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Lieutenant Granderson, an ETA on Sunshine.
Aye, sir.
Sunshine, Navy Spear, request updated ETA to Wendy.
Navy Spear, 2-0 mikes.
It's gonna be a tight fit.
Heading to open deck outside the city.
Copy. Sunshine's 20 minutes outside of Oran, Algeria, sir.
No sign of hostiles.
Only two main roads west into town.
Southern one gives you more places to hide.
Copy that!
Sir, operational checks complete.
All weapon systems are back online.
Master Chief, status of battle damage?
Sir, engineering reports damage at Gibraltar
was more severe than initial DC estimates suggested.
Hull Tech's on the scene still welding patch in place.
Burning fuel we don't have carrying that drag.
Yes, sir. Should be humming along at 100% within the hour.
Oran hasn't seen a Westerner in over a year.
White girl slinging an M4 is hard to miss.
I do not think it will be very hard to blend in.
Welcome to the apocalypse.
Mahmoud Zeddam.
Zeddam.
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Vulture, rally on me.
Got a lock on Mahmoud's neighborhood.
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Mm.
Hey.
You're up early.
Can't sleep.
No, not today.
Oh, yeah?
Too much to do.
Too much responsibility.
I am the bread of life.
He that cometh to me shall never hunger.
Those are pretty big shoes to fill.
Big shoes, big plans, big day for both of us.
We're gonna make a little history,
and I want you next to me when we do.
Well, I'm not sure
I'm the "make history" kinda guy, Giorgio.
You're a killer.
That's all I need for what I got planned.
What do you got planned?
Giorgio.
So much for your plans.
There are some things you must make time for.
See you later, killer.
Who is the master, Giorgio?
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Omar's already here.
And there's his ride.
Green, Wolf, take over top position.
- Azima, Burk, contain rear target. - Copy.
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Bravo on station. I hold Omar visually, over.
Don't shoot until we're in position to breach.
I'll freeze down any other targets.
Charlie, status. Over.
Charlie's set. North side clear, over.
Charlie, prepare to make entry on Bravo's shot. Over.
Good copy.
Bravo has a clear shot. Over.
Bravo, you have green light. Over.
Shot compromised.
Bravo does not have a shot.
Green, do you have a shot? Over.
Ah! What the hell?
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Things are going south.
Take the shot.
Omar's walking and he's got the seeds.
Three targets on the move.
No vantage. Alpha, Charlie, I'm losin' him.
Charlie on the move. Heading northeast to intercept.
Charlie, be advised. Two more males joining him.
Shit.
Prepare to engage them all.
The seeds do not leave here.
I have visual contact on the package.
- I have him. - Omar!
Hold fire. Charlie, stand down.
Omar! Omar!
Omar!
- Omar! - We're losing him.
Cooper!
Bravo, Charlie, hold position. Provide cover.
I can't see anything from back here.
Fletch, get her the hell out of there.
What exactly would you like me to do?
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Hold position.
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- Mmm. - Mmm.
Where are you going?
Giorgio said he had some big plans for me today.
Any idea what they might be?
The labors of Hercules.
Sir, the signal faded. Track 1-2-7-7-1.
On this bearing, there aren't too many options.
Omar could be heading to Corsica.
No. There's nothing there, and they still need to refuel.
How's your line?
Still holding on Sasha's beacon.
We've got eyes on Omar's helo.
The seeds would've been lost for good if not for you.
Track 1-2-7-7-1 descending.
- Bearing and range. - 3-5-7 at 200 miles.
Correlates to... the island of Sardinia.
Mr. Fletcher, does Omar have friends in the neighborhood?
His strongest ties are North African.
But with these city-states popping up all over the Med,
it's hard to say.
If the buyer's Italian, he's not on our radar.
Sardinia's an open island.
If Omar's looking to close the deal,
it could just be neutral ground.
Well...
not gonna be neutral for long.
Lieutenant, tell Sunshine to prep the Huey.
Aye, sir.
I don't know.
I don't know! I've never met the man!
Why? Because we made a deal.
Because he has 10 million reasons to honor that...
Look, we're on schedule.
I will know more in a couple of hours.
Would you please just trust me?
I know what I'm doing.
Yes.
Fine.
Well, that went better than expected.
Next time, you're talking to him.
You don't need to take it so personally, Giorgio.
- We're just... - Questioning my every move.
Anxious to move forward.
You people, you're just no fun at all.
Welcome to the main event.
Stavros is shitting himself for missing this.
He's working, Giorgio. We have a job, remember?
