, but he'll trail us all the way to Tregua,

take out that plane before it ever lowers its landing gear.

Gator, find us a spot to hide.

Okay, there's a single island up ahead.

It's small, but if we could get around it,

we could get enough cover to lose him in the island chain

- further to the south. - Where?

Here. Asteris.

It's the only other island in range.

How long until we're there?

About one hour.

We gotta move.

OOD, come to course 170, all ahead flank. Make for Asteris.

Aye, sir. Helm, come right steady

course 170, all engines ahead flank.

Helm, aye, coming to course 170. All engines ahead flank.

All right, next please?

- Commander. - Gentlemen.

- Hello, Fletch. - What's your name?

1800.

I found their HF comms on an obscure channel.

I've isolated their signals to determine which ship is communicating and when,

but I haven't been able to decrypt what they're saying.

Bravo seems to be receiving and emitting more often than the other two.

Yes, ma'am. I'm thinking that's their flagship.

I concur.

So, now, we know who's callin' the shots.

Nice work, Chief. Keep workin' on the decryption

and let's see if we can figure out their plan.

Yes, sir.

They know we have no backup here in the Med.

They're either gonna attack us at the LZ,

or try to surround us before we get there, starve us out.

If we don't lose them in the islands, we're gonna have to wave off the plane.

We can't afford to have it shot down.

How many ships in the Greek Navy, you reckon?

No idea, why?

Well, it's obvious we're lookin' to hide in that island chain.

And they're pushin' us right toward it, like they want us to go there.

You think they got other ships waiting on the other side to ambush?

One way to find out.

Lucia! They have changed course.

Now, turning away from Asteris towards open water.

Where the hell does he think he's going?

Order the other ships to flank him on his port side.

Get him back in line.

Yes, ma'am.

There's nowhere else to hide!

They've adjusted course 20 degrees to port, now heading 1-2-0.

No doubt about it, they want us to round that island.

Gator, options?

Sir, we can't continue along this bearing for much longer.

There's a rocky outcropping of shallows. It'll tear us apart.

Rocks in front of us, enemies around us,

and a storm closing in from behind. We're trapped.

You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?

Trafalgar.

We'll turn and charge, break through their line.

Lose 'em in the storm.

Never mind the maneuvers, boys. We're going straight at 'em.

General quarters, general quarters.

All hands, man your battle stations.

Make ready for heavy seas.

Strap in, son. This is what you trained for.

We should lock up everything forward of the engine rooms.

- Will do. - Call GQ, let's go!

Circle William is set. I'm tryin' to get three generator to align.

I got it.

Thanks, Chief. Generators one, two, and three all parallel to the bus.

Bridge, Central.

I've got three generators available. Condition Zebra set.

Time 1721.

Here we go.

Lucia! They're going to charge our line!

They're gonna what?

They're going to try to lose us in the storm!

CIC, Bridge. TAO, fire defensive measures only.

TAO, aye. Switching weapons to CIWS, defensive posture Alpha.

Steady, Helm. Steady.

Stavros!

What do you want me to do? They have the seeds!

Step aside!

Fire control radar detected!

Closing to within minimum weapons engagement zone!

Bridge, CIC. Range 1,000 meters and closing.

She won't fire.

He's insane! Send the other two ships to follow him!

- Into the storm? - Yes, damn it! Into the storm!

All decks watertight and dry.

OOD, come to 12 knots. Make bare steerageway.

Aye, sir. Helm, come to 12 knots. Make bare steerageway.

Helm, aye!

Subsurface, be on the lookout for debris!

Sonar is completely washed out, sir.

Alpha and Charlie are still on our tail.

We're coming up on another one!

Brace! Brace! Brace!

Hang on, Diaz.

- Master Chief! - I'm all right.

Captain, we're approaching the navigable semicircle of the storm, now!

If we don't lose them before the wind shifts, we never will.

Captain, she's pullin' hard to port! I can't hold her steady!

Fuel's already been redistributed.

It's our live ballast!

MAC, Bridge, get the live ballast against the starboard bulkhead!

MAC, Bridge! Shit.

Internal comms are down!

I'll go!

Hooks and hatches are holding, sir!

All right, let's get ready to move! We're gonna go one by one!

All right, together now!

We need everyone to stay together, so, we can balance the weight!

- You ready? - Yeah! Move!

Get them moving!

One-by-one! Keep moving!

- Ready, Miller? - Yeah.

You hold on to that baby, okay?

You hold on to that baby.

I got her! I got her! I got her!

Grab the kid!

Hold onto me, son.

Hey, hey.

Corpsman!

Keep movin'. Just stay calm!

It's okay. Take it easy, sir.

Let's move him to medical.

It's all right. I got him.

Make way, Commander! Coming through.

Can I help?

No. Just gotta get him to Medical.

Bring him on in.

Okay, just set him down. We have to transfer from the floor.

Easy, easy.

I got it from here.

Sir, can you hear me?

- Do you speak English? - A little.

Good. I'm just gonna take your vitals.

We got a big one comin' portside.

OOD, I have the conn.

Aye, Captain has the conn.

Helm, hard left rudder!

Hard left rudder, aye!

CIC, Bridge. I'm showing a single contact on radar.

Copy and confirmed, Captain Chandler. We lost Alpha in the storm.

