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but, uh...

it's like Chief and I said

right at the beginning of this platoon:

Once we step off on campaign, once this

bird's ready and we're downrange,

everything back home

needs to be in balance.

We're not gonna be worth a damn

to each other or ourselves

if we get over there

and something's out of whack.

I mean, if things

aren't right with the family,

things aren't right with the finances

or something's off,

it's gonna put us all outta balance,

so we need to have that tight

before we launch.

If somebody's got an issue,

bring it up.

Chief can take care of it, I can take care

of it. Everybody's got each other's back.

Let's make sure we lock that down

so when we're ready to roll,

all our focus is on the mission.

For all those

who have been downrange,

to us and those like us,

damn few.

- Cheers.

- Hear, hear.

I still like the name James.

I'll think about it,

if it's a boy.

Come here.

- I'm proud of you.

- Thanks, baby.

Hey, little one, you make sure

you keep Mama away from Aunt Carol.

I don't like that

chain-smoking at all.

I got it, Lieutenant.

- OK.

- It's gonna be OK.

- All right.

- It's gonna be fine.

Try to keep this as long

as you can for a while, yeah?

Anything else, Commander?

Yeah. I'd like to be able to look into

your eyes when our first child is born.

You know I'll do my best.

I love you, baby.

Love you.

War is a country of will.

There's no room for sympathy.

If you're not willing to give up

everything, you've already lost.

Tell me, what is it

about you Americans that makes...

you feel entitled to f***

with the way I make my living?

I know who you are, Miss Morales,

and I know who you work for.

So why don't you

save us both some time

and tell me exactly

what you think you know?

How did that feel,

Miss Morales?

Have a great day at the spa.

Si, jefe.

- Hey, fellas, what's up?

- Hey.

It's hotter than two rats screwing

in a wool sock out there, yeah?

Africa-hot...

Tarzan couldn't take this heat.

Anyway, here's the deal.

Time to get your frogman on.

Lights. Three days ago,

two CIA agents, a Walter Ross

and a Miss Lisa Morales,

were ambushed inside their

hotel room here in Costa Rica

by a unknown amount

of heavily armed a**holes.

Unfortunately, Mr. Ross was murdered,

and Miss Morales has been abducted.

We believe that this has been the work

of a guy named Mikhail Troykavitch,

aka Christo.

LT's going to give you

the skinny on him.

Thanks, Senior.

Mikhail Troykavitch, aka Christo.

This guy is believed to have been

working cocaine-for-weapons deals

between the Russian mafia, the FARC

guerrillas, and the Mexican drug cartels

ever since the late 1990s.

Now, before she was captured,

Morales was working a possible link...

between our boy Christo

and this guy Abu Shabal.

Glory to Allah,

Lord of the worlds,

who has created us as Muslims

and delivered us with the jihad

on his direct path.

Peace be upon those who follow his

direct path till the Day of Judgment.

Let me explain this to you Americans.

We are not separatists.

We Chechens are not

a legal part of anyone,

but you Americans are willingly

or unwillingly assisting

in the genocide of our people

by demanding that we obey certain rules,

and by your continued

occupation of all Muslim countries.

With the grace of Allah,

glorious and exalted is he,

America will never be safe

until safety becomes a reality for us.

Allahu Akbar.

Abu Shabal

is a Chechen terrorist...

who's associated with

the Beslan School Massacre.

He's been jumping between training camps

in Indonesia and the Philippines.

Now, the connection

between Christo and Abu Shabal...

is still a little bit fuzzy,

but if this was the lead

that Morales was working on,

it could be why

she was abducted. Senior?

All right, this is a personnel

recovery of Miss Morales.

All right, who's got questions?

Senior Chief, you got

any updated source intel

on numbers inside the camp,

and what about roving patrols?

Maybe eight to ten, bro, but we don't

know anything about roving patrols.

You're just gonna have to assume

that they're out there...

walking around, squared away.

They do this for a living, too.

Senior, what kinda weapons-on-target

are we looking at?

Heavy weapons.

These guys are narco-traffickers,

so they can have anything

from Soviet-bloc DShKs.

They could have M2HP,

.50-cals out there, we don't know.

So if there is a weapons' emplacement up

there, I suggest you guys bring rockets.

Of course,

rockets and foliage don't match,

so make sure you got a clear shot.

All right, what else?

Any idea

whether she's ambulatory or not?

There was a ton of blood on the scene,

and a lot of it was Mr. Ross',

we confirmed that.

Miss Morales may have bled there, too,

but these guys are savages,

so you're gonna have to assume

that she is non-ambulatory,

so you're gonna have

to bring stuff to carry her out.

Two minutes to drop.

Hey, LT.

You got to let us know who that guy is,

so when we get back, we can kick his ass.

What guy?

The guy that gave you

that f***ed-up haircut.

- F***.

- Damn, Sonny,

you should be the last guy to talk.

You look like the Dominican Mr. Clean.

That means my head

shines like your gold teeth, huh?

Don't be like that,

- that's harsh.

- Ramp!

Mask up.

Man, I tell you what.

The only thing better

than this right here is being a dad,

except for that whole

changing diaper thing, but...

Sandy does that for me anyway, so...

I'm actually looking forward to it.

Blackbeard, green light in ten.

Five.

Blackbeard Main, Blackbeard Main,

this is Blackbeard Actual.

Radio check. Over.

Blackbeard Main, Blackbeard Main,

this is Blackbeard Actual. Over.

Roger, Actual. This is Main.

- We have you Lima Charlie.

- Roger, Main.

All boots are on the ground.

I pass T-bird.

Any traffic for my station

at this time?

Actual, imagery

picked up an increase in traffic...

at secondary location,

known to be enemy QRF,

eight clicks from primary target.

The SWCC boats will insert

at 0600 for your extract.

- How copy?

- Roger, Main.

- You ready?

- Roger that, sir.

We got about 4.7 clicks

at three-five-five.

Take it out.

Whiplash, one minute out.

Thirty seconds.

Ten by ten.

Whiplash, go.

All boots on deck.

Line secure.

Whiplash, Bucket One and Two are out.

Whiplash, this is Blackbeard.

Radio check. Over.

Blackbeard, it's Whiplash.

Have you loud and clear.

Standing by on the set.

Roger, Whiplash.

What is your ETA to my pos?

ETA 20 mikes.

Be advised, Raven is in flight

and pushing to your location.

No!

No!

Hey, sir, we gotta go.

Roger. Take it out.

I feel like we're pretty thin.

I'd like to take you guys with us.

Chief, I got a SBT coming up on-step.

I got a Raven pushing my pos.

Weimy and I are

in good overwatch position,

and I got to keep reporting

back to Blackbeard Main.

- We're staying here.

- Roger that.

- Keep it tight.

- Got it.

Whiplash, this is Blackbeard.

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