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Sir Isaac Newton's law
of inertia states that

an object in motion will stay
in motion unless acted upon

by an unbalanced force.

Meaning: your life can be
going one way, and at any moment

something can happen to
bounce you in a new direction.

Like if you lose your job
as an elite covert operative

in a government task force,

you can end up, well...

here.

"Knowing is not enough, we must apply.

Being willing is not
enough, we must do."

Da Vinci said that.

He was trying to tell us
that diagnosing the problem...

...it's only the first step.

The most important step

is taking action.

Knowing isn't enough.

So what, then, does it take

to actually do something?

To stop watching...

and take action?

First, you have to...

...wake up.

Welcome back.

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Class dismissed.

Remember, Michealson,
chapter four and five for...

next week.

Nice moves, Professor.

- Who the hell are you?
- Easy.

I just wanted to chat.

Why are you following me?

My name's Russ.

Russ Taylor.

Very pleased to meet you, Angus.

As in Spearhead Operations Russ Taylor?

Oh, my reputation precedes me.

Yeah. It does, and it's not a good look.

Black budget ops,
destabilizing governments,

protecting dictators...
all for profit, by the way.

I know enough to know I
want nothing to do with you.

Oh, that's my old résumé.
I'm in a new line of work now.

Oh, what is that?

Yours.

I mean, not the, uh,
not the coeds, the...

thesis papers.

The... saving-the-world thing, that one.

Not my line of work anymore. Long story.

Well, not really. Once upon a time,

the Phoenix Foundation was infiltrated

by an ex-FBI psycho,
resulting in it being defunded

and shut down, and now your entire team

is living in a red-tape limbo of regret

and ramen noodles.

Oh, careful.

You almost looked impressed there.

Never had a stalker before.

I have an eye for talent.

And you...

are the very best at what you do.

Go find the second best. I'm...

shaping young minds here.

And besides, if I was
gonna get back in the game,

it wouldn't be with a
profiteering con artist like you.

Goodbye.

What if I were to tell you that...

thousands of innocent
lives are at stake?

Oh, I like it!

Very nervous-breakdown chic.

Very now.

I don't get a whole lot of visitors.

Well, how can you tell?

They could be anywhere.

Okay, you've got until I finish this.

And fair warning:

they go down pretty quick these days.

- Hey!
- Oh, it's all

just part of the presentation.

So...

your thing...

is... improvisation.

Given a problem, you will throw a bit

of science at it, a bit of elbow grease,

and you always find a solution.

Me, I can always find the problem.

The missing ingredient.

The squeaky wheel. Whatever
you want to call it.

I recognize patterns in the world.

I have what's called...

Pareidolia.

Hyper-pattern recognition.
You see connections

where there aren't any. It's a disorder.

You say disorder, I say tomato.

Sure, some people can look at a...

piece of toast and
see the Virgin Mary...

But not you, right?

I see...

patterns...

on a global scale.

Shipping lanes... legal, not so legal.

Flight patterns. Political disputes.

Warlords shifting sides. Black
money market transactions.

But recently,

there's a new signal

in the noise.

You know what you sound like now, right?

Someone is planning something.

Someone big, with even bigger thumbs,

pushing down on the scales.

Well, that's great.

You should take this to
the intelligence community.

CIA, NSA.

Somebody still in this line of work.

Oh, you mean like the people
who shut down the Phoenix.

Hmm? What?

You never thought of that?

All that red tape
preventing your friends

from getting government positions?

What are you saying?

Whoever's behind this

has their tendrils in
every major organization,

both here and abroad, not
to mention my own company.

I don't know who I can trust.

I'm an outsider, like you.

Well, Russ,

I'm dry here, so...

There is going to be an attack.

A bioweapon...

featuring a next-gen
version of a botulinum toxin

was recently sold on the black market,

and as you know, just
one gram of the stuff...

Could kill thousands.

Whoever bought it intends to use it.

And none of the intelligence agencies

are looking into it.

It'll look like domestic terrorism,

but it won't be.

It's part of something bigger.

This is real.

I figure we have 72 hours at best.

MacGyver.

You don't have to trust me.

Trust the intel.

Will you help me stop this?

It's got to be my team.

I was counting on it.

They'll take some convincing.

Well, Angus,

you'd better get a move on.

All right, sir.

Your hard drive was corrupted.