We got one more.

Captain Meylan!

Green! Get Doc Rios up here, now!

Aye, sir!

Medical to CIC.

Captain, the storm is pushing us back towards Asteris Island!

- How far? - Eight nautical miles.

If they've set an ambush, we're headed right for it.

Well, good luck to 'em. Storm's comin' for all of us now.

That Hydra Class is top-heavy.

I have a visual on the island.

We gotta ride the troughs, get between the waves.

Hard right rudder, all ahead two-thirds!

Hard right rudder, aye! All ahead two-thirds!

We're gonna put our beam to the seas until we lose that last contact.

Bridge, Comms, I'm no longer hearing the second ship.

Comms, Bridge. Keep lookin'. It's out there.

Damn it. Maybe I'm on the wrong channel.

Careful, now. Just stay down.

How's your head?

It's not my head. It's just my shoulder.

It's dislocated. I'm not gonna lie. It's gonna hurt.

On three, okay?

One, two,

three!

We lost 'em!

- OOD, you have the conn. - Aye, sir.

Come to course 215.

Keep us zigzagging until we hit the navigable side of the storm.

Helm, right standard rudder, steady course 215.

My rudder's right 15 degrees comin' to course 215.

Your heart's just fine, sir.

It's humming away at a cool 72 beats per minute.

And your vitals are holding steady.

As far as I can tell, this wasn't a cardiac episode at all.

What you experienced was most likely a mild panic attack,

which is understandable, given the condition you were found in.

And, well, not to mention how unnerving a storm at sea can be.

I'm going to recommend that you stay off your feet

as much as possible for the next...

It's over. It's over.

What have you got, Chief?

I was monitoring signals from the Greek ships.

I ran an ID check against all prior calls routed from our satellite.

And?

- It's Commander Fletcher. - What about him?

He did not place a call to the London Home Office this afternoon.

He contacted another ship.

Who'd he call, Chief?

The channel he used matches that of the Bravo contact

we identified as the Greek Navy's flag.

He gave the Greeks our position.

That's how they found us in the first place.

They knew where we were going.

I have to find him.

Alert the Master-at-Arms and duty gunner's mate.

Yes, sir.

The seeds.

Mr. Fletcher! I'm gonna have to ask you to stop right there!

I don't suppose I could convince you to put down the gun, could I?

Drop the bag and put your hands on the ladder, where I can see them.

Don't make me ask you again, sir.

I didn't wanna do this.

Blow-in doors are open for One-Alpha GTM.

- We're taking in too much water. - Reset the doors.

It's not working. The filters are clogged.

We can't lose that engine. I'm going up to reset manually.

Copy.

Cooper! Here!

Oh, Johnny.

He's gone.

Oh, God, Fletcher. What have you done?

The trawler captain. Son of a bitch.

Security alert! Security alert! Seal all exits to the ship!

Man reaction forces!

Oh, there he is! Stop right there!

Give it up, man! There's nowhere to hide!

Shit!

Make way!

Shit!

Hey, sir, you can't be out here! It's too dangerous!

O'Connor!

Captain...

Damn it! O'Connor!

Stay with me, son! Stay with me!

Harry!

Right on time, as always.

Here it is, the future of the world.

I'm afraid it's all up to you now, Fletch.

Fletcher!

Don't!

Mother, this is Sunshine.

Continuing creeping line search pattern.

Updated red light Zero-Niner-Zero-Zero.

Control, copy. Zero-Niner-Zero-Zero red light.

- Anything? - No, nothing.

Mother's search area is empty. No joy.

Ten mikes out, inbound for hot pump. Request green deck.

Copy all, Sunshine. Expect to shut down after landing.

Roger that, Mother.

Anything?

Helo's still in the air,

scanning the water with infrareds, but so far, nothing, sir.

There is absolutely nothing in these belongings

to suggest that refugee was an actual trawler captain.

Or even Middle Eastern, for that matter.

No question he and Fletcher were working together from the beginning.

Much as I hate him right now, I hope to God he survived the swim.

For the seeds' sake.

He survived.

Greeks must've had a ship waiting behind Asteris.

That's why they were pushing us towards the island.

England's Prime Minister claims Fletcher went rogue.

He was acting alone. POTUS isn't buying it.

Neither should we.

But why throw away an alliance with the US?

It's not like they're any closer

to finding a cure for the Red Rust than we are.

They cut a side deal with Vellek.

Planted that trawler captain on the refugee boat,

knowing we'd be compelled to pick 'em up.

- He got word to Fletcher, then... - They killed five of our men.

O'Connor saved our asses more than once. Heggen, too.

And now, they're dead.

If Fletcher's still out there, then so are the seeds.

So, we all know what our mission is.

I want damage and readiness reports in one hour. That is all.

There's no way.

There's no way he could've played me this long.

- Sasha... - Tom...

He was on our side until we went to rescue that boat.

I know it.

Giorgio, tell me you have good news.

No, sis, I have great news.

The package is secure.

Tell Dad.

There's no way in hell any man should've survived that swim.

That MI6 shit is no joke, huh?

Tough as nails, man.

Respect.

Well, welcome aboard, friend.

I don't know about you, but I could use a drink.

God knows I've earned it.

English SDH