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- Previously on SEAL Team...
- What is it?

Nothing, Ray, just put it
in my burn box, will you?

That's why the night terrors
are back haunting you.

Geez!

I have arranged for you
to meet Ross Curtis,

one of the DEA's
most reliable informants.

- He's a former Green Beret.
- I paid way more than I earned.

War always has the last word.

Fentanyl precursors
have been funneled

to this man, Ramon Nazario.

Bravo Team will be

deploying to La Ceiba, Honduras.

ISR has eyes on your pos.

What the fuck?

Our dirty work
might be discovered soon.

Move, move! Consolidate
back to the rally point.

War has the last word.

Everybody okay?

Aside from our hit
on Nazario's compound

going five kinds of fubar?

We were all set
to kick the hornet's nest,

then it kicked first.

Well, if Nazario
wasn't aware someone

was after him before,
well, he is now.

What the fuck was Ross Curtis
doing on target?

I've been scrambling
for answers.

- Mercenary chasing a paycheck?
- Have gun

and no moral compass,
will travel?

Maybe the DEA has Curtis

chasing the same
fentanyl pipeline as we are.

No, they would've notified me.

Whatever that asshole was doing
there, it cost us our op.

Well, that might've been
our only shot.

I've received confirmation

that Ross Curtis is not here

on behalf of any U.S. agency.

Little old
for his Mormon mission.

And he's been here before.

Dive into his ODA jacket
revealed

a 2004 Foreign Internal Defense

that trained Honduran soldiers,

including the unit
of one particular colonel.

- Hmm.
- What the actual fuck?

Curtis and Nazario
go back years.

Never trust a ginger.

Curtis has been
back and forth between here

and Southeast Asia
multiple times in recent months.

Well, that asshole,
he bragged to us in Thailand

how he knew all the players
in the Chinese drug trade.

It had to be him
that hooked Nazario up with Jun.

"You can't eat honor."

This fucking guy.

Yeah, this shitbird turned on
the fentanyl faucet

down here, and you got
to call off the fucking dogs?

Curtis complicates things.

But the brass has said nothing
about us canking our mission.

We are still here
to keep Honduras

from becoming a
Chinese-controlled narco-state.

Curtis is a wild card.

But we're not folding our hand.

Wild card.

He's a piece of shit.

Had his hand in killing
Americans just to get his bag.

Well, if China wants to hit us
with that full-spectrum warfare

that Davis keeps talking about,

parading a Green Beret
turned gangster

is a hell of a blow
to U.S. optics.

Yeah, even an American criminal
who hid it behind an S.F. patch.

He didn't hide shit.

No.

He told us exactly who he is.

A man so contaminated by war...

...he can't ever escape it.

About as wild
as a frogman bender

- can get, okay?
- Oh, yeah?

Yeah, he had, he had
a brass knuckle necklace,

the table full of cocaína,

and some spicy,
spicy senoritas.

Hey, who'd you say
pulled all this again?

Someone on Bravo?

Oh, it don't matter.

'Cause none of it happened.

Three days of waiting for an op,

he's so bored he's spinning
his own telenovelas.

- That's right.
- No, it is all true, amigos.

Okay? I'm just not one
to name names.

When'd you say this tall tale
happened, Sonny Quinn?

Listen, the moral of the story

is this, okay,
you got a bunch of frogmen

south of the border with
too much time on their hands,

that's a dangerous thing.

We need to be kicking
some fucking doors

- right now.
- Mm-hmm.

No, fuck doors.

I want to kick a traitor.

Where you going?

Emma's trying
to get in touch with me.

I got to call her back.

What happened to letting
Vah Beach stay in Vah Beach?

We've been sitting on
our asses here for three days

doing nothing.

Seems like Ross Curtis,
that fucking douchebag,

is the only one who's
doing anything down here.

Don't let him
set inside your head, brother.

- Hey, Jace?
- Yeah?

You taking the van?
I-I could use it

to check in back home.

- Yeah.
- Hey.

Hey?

Might help me
keep my nose clean.

Come on.

Is Brian
still pining after Leanne?

How could he possibly
resist that Quinn charm?

I love it.

Um, listen, listen, um...

I-I wanted to talk to you
about something.

- Oh, okay.
- Um... some news.

- Good or bad?
- Good.

I hope.

- Okay. What is it?
- Um...

Brian and I are, uh,

are moving to California.

I know

that it's a lot
to digest right now.

Look, y-you shouldn't make
any sudden decisions,

you know, while you're dealing

with-with Clay's death still,
Stella.

Moving away...

that might help me move forward.

But I-I gave a promise to Clay

that I would take care
of your family.

I know. I know.

Please don't do this.