But good news: I was
able to save your data.

Now, part of the problem

was the 900 gigabytes of...

media...

that was in the "tax folder,"

which we both know was
definitely not tax-related.

So I was able to put all of that

on this thumb drive.

Enjoy.

- Mac.
- Riles.

It's been a while.

Yeah, we did a pretty crappy
job of keeping in touch, huh?

I heard you were teaching now.

You good?

Mm...

'Cause I'm not.

I'm-I'm not good.

At all. Mm.

Well, you look good.

You know, not a lot of people

can pull off grape.

Yeah. Best I could do
after the Phoenix folded.

With all the red tape, I
can't near another G-job again.

So don't hate on the grape.

No hate.

I'm in no position to judge. Promise.

What are you doing here, man?

It's a job.

Hear me out.

It's not Phoenix.

It's gonna be dangerous.

I quit!

I'm in! Hundred percent. Yes!

You see, I was laid off.

Found myself without a job
for the first time in a while,

so...

I decided to go for it.

Max out my Visa, call every favor in...

and make a movie.

No.

Make a film.

Love + Gun + Die.

And now...

here I am.

How does it feel to follow your dreams

and stick the landing?

Well, Mandy...

I have to say...

...there are worse things.

Uh, would you excuse me for a moment?

- Sure.
- Ah, thanks.

- Uh, hold this for me?
- Oh.

- Don't sip it.
- Oh.

Mac! It's great to see you,
but now is not a good time, man.

- I'm trying to seal another deal...
- Yeah, I... This is urgent.

Like "science teacher" urgent?

Professor. And no,
like "old days" urgent.

Like "high school old days" urgent?

Bozer.

"Phoenix old days,"

like life-and-death kind of stuff.

Oh.

No.

No? What? No?

As in N-O. Okay? Why
am I gonna put myself

in their hands again when
they hung us out to dry?

There's no "they."

It's not the old Phoenix, it's just me.

You trust me, right?

Of course.

But I'm on a press tour.

For my movie.

Mine. You know how long
I've waited for that?

Help me, Bozie-Wan Kenobi.

You're my only hope.

Don't Episode IV me,
that's A New Hope, man.

That's sacred.

It's that serious.

Come on, man.

Hey, so what about Matty? We need Matty.

Russ Taylor already approached her,

and she said no, I guess.

After the Phoenix, she said she was done

with this line of work.

So, dare I ask?

Well, I'm gonna go after Desi next.

Come on. It's fine. We're professionals.

We... People work with
their exes all the time.

Uh, no, they don't,

especially not after
breakups as nuclear as yours.

It wasn't nuclear, it was just messy.

Man, this ought to be good.

Okay. Well, things may have
gotten a little complicated

between me and Desi, but I have no doubt

she'll be mature about it
and jump right on board.

♪ She got that good, good love,
she got that bad attitude ♪

♪ She got that je ne sais quoi ♪

♪ She got that boom, boom, boom... ♪

No. No way, dude.

The things we know about each other.

The things we did to each other?

It's a terrible idea, Mac.

We can pull it together for one mission.

You've faced far worse than
me in your years of service.

Have I?

Your adolescent obsession with '80s pop.

Your terrible taste in movies.

That gurgling, choking snore sound

you do at 3:00 in the morning.

Well, I was lucky to be snoring

with your roll-over punches to the face.

See? We can't do this.

Desi, lives are at stake.

Don't talk to me like that.

- Hey, you jerk.
- Leave the lady alone.

Excuse me, Mac, I have to go to work.

Could I get your phone number?

Sir,

I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

- ♪ Girls ♪
- ♪ We love to make you jam ♪

♪ We love to play and to have fun ♪

♪ We love to pop your bubble ♪

♪ Break it down, you better run. ♪

And I know things may not have
ended on the greatest terms

between us, but now is a chance

for us to do something good again.

Come on.

Bouncing thugs out of clubs

may scratch the itch
a little bit, but...

Tell me you don't miss the action.

Ladies and gentleman,

the clock is ticking, let's get started.

You sure about this guy?

No.

Question. If you're Mr.
Super Rich Guy Gun-For-Hire,

then why are we all
crammed into this house

like an episode of Hoarders?

Because as far as I know,

my facilities have been compromised.

I came to you because you are the best,

but also because you've
been out of the game,

so I know you're all clean.

