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[pulsing music playing]

[reporter] ...storm is projected to make landfall

tonight as a category three hurricane.

Coastal areas are already seeing heavy rain

and winds of up to 75 miles an hour.

The governor has declared a state of emergency,

and is urging all residents...

[continues speaking indistinctly]

...stay indoors. Flooding and dangerous road conditions...

[wind howling]

Don't we usually kill people like him?

Yep.

Not so long as you're cashing my check.

You need to tighten those straps.

- Get up. - I-I can't breathe in this thing.

Easier than breathing with a bullet in your chest.

Need to protect the package.

So why don't you do what I'm paying you for

and keep people from shooting at me

until I'm out of this godforsaken...

shithole?

If you don't want to get shot at,

there's people you probably ought not steal from.

Mason.

Thanks, bud.

Duct tape?

[chuckles] Wonderful.

I hired an army of the homeless.

Duct tape works.

[bag zips]

Fuck 'em.

"Security and prosperity," my ass.

They're scum.

Same as all the others.

Didn't stop you cashing their checks.

Congrats.

You got me, I'm a hypocrite.

Unlike all you pure-hearted mercenaries shooting people for money.

I'm done now.

I deliver this case, I get fuck-off money,

and you guys don't need to kill me.

I'll be drinking myself to death on a beach in Bimini.

- You guys can murder each other-- - [loud bang]

Fuck!

[Layla] Don't worry.

You'll get what you paid for.

[wind whistling]

We're not the bad guys.

[Cross] Package location confirmed.

Nine floors from the roof.

Six man team plus their client.

[Cabrera over comms] Roger.

Bravo team in position.

"Their client." [scoffs]

Turncoat shit.

[Jeffrey] Can you imagine what happens

if the package ends up in the wrong hands?

[Cabrera] Wouldn't be anywhere left that wasn't a war zone.

Be a real shame.

Nice civilization we got going here.

What's the play here?

Guy with the case's a non-combatant.

We don't kill civilians.

Selling that case makes him a combatant.

We're not the bad guys.

[engines starting]

[tires screeching]

[unaffiliated operator 1] All clear.

Package on the move.

[Layla] Keep it slow.

[Cross] Standby.

Targets on the move.

Take both.

I repeat: take both vehicles.

- [Cabrera] Roger. - On it.

- [unaffiliated operator 1] We've got hostiles! - [unaffiliated operator 2] Fuck!

Shit!

Reverse!

[unaffiliated operator 1] Armored vehicle!

- [Layla] A.P., everybody. A.P.! - [unaffiliated operator 2] Copy.

Check six, check six!

[unaffiliated operator 1] We're boxed in!

Bravo team, stop them.

Light 'em up.

[Layla] Get us out of here!

[unaffiliated operator 2] Rocket. Get down!

Shit!

Engage, engage, engage!

Suppressive fire!

Shit! Keep your head down!

[global risk operator 1] Stay low! Stay low!

[Cabrera] We got pinned down.

Take them out with the 50.

[Cross] I have no viz.

Got to change position. Moving.

[Layla] Keep going.

Suppress, suppress.

Stand by.

I'm out! I'm out!

In position.

Package is still in the first car.

Stand by.

- [muffled gunshot] - Sniper!

[Layla] Get cover, get cover!

Get off the X!

[thrilling music playing]

[Cross] Get your teams in there.

[Jeffrey] Alpha moving in.

- [Cabrera] Bravo team moving. - [Jeffrey] Go to the first car.

[global risk operator 1] Copy.

Approaching vehicle.

[Cross] Package is in vehicle one.

[global risk operator 1] No movement inside.

[Layla] Wait for my mark.

Roger.

[Layla] Hold.

- [global risk operator 1] Shit! Shit! - [global risk operator 2] Grenade!

[gunfire]

Fucking now!

Deploy!

They're covering their movement!

[shouts]

[Cross] Lost visual.

I can't see shit.

Jeff. Shit.

Get up.

Bitch.

Son of a bitch.

[Cross] I need a sitrep.

What's your position?

Talk to me.

Sitrep now!

[Cabrera] Multiple casualties.

And the package?

[Cabrera] Fuck.

Package is missing.

No package. It was a fucking decoy.

Roger. On it.

[wind whistling]

- [static crackling] - [Layla] Decoy is down.

Decoy is down.

That shit actually worked?

'Course it did. My ideas always work.

Moving to support.

Copy that, we're ten klicks out.

Fucking Layla.

[suspenseful music playing]

Mount here for surveillance.

Roger.

Scan security footage file. Street side.

Vehicles leaving in the last five.

[dispatch] Copy. Incoming.

No visual.

Repeat no visual.

Storm's knocked out surveillance.

[Cross] 'Course it has.