Doesn't mean we can't have fun.
We've come a long way.
I didn't realize Giorgio's power stretched this far.
You'd be surprised.
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There he is.
Omar, you look like you've been through hell.
And you've brought it back with you.
The journey was long.
Yes. Of course.
Let's get down to business.
You. Stay.
I want you to see this.
Well?
Show me yours and I'll show you mine.
No? Nothing?
Well, I guess I'll go first.
$10 million.
You can count it, but it stays
until I receive delivery of the seeds.
It's money, Omar. You use it to get things.
It is not enough.
We had a deal.
You did not tell me there was another interested party.
Who?
The Egyptians? The Turks?
I told you, no one else has the technology...
- The American Navy. - The hell are you talking about?
Along with the British Secret Service.
They are chasing me across Africa.
Hold on.
I see what this is.
This is a shakedown.
I'm being shook down.
Can you believe this crap? I'm being squeezed here.
If you prefer, I can take the seeds elsewhere.
- I am sure that there will be... - Cut the shit, Omar.
If you want more money,
be a man and ask for more money.
The number is $200 million.
Or I will auction the seeds in Tripoli
and let the world decide their worth.
You are out of your mind.
No one will pay you that. No one has any use for them.
I'll take my chances.
Screw your chances.
How about this? I take my money
and then I put two in the back of your underevolved skull.
Then I use my armada to wipe your tribe
off the face of this planet.
My people have survived for centuries in the desert,
facing much worse than you.
You want a war,
you will get a war.
But you will not get the seeds.
- Do I look like I give a... - Giorgio.
Giorgio, a minute, please?
Abu Dalik, excuse my brother.
We understand that you have risked a lot
to bring us the seeds.
That deserves a reward.
But there must be a reasonable number
- on which we could agree... - Quiet, whore.
This does not concern you.
You say the Americans are after you.
And the British.
Wait until the Turks and the Egyptians hear
what you're hoarding.
They won't negotiate.
And if you do manage to get a much higher price,
then what?
Only we can turn those seeds into life.
So your choice is simple.
Die in a war, or hide in the sand
and wait for the hunger to take you.
We'll give you an extra 10 million drachmas
for your trouble.
And when the plants are ready,
you'll receive the first shipment.
That's worth more than money.
You know, it's not really my place to say,
but maybe you should verify he has what he says he has
before you make that decision.
Giorgio, we don't have the time.
Fine.
But my team will need to check the viability of each seed
before I hand out any cash. Do you understand?
We can set up a secure room down the hall.
Let's make it quick.
I will have my men retrieve the cylinder.
Thank God. For a second there,
I thought the whole day was gonna be ruined.
Tell me, Omar,
do you enjoy watching two men beat each other to death
with their bare fists?
Mm. I do.
You see that?
We are not so different after all.
My friend Andolini, he throws the best fights
in all of the Mediterranean.
Come. You will be my guest.
Why did you get involved?
I was just trying to diffuse a tense situation.
Considering nothing's growing,
that's a lot of money for some seeds.
Says who?
Vulture and Cobra are feet dry in Sardinia. Over.
Copy.
Hey.
- How's it lookin'? - We found Omar's helo, sir,
but no sign of the big man or the seeds.
Clocked a few of his soldiers headed to a venue, mile inland.
All stations, sitrep.
Bravo on station, standing by. Over.
All set up here. Waiting for your call.
Let's move.
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Aah!
Uhh!
- Got eyes on Omar's man. - You sure?
Been spitting up blood all morning. Yeah, I'm sure.
Burk, take Cobra team around back.
- Vulture, you're with me. - Copy.
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Yeah!
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I'm good.
Oh, you speak English, huh?
Give me your hands. I'm gonna wrap 'em.
You seem pretty calm for a guy facing death.
I've faced worse.
Oh, a warrior, huh?
Yeah. Well, I've had my fill of warriors.
You picked a funny profession.
What, this? Oh, this is just a side gig, man.
Here, they call me Il Dottore.
- You're a doctor? - Philosophy.
Everybody needs a philosopher, right?
Especially now, this End of Days shit.
And you just hand out wisdom?
Indeed, I do.
And here's your dose for today, man.
Every single civilization since man walked out of a cave...
Greece, Rome, Vikings, Asia, Aztecs, Africa...
It's been ravaged and then decimated and devoured
by the same set of fangs,
and it ain't famine or plague
or even war, in all of its lame excuse.
It's the urge, man.
The urge.
Always dormant in our primordial brains,
waiting like an arched leopard to pounce and butcher
whatever the hell it smells for its own gratification.