Now, let's get down to business.

This is Lazlo Carver.

Black market arms dealer.

Recently graduated to Red Tier items.

- Red Tier?
- Weapons deadly on a mass scale.

Hades X1. Aptly named.

This is an experimental bioweapon,

featuring and next-gen
version of botulinum toxin.

Just a gram of this stuff could wipe out

the entire population of any major city

within a matter of days.

So let's go get this Carver
guy before he sells it

to some psychopath who wants to use it.

Unfortunately, no. Carver
already sold it a week ago.

I'm guessing we don't know the buyer.

No, but we need to figure it out fast,

because Hades has a
very short shelf life.

Whoever bought it is gonna want
to use it in the next 36 hours.

Tonight, Carver is holding

an auction for recent acquisitions

from his compound in Mexico City.

The place will be crawling
with criminal types.

Terrorists, dictators,
the worst of the worst.

All hoping to stock up.

Now, Carver has a digital ledger

where he keeps all his customers' info.

IDs, bank account transfers, the works.

And you want us to go undercover

as criminal glitterati,
sneak in, steal the ledger,

and find out who he sold the weapon to.

Yes. But the problem is,

we can't just steal it

without spooking Carver,

who will then alert his buyers.

We need to copy it.

I'll figure out a way to interface

a short-range transmitter to the ledger,

and then I'll upload the rest to Riley.

The ledger itself will be encrypted;

probably several layers' worth.

Now, Bozer, you're gonna be running

the entire operation from here.

We don't have Matty watching our backs,

so it's all up to you.

Ms. Davis will crack the ledger,

and we'll find out who the buyer is.

And stop them before
they use that thing.

All right, Bozer, we are in.

Copy that, Alpha Team.

Bravo Team, report status.

In position.

Short-range wireless up and running.

Copy that.

Mac is on the hunt for the ledger.

When he finds it, he'll upload the data

straight to you, nobody's the wiser.

Nobody being the wiser is key.

If Carver even gets a whiff of dirty,

he'll lock this place down,
and we'll all be dead in five.

Relax. This is not our first rodeo.

Why is it always a rodeo?

If this were an actual
rodeo, it would be my first.

You know, I've never
actually been to the rodeo...

Ooh, hors d'oeuvres.

Tell me again why we trust this guy.

Because the intel is sound.

Just trust in that, if you can.

It looks like I have a fan.

Well, in that dress there
will be no shortage of those.

You were always so good with flattery.

Until you weren't.

Awkward. Okay, guys,

look sharp, the show's about to start.

Ladies and gentlemen,

our items are being prepared for display

as we speak.

We'll be ready to begin in
just a few short minutes.

Ledger's on the move.

Yeah, I've got eyes. I'm following now.

All right, I've got eyes on the ledger,

but it's in the auction room.

Like, where everyone's about to go?

Yeah. You guys need to keep everybody

up in the reception area
for a couple more minutes.

Riley...

what about a lights out?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Carver's got everything hard-wired.

There's nothing to hack into.

I've got an idea.

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Don't touch me with your
filthy, unworthy hands!

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Mac, Operation Distraction in action.

Okay, the case is open. Riley...

prepare for upload.

Uh-oh. We, uh...

have a slight problem.

Looks like Carver is,

uh, a little old school.

Like pen and paper old school.

Uh, okay, just-just read it back to me.

- I'll record it.
- No.

These are codes and
symbols. I'm not really sure

what I'm looking at here.

And I don't have a
cell phone or a camera

to take a picture of it.

All right, just-just get
the ledger back to me.

I can decrypt it.

Hang on a second.

If that ledger goes missing,

Carver alerts all of his customers,

and the buyer goes underground.

So we need to make a copy.

Right.

Ink is essentially a chemical residue

left on paper in neat little
shapes that we can read.

You can transfer it
either by getting it wet,

or by using a lot of heat.

Whoa, hold on. Turns out
there is something I can hack.

Mac, you've got incoming.

You gotta buy me more time.

I just need a few more pages.

Copy that.

MAN ; Jose, Luis...

Eh, it's the fire alarm.

Let's go. Everyone.

Let go, out the front door.

Out.

Let's go. Out the front door.

Did we get it?

Oh, yeah, we got it.

I've got a house nearby
we can hole up in.

It's not much, but mi casa, su casa.

