Mercenaries

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While conditions for women

have improved in the West,

Here in Ganzar, they're

among the worst in the world.

It's no exaggeration

to say that these women

Live their lives essentially as slaves.

Am I still on air?

Damn!

I'm sure reception will improve

Once we get out of

this pass, Ms. Prescott.

No. I mean, do we think the warlords

Are gonna put their guns down

Just because I'm here for

an election-year photo op?

We're wasting our time.

It only takes one pebble

to start an avalanche.

Thanks, Agent Fortune Cookie.

What the he is this?

Reynolds. Camelot One to Camelot Two.

What's the holdup?

I'll take care of it in a second.

We gotta move this cart.

Jones is down!

He's got a gun! Get down!

Webber, get Elise to safety!

Elise, you okay? Think I'm okay.

I'm activating the homing

beacon in your watch.

You can run due east.

Someone will be by to

get you within 30 minutes!

You're coming with me, aren't you?

I gotta cover you! Go!

I like your watch.

May I see it?

Get up.

You can imagine what can happen

To a pretty thing like

you in these mountains.

What are you gonna do to me?

Heh. That depends on the

President of the United States,

Or, as you call him,

Daddy.

Move.

Kendall.

When?

I'll be there in 10 minutes.

Put me up to speed.

Two hours ago, the

First Daughter's convoy

Was hit by militants in the

mountains near Ganzar province.

Approximately 30 minutes ago,

The White House received that via email.

Hello, Mr. President

and presumably members

Of the U.S. intelligence agencies.

You may call me Ulrika,

Though I assume you have

a thorough dossier already.

But I want you to say

hello to my new houseguest.

I will make you a simple offer.

My country is in disarray.

It's fractured.

We need a strong leader to unite it,

And that leader shall be me.

But I need your help.

I ask of the U.S.

To liberate my country

from its shackles,

Eliminate the rivals,

pretenders to the throne,

And install me as the

legitimate President.

You do this, and I will become

A very, very good friend to America.

You've got 48 hours from

the receipt of this email.

Do not play me for the fool.

If I see as much as one drone,

One G.I. footprint in the dirt,

Then I'll start mailing pieces of her

Back to you.

Ohh.

Even such grotesque things

Are of great value

To any number of America's enemies.

Holy f***.

Yeah, that about says it.

Tell me the President

Is nowhere near the Situation Room.

Oh, he wants blood,

But has recused himself.

Now, as far as the press is concerned,

He's going through a

routine medical procedure.

The good news is we've managed

To keep a lid on the kidnapping so far.

So what do we know about this woman?

She's one of five significant

warlords in the territory.

Now, we don't know her place of origin,

Date of birth or if

Ulrika's even her real name,

But we do know that she trusts no man

Except for her right

hand, Grigori Babishkova.

Their base of operations

is a former Soviet prison.

It's a virtual fortress.

The locals call it "the Citadel. "

Frontal assault is out.

This isn't bin Laden's

condo in Abbottabad.

She'd be dead while we're still

Trying to kick in the front door.

Well, that leaves us

With a long shot, infiltration.

Now, the problem with that

is, other than Grigori,

She's completely paranoid about all men.

I mean, her psych evaluation says

That it's almost pathological,

unresolved paternal...

Daddy issues. Got it.

So she'd be doubly on guard

If some strange men started

knocking at her door.

What does she feel about women?

Oh, her hate is unisex.

She thinks women are weak

And underestimates them.

Then that's who we go with.

Use her prejudice against her.

We don't have anyone, ma'am,

I mean, at least not qualified.

The military changed their

position on women in combat

Too soon for this one.

And our own people?

Anyone who could is too imbedded,

And, I mean, even if

we could get them out

Without blowing their cover

or getting them killed,

We couldn't do it in time.

We just need to think

outside the box in this case.

Or more accurately...

Inside the Box.

Is that two weeks up already?

Pizza day.

I been waiting for today, Clay.

Me, too.

You only got two weeks in the hole,

But my girl's still stuck in infirmary,

Breathing through a goddamn tube.

I told her what would happen

If she didn't stop shaking me down.

You don't think you gotta pay me tribute

Like everybody else around here?

No.

And what was with the lackey?

You should have told me to my face.

Aw, Clay, you know I prefer

Talking about people behind they back.

I just wanted my goddamn pizza.

Thanks.

Cassandra Clay? What?

Here, kitty, kitty.

F*** off, Pignatelli. I'm working.

Don't worry.

I'll pay you every penny you're worth.

Kat Morgan?

Yeah.

Little privacy, please.

I'll be keeping an eye out on you.

Hey, pig face!

F***!

You'll do.

Mei-Lin Fong?

CIA?

Give me a moment.

Eww! What the hell?!

Nice trick.

Thank you.

Mona.

Raven.

I knew it was just a matter of time

Before you came crawling back.

Cutie-pie.

Office perk?

Surprise.

F***ing b*tch!

Ladies, I hope you excuse

the rough treatment,

But time is money.

Mae-Lin Fong, explosive

ordnance disposal,

Qualified multiengine pilot.

I also play piano.

Then you turned self-styled

techno-anarchist,

Blew up what you described at the trial

As a "crooked Wall Street bank. "

Sentenced to 15 years.

What does a Chinese girl

Know about making bombs, anyway?

Oh, the Chinese invented gunpowder.

Or did they not teach you that

In the trailer park, sugar tits?

Kathryn Morgan,

Marine-Corps-qualified scout sniper.

10 years for shooting

up your boyfriend's truck

While he and his mistress were in it.

Shocker.

Not that great of a job.

You missed.

If I wanted them dead,

I would have only needed two rounds.

I was just teaching that

cheap bastard a lesson.

Cassandra Clay, part

of the pilot program

To prove that women can serve in combat.

Ranger school, then Delta.

You were even given command

of your own little unit.

A real old G.I. Jane...

Until you lost half

your team in Afghanistan,

Attacked your C.O.

25 years for nearly killing him.

You broke his arm,

Broke his legs, one in four places,

Broke three ribs, which

resulted in puncturing his lung.

You squashed his eye socket.

Look, I can't take

credit for all of that.

He was also hit by a truck.

When you threw him into it.

And then at your court-martial,

Not one peep of why.

I couldn't recall.

Saving the best for last?

Raven.

I'm not gonna tell your real name,

Agency courtesy and all.

That, and I'd crush your f***ing throat.

You've seen everybody's dirty laundry.

I think it's time they see yours.

You see, Raven was one of us.

We taught her how to seduce and kill,

And she did it well, very well,

Until she started moonlighting

as a hit woman for hire.

Private sector paid good.

We might have turned our backs on that,

But then you killed one of ours.

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