Did you know the leopard and the house cat
are the only two animals besides man who kill for sport?
For sport, man.
Just for the buzz of bloodletting.
Violence is an urge, brother.
It's our urge.
And if it were up to me, I'd cry havoc,
slip the dogs of war back on the leash.
Get 'em back protecting the sheep.
Know what I'm saying?
Then who's the shepherd?
So you're a philosopher, too.
Little herbal concoction.
Get a little of this in the other guy's eyes...
Poof, fight's over.
If you gotta go to war, make it quick.
Bocca al lupo. You know what that means?
Into the wolf's mouth.
Right on. Good luck.
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I count 11 hostiles, plus Omar up top.
What about the people with him?
Could be the buyers.
All right.
Nobody makes a move till we have eyes on the package.
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- What? - _
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Hercules! Hercules!
Of all the gin joints in all the towns...
Why am I not surprised?
Hercules! Hercules! Hercules!
Hercules! Hercules!
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Try to make contact?
He looks a little busy.
Yeah, well, it doesn't look like he's got any takers.
I got an idea.
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Giorgio...
I'll fight him!
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Hercules! Hercules! Hercules! Hercules!
Hercules?
New call sign?
You like it?
Come on now. Make it look good.
I probably deserved that.
Let me guess... You're here for seeds.
- How'd you know that? - They're in the basement.
- You're on the inside in this? - Buyer's in the VIP box.
Good thing I brought the whole gang.
That was for her.
- I can't watch this. - Then don't.
I'm gonna check our progress.
Make sure you take notes, would you?
Yes, yes.
All right, let's give the crowd a good fight.
Hercules! Hercules! Hercules!
Meet me downstairs. People need their champion.
You sure your ego can handle it?
- Sure your body can deliver it? - Remember you said that.
Uhh!
What the hell do you have on your hands?
Get to the edge.
Giorgio wants you.
Everything all right?
Hmm?
I won.
Yes. Good. Good.
We're clearing out.
- We just got here. - And now we're leaving.
Why the hell are you asking so many questions?
What the hell, Omar? We had a deal!
It's not me!
- Give me the seeds. - Just get us out of here.
Get everyone back to the boat. Where's Giorgio?
- He made it out. - What?
- We have to get out of here. - I'm not leaving without him.
Listen to me! I saw him leave.
He covered his own ass. Now we need...
Clear!
All clear!
- Seeds. - No.
Who are you?
- Tom Chandler. Nice to meet you. - Bastard.
How long were we shooting at you?
Long enough to make us even.
- Where are the others? - Pinned down inside the south entrance.
Omar's got 'em on both sides.
Take the seeds and Lucia back to the ship.
Lieutenant Green and I will back up the others.
We'll use the helo. Lieutenant, call in the exfil.
This is Green team. Leader has package in hand.
All teams, exfil to your rally points. Over.
Roger. Still taking fire. Over.
Here. Might need a little extra kick.
Let's move.
Okay, ma'am, you do exactly as I say,
everything's gonna be just fine.
Aah!
God!
Ah! Son of a bitch!
Vulture team's pinned down ahead. Let's go get 'em.
Clear.
Uhh!
Ooh!
Out.
Uhh!
Clear!
Ah!
You okay?
Just a ricochet. I'm fine.
What the hell is that?
Giorgio's reinforcements.
And Omar will bring more.
This will take you out. I'll hold them off.
Are you sure?
Giorgio trusts me.
- Go! - Everybody, on me.
Whoa! Hold your fire! Jeez, where the hell have you been?
Omar has the seeds.
This way.
Oh!
Aah! Aah!
I want a team at every port.
You call Stavros and tell him to track Omar's helicopter.
Nobody leaves this island with my goddamn seeds.
- You tried to rip me off? - You filthy piece...
- Where's my money? - Your money?
Giorgio, Giorgio, come in. Over.
What?!
The U.S. Navy is here.
I know.
No, Giorgio. He's one of them.
Who?
Hercules.
He has the seeds.
No.
Aah!
Vulture, Cobra report. What's your status? Over.
Vulture and Cobra are en route to rally point Alpha.
Charlie Oscar should be there.
Sunshine, confirm, over.
Mother, Sunshine, that's a negative.
No sign of Charlie Oscar or anyone else.
Gonna widen my search, see if I can spot him. Over.
At rally point Bravo, no eyes on him. Beach is clear.
- He should've been here by now. - Hey!
Slattery has the seeds, but something happened to him.
Lucia got away.
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