Carver used a classic
polyalphabetic code.

Pretty easy to crack if you're... me.

Let me get you some ice for that.

I'll be right back.

Looks like our bioweapon buyer
has a name: Martin Bishop.

Ton of hits.

Run it through the list of
the usual Agency databases

and see what you can dig up.

There's something else.

What? What's wrong?

Carver used a patent number
to identify the Hades X1.

But that number also corresponds

to a patent owned by...

Spearhead Operations.

- That's...
- Taylor's company.

He's been playing us.

Spearhead Operations! That
thing, that bioweapon is yours!

Yeah, well, there may have been
something I forgot to mention.

We are risking our lives
to clean up your mess?

This was a contract I
should never have taken.

A bioweapon meant to
neutralize populations

without destroying geographical assets.

Neutralize?

You mean murder.

Yes. Yes.

Not all of us are...

are born heroes.

I just wanted to do something important.

After MI6, that led me to...

private military contracts and...

and making some...

some difficult...

decisions.

I told myself that...

it was all for the greater good.

I got rich...

monetizing...

the one constant of civilization.

Human conflict.

The poor man wants to be rich,

the rich man wants to be king...

and the king isn't satisfied until...

he rules everything.

Let me guess: Sun Tzu.

Springsteen.

Look, I... I know

I've made mistakes, but this is...

this is not the life I want, I...

It's not the legacy I
want to leave behind.

Lie to us again, and this is over.

Hey, guys? Our
interagency cross-reference

just got a hit on the buyer.

We've got a potential Martin Bishop.

But this file is weird. It's-it's, like...

It's classified.

Who is this guy?

Yeah, what is Canopy?

I-I don't know.

I mean, this is a
level of classification

I've never even seen before.

Yeah, I've never heard
of Canopy, either.

But I'll bet you we
know someone who has.

I'm here to talk to you today

about Atilla the Hun.

During his reign, Atilla was
one of the most feared enemies

of the Eastern and Western empires.

Up there, you may see the face

of a ruthless conqueror.

But me?

I see a pioneer.

A pioneer who took a
band of misfit nomads

and used them to conquer Europe.

And so I ask you all this question:

How do you unleash your inner Hun?

What the hell's going on?

Riley! It worked. I got her.

Matty, thank God. Mac and
the team are in trouble.

They're... Oh.

That's a...

that's a lot of people there.

Taylor, what the hell are you doing

- running my team?
- Look, you've been

out of the game for over a year,

and in that time a lot has happened.

Notre Dame's caught fire,

Accrington Stanley got
promoted from Division Two,

and... oh, that's right...
I run your team now.

Oh, and you are crushing it.

Running an unsanctioned op so mismanaged

that you allowed an
apocalyptic bioweapon

to slip through your fingers.

You're great.

We really need your help.

Well, it's nice to know I'm your backup.

You said she was retired.

Well, technically, she
wouldn't take my call.

No one takes your calls.

Well, then, that's that.

No, no, no. Not "that's that."

You are relying on your
lackluster reputation

for me to blow you off
so that I wouldn't be here

to challenge your authority.

Well, now that you've finished
challenging my authority...

Matty, we're on a tight time clock,

and we really, really need your help.

Right. Okay.

Bozer gave me the name Martin Bishop.

We think he's about
to release a bioweapon

in a domestic attack.

- We need to be able to access his files.
- Well...

like the rest of you,
I lost my clearance.

But lucky for you, I was able to pull

whatever strings I have
left, which is how I managed

to get...

voilá...

the dossier

of Martin Bishop.

Canopy is

the top secret security
designation for DXS,

which at one time was...

Phoenix.

So Bishop was one of us?

He was before our time.

Before Oversight.

He was you, Mac. A brilliant, young mind

paired with a soldier using
science to save the world.

I was wondering why I had
never heard about him before.

But then I realized why.

He's a dead man.

KIA 2006, Budapest.

But guess what?

No body was ever
recovered. He's a faker.

So our terrorist is a ghost.

With a bioweapon.

How do we find him?

We don't look for him.

Then what do we look for?

What he's trying to make.

You said he was one of us, right?

So Bishop has

an engineering background.

Hades is a bioweapon, sure.

But it's just the toxin.
What it's missing is...

Delivery system.

Mac, how would you do it?

Um...

Some kind of rocket.

But it couldn't be smuggled in.