Sky full of satellites and a little rain fucks us.

Which route west has the highest elevation?

Repeat that.

[Cross] Which road won't flood?

[dispatch] Stand by.

[static crackling]

Regalia.

Sniper. Regalia.

Waterfront, west of downtown.

Look for strong heat signature.

Roger.

Got 'em.

White four-door sedan heading west on Regalia.

Package heat signature confirmed.

It's them. Engage.

Let's cut left down the old reservoir.

- We'll be there before-- - [banging]

Sniper!

[grunting]

You said we could slip-- aah!

- You're supposed to keep me safe! - Get down.

Tagged them twice. Lost visual.

Last seen heading west on Aqua Via.

The vehicle is damaged.

Bravo team en route.

Copy that.

- Moving to you. - [engine revs]

[wind whistling]

[tense music playing]

♪ ♪

[engine revving, squealing]

- [Fitz] Come on, you piece of shit. - [alarm dinging]

[Mahler] Why don't you fix this with your fucking duct tape?

Ride's fucked. Need a trade.

[Layla over comm] Copy.

Stash house... [speaks indistinctly]

Shit. Oh fuck, it's them.

[dramatic music playing]

Shit.

Oh, they're coming. They fucking found us.

[Cabrera over comm] Bravo team in pursuit.

West on U.N. Way.

[Cross over comm] Copy. Coming to you.

Why aren't you driving faster?!

I'm going back.

- You good? - Go, go, go.

Excuse me, sir.

[shouts]

Fuck.

[tires screech]

Motherfucker.

[tires screeching]

[automatic gunfire]

Hold on.

[tires screeching]

[engine squealing]

[tires screech]

Fuck.

Come on, come on, come on!

Fucker. Lost visual.

[wind whistling]

[engine rattling, squealing]

[alarm dinging]

[Fitz] Client secure.

Say again, client secure. We're en route to stash.

[Layla over comm] Good job, Fitz. Watch your ass.

I'm on my way.

Get ready to move. We're changing to our backup vehicle.

Backup vehicle?

There's a worse car than this?

- Listen, you're gonna do exactly what I-- - [Mason] Shit!

[Mason in distance] Come on. Move, move!

- Move! - Move out!

[suspenseful music playing]

♪ ♪

Target vehicle crashed.

Cargo-loading area, west.

[Cabrera over comm] Roger.

[Mason] I'm on the bad guy.

- Get the client clear! - Copy.

- See you there. - [Mason] Come on. Move!

[grunts]

[grunts]

[shouts]

[gunfire]

Oh, fuck!

[panting]

[strained grunting]

- [gunfire] - [grunts]

- Wait. - What?

[Fitz] No!

[Mahler] Come on, let's go.

[Layla over comm] Fitz, check in.

What are you doing?

Need location. Sitrep, please.

[distant] Hey, do what I paid you for!

Stay here.

No, what are you doing?

Hey, you have to get me out of here!

[tense music playing]

[metallic creaking]

[metallic clattering]

[grunts]

[Layla over comm] What the fuck's going on there?

[muffled gunfire]

[muffled] Fitz, answer me. Where's the fucking client?

[muffled grunting]

[muffled gunfire continues]

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

Shit.

Oh!

- Oh, thank God. - Come on.

Oh, shit. Fuck.

[Mahler] Oh, please.

[atmospheric music playing]

♪ ♪

[muffled gunfire and grunting continue]

[metallic creaking]

The package. Hand it over.

[straining]

[screams]

Hey, uh, w-what are you doing?

[Mahler] No, no, no, no.

Fuck.

[gunshot]

[Layla over comm] We're done. Double-time to exfil.

[Cross groaning]

[screaming]

Look, we have to go back. We have to go--

[pulsing music playing]

[panting]

[Layla over comm] Fitz, radio check. Where are you?

[Fitz] I'm still in it.

We're done. Stand down.

This fuck killed Mason.

You're in tilt.

Stand down.

[Cross groaning]

We're not the bad guys.

[comm static]

[Fitz] Copy that.

- [pained groaning] - [vehicle approaching, brakes screech]

- [panting] - [car door closes]

[running footfalls approaching]

- [groaning] - [Cabrera] I got you.

Oh, God. And the package.

Thank fucking God.

Yeah. Notch one for the good guys.

[chuckles]

[atmospheric music playing]

♪ ♪

We have to go back for that case.

Without it, I'm worthless to the buyers.

The case isn't in the contract. You are.

I drop you at the border and we're done.

[thumps]

You don't understand!

If I don't have that case,

those "freedom fighters" will fucking slaughter me.

Got what you paid for.

[chain rattling]

I just wanted out.

I just wanted things to be simple.

I'm not a bad guy.

Yeah. Me, neither.

♪ ♪

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