It would have to be
homemade. Off the grid.

Bishop's got a list

- of old aliases.
- He'd need a place

- to assemble it.
- And materials.

Liquid oxygen and kerosene.

- Lots of it.
- Oh, check this out.

A shipment of five
cubic meters of kerosene

was delivered to a property

off the Angeles Crest three weeks ago.

The name of the property owner,

Gregg Sallattem.

That's one of Bishop's aliases.

That means Los Angeles
could be the rocket's target.

Okay, I'll call the Air
Force and have them prepare

countermeasures against a rocket strike.

Bozer, you're with me.

- The rest of you, Angeles Crest.
- Get yourselves to Angeles Crest.

What she said.

This place is perfect for someone

who wants to get off the
grid and stay off the grid.

I'm hardly seeing any
heat signatures in here.

Well, there's just one,

in the northeast corner of the compound.

This place is a mess.

A window into his state of mind.

This coming from Marie Kondo.

Careful, Taylor.

Lot of things in this place
don't react well to bullets.

Don't move.

Well.

Certainly took you long enough.

You know, when I was there,

DXS had a reputation for
being fast and efficient.

But not this whole Phoenix Foundation...

Get up.

Matty, we got him.

No sign of the rocket, though.

Surrounding area is clear,

with the exception of
a structure 30 yards

behind the compound.

Copy that.

Riley and I will go.

Guys, good luck getting him to talk.

You know, Bishop...

I started my career in MI6.

Psyops.

I learned manipulation,

propaganda, lie detection,

interrogation.

All super useful methods

I'd later use to start my own company.

But do you know what I found to
be the best source of motivation

for all human beings?

Hmm?

Pain.

Hmm.

Hold on.

We could do this your way

or the dentist's office way.

Oh, the dentist's office.
That sounds like a horror show.

Nitrous oxide not only

reduces the pain, but
it lowers inhibitions.

And the reason that secrets

are so hard to keep is
that people desperately

want to tell them.

They just need a little push.

Well? Want to do the honors?

I meant ask him questions!

I know what you meant.

Where's the rocket?

They told me about you, MacGyver.

You know, you and I aren't so different.

I don't murder innocent people,

so I don't think we're anything alike.

Oh, it's not murder.

We're saving them.

"Them"? "We"? Who? Who do you work for?

I work for everyone.

I mean, look around,
man. The whole world

is burning.

It's flooding.

We're starving and we're dying
while the people in power,

they do nothing.

DXS promised to save
the world through science

and they failed, so I left.

And I'm not the only one.

There are others all over the world.

And we're willing to do what you cannot.

We're willing to do what's necessary.

Guys, there's nothing
here. The place is empty.

The rocket's been taken somewhere else.

It's almost time.

The pillars of society will fall.

We're gonna burn it all to the ground.

The thing is, being willing

is not enough.

You must do.

And my question is,

when the time comes,

what will you do, Angus MacGyver?

What's happening?

Poisoned himself. It was the watch.

He had it laced.

Are there underground
tunnels on the property?

Actually, you're over the aqueduct.

There's an access

at the east end of the compound.

What are we missing here?

That rumble was a launch.

How can you

launch a rocket underground?

It wasn't a rocket. It was a torpedo.

With Hades as its payload.

If that thing detonates
in the center of the city,

it'll shower the city with
toxin, and millions will die.

Okay, let me get this
straight. As we speak,

a GPS-equipped torpedo
is making its way through

- L.A.'s underground water system?
- Exactly.

The torpedo's in there somewhere,

but there's one problem.

There's thousands of miles of pipes.

The torpedo's GPS has
to navigate through all

- the connections.
- That gives us

only 40 minutes to find it.

Right, but if we're smart,
maybe we don't even have

to search for it at all.
Think about it this way.

In order to spread
toxins through the city,

that torpedo needs to hit a target

with above-ground water facilities.

That way, the steam from the explosion

can dissipate into the air.

Best way to do that is one of LADWP's

421 distribution stations.

That's far too many.

Maybe we can locate
the ones being targeted.

'Cause the good news is,

that torpedo has a
massive toxin payload.

And explain "good news."

Okay, water distribution
stations... they vary in size,

depending on geography
and local water needs,

which means the pipes also vary in size.

Okay. I see where you're going.

Hacking the DWP to get the diameter

of all pipes heading
toward those stations.

And from the launch site, I can
estimate the torpedo's diameter.

All right, Bozer, pipe
measurements coming your way.

Got it. Eliminating all stations

where the pipes are too small
for the torpedo to pass through.

Okay, that leaves 12 stations

with pipes wide enough
to fit that thing.

These stations are on
the outskirts of the city.

To kill a lot of people, you
need to aim for the center.

Right there. Station 253.

Smack dab in Downtown.

The pipes heading toward that station

have elevated water levels.

Because the torpedo is displacing water.

That's the target.

Okay, so that's all very impressive,

but how do you stop it?

Riley, find the closest concrete plant.

- Okay.
- Or diaper factory.

Either one works.

Did he just say "diaper factory"?

Mm-hmm.

Tracking that torpedo

through the pipe's water sensor.

11 minutes till it passes

right through here. You
might want to boogie!

Mac, now would be a really good time

to unpack this plan of yours.

How will this stop a torpedo?

The chemical we got

at the concrete plant
is sodium polyacrylate.

It's a polymer used
to strengthen concrete.

Same stuff used in baby diapers.

Super absorbent.

This valve

opens up into the contact basin, where

water passes through
before going into...

homes and businesses.

Did it stop?

Okay, now start pouring everything in.

Okay, now that should absorb the water,

creating a gel firm enough

to absorb the impact of
the torpedo, but soft enough

that it won't explode

on impact... theoretically.

It's not working.

The gel's not forming.

Well, then, we'll shovel faster.

No, no, that's not it. The
powder... it's clumping,

so the chemical reaction
can't take place,

and the shovels won't
reach. We need to mix it.

Mac, what are you doing?

Guys, it's working.

The gel's forming.

Five minutes to impact.

Mac, get out of there, or the thing

stopping that torpedo is gonna be you.

I'm trying.

This stuff is

drying around me.

It's like quicksand.

You got to hurry up, Mac.

I-I can't.

It's no use. I'm working

against thousands of pounds
of pressure down here.

You've got to find another
way to get him out of there.

Come on, Desi.

Come on, Mac!

The gel should work, but you should

get to a safe distance
just in case, okay?

- I'm not leaving you!
- Riley, you need to leave.

Now.

Guys, we're running out of time.

What are we doing about Mac?

Desi?

Taylor?

Where are they?

Russ?

Careful. You almost look impressed.

We need more lift!

More power?

I can't hold on!

Russ, lower the chopper.

30 seconds till impact!

Riley, hand me your backpack.

I need to make a harness.

All right, Desi, when I tug

on the rope, pull up fast.

What the hell is he doing?

Ten seconds till impact!

Nine, eight,

seven...

Now!

Hey, guys, we got him.

He's okay.

Oh.

Yes, I know, I know. I was

rather fabulous.

Russ.

Well done.

You saved the city.

Ooh, what is this, uh...

this warm, magical euphoria I'm feeling?

Is this what, uh...

is this what doing good
feels like, hmm? Hmm.

So, what now, guys?

Well, I... have papers to grade, so...

Back to the real world, I guess?

The real... Hang on. The real world?

The real world is what we need to save.

Have you forgotten the
whole global conspiracy?

The-the "burn it all down"?

Bishop said there were others.

And they will not stop.

What do you want us to do?

We don't have the Phoenix anymore.

Yes. About that.

Um, there may be one other thing

that I forgot to mention.

Well, it's pretty much as you left it.

Um, oh, some technical upgrades.

Had a cleaning crew come in here.

Oh, I'm working on putting
a foosball table over there.

You bought the Phoenix?

Yes. Few months ago. What?

You didn't think I recruited
you all for just one mission?

I had to, uh, you know,
kick the tires, as they say.

So, you were testing us?

Well, not just you. Me.

I had to prove that, you know,
we could all work together.

How would this even work?

The same as before.

Only this time, you'll
be privately funded,

and, uh, after I pull

a few strings: government sanctioned.

Then we'll be able to pursue missions

of my choosing.

Our... your choosing?

So...

what do you say?

Are you guys serious? Yes.

It's a "yes."

Hell, yeah.

What can I say?

I'm in. Saving the world is

a lot more fun than
pretending to save the world.

But I'm keeping my agent.

Your asses

would be toast without
me, so, I'll be here.

Mac?

This is home.

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