I have Leanne who's, uh,

already a thousand miles away
with her new daddy,

and-and if you and Brian
go to California...

Sonny, you can always,

you can always come visit us.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, sure, uh...

I got to...

I got to go.

How's Leanne?

Oh, she's, uh...

She's good, you know, she's...

she's a woman of few words,
lots of drool.

Everything good with Emma?

Brad, he, uh...

took a brown shirt, uh,
rollback at BUD/S.

Well, damn. What took him out?

Fucking meniscus, man.

Yeah, but, uh, happened
during the longest mile.

Yeah, well, hopefully,
he tapped out

on the first mile
and not the 20th.

He powered through it,
got through hell week.

He's a smart kid.

I see why Emma's taken
a shine to him.

So what's he gonna do
on his downtime?

Well, hopefully, you know,
he's gonna reconsider

his career choice.

I don't know, you know,
they're...

they're thinking about
moving the wedding up now.

Well, Jace, that's...

that's good news, man.

Let's go to work.

Yeah.

You cook up a target package
for us while we were gone?

I called you in
to say we've been cleared hot

to continue
our original tasking.

What, are we just gonna keep
spinning our wheels here?

Our original tasking
didn't account

for a turncoat
sleeping with the enemy.

So we're just supposed
to ignore Curtis?

The higher-ups have made it
clear he is not our objective.

Yeah, but the objective
is now our fucking problem.

What happens when we go out
on our next target,

and we run into this asshole?

What, are we just gonna
fucking tuck our tails?

I'm pushing
for actionable intel, Jason.

And when we get it, it'll be
fully focused on our HVT.

The bottom line is
our only target

is Ramon Nazario.

Davis?

If we're all about Nazario,
let's get after him then.

Where is he?

Look, all we have so far
is chatter.

What's this chatter saying?

Something about his yacht.

And rumors aren't actionable.

Okay.

Where's the boat?

We only know where it was, okay?

It was docked
at Puerto Castilla yesterday.

This morning, it's gone.

This guy's running.
He's running.

We don't know that.

There's only one way
to find out.

These pictures were pulled off
the web, along with schematics

of the yacht's model,
from its manufacturer.

And we know where this yacht is?

No, probably on its way
to the Catalina Wine Mixer.

Davis's intel team's getting
that information now, okay?

Bad guys and their boats.
Real man of the people.

Yeah, the siren song
of Christopher Cross

is hard to resist.

Nazario probably isn't
anywhere near the yacht.

They're just moving it
so it doesn't get blasted

like his cash and his compound.

The kind of man
that buys this boat,

ah, he cares about it
more than his loved ones.

Well, he knows
he's being hunted.

Moving it would be
a good decoy to throw us off.

Davis, we got
any HUMINT or SIGINT

- actually putting him on board?
- Nothing.

All right, look, you want to
sit back on our asses and hope

this guy gets handed to us,

or you want to take
the fight to him?

- Check.
- Yeah, I buy that.

Party on the lido deck.

The boys should
almost be at the yacht.

Why the hell is Nazario
anchored out here?

Middle of nowhere
provides comfort.

Though he's still
got his guard up.

I got two Tangos with AKs.

Gonna be a problem?

As long as they stay close,
I can drop both of them.

Two quick shots.

How about three? Bottom deck.

I don't have an angle on him.

Shit.

Mako, this is 1, radio check.

Good check, 1.
We got a third sentry aboard.

Port side.

You have a shot?

Negative.

But I can take out
the two on the top deck.

We'll handle the third. 1 out.

Eyes on bachelor number three.

Go.

- Stand by.
- Copy, 1.

You call the ball.

Bust 'em.

Trent, Brock, clear this deck
and below. Sonny, Drew, on me.

Sonny, hold here.

There's no crew.

Pull an SSE, will you?

Look for charts, phones,
whatever you can find.

Berthing, engine compartments
and galley are all clear.

It's a dry hole down here.

It's a damned ghost ship.

Anything on the scanner?

- Negative.
- There's no way

a yacht like this isn't
generating any comm signal.

Something ain't right, Jason.

Fuck is that?

Fuck. Avalanche,
avalanche, avalanche.

We got to move
right fucking now.

Avalanche, avalanche,
avalanche.

We got to move.

- Where's Jace?
- He's-he's right behind us.

Let's go, off the boat! Move!

I only count four.

Come on, Jace.

Holy shit.

Jace made it out.

Makes for a full headcount.

Fuckin' barely.

Walked right into a trap.

You do that shit again, Jason,
I will kill you myself, man.

All balls and no brains,
Master Chief.

Boat's GPS is gonna
tell us something.

All balls and some brains.

That's the Bravo 1
we know and love.

Can't step outside

without getting blasted
off our asses these days.

There were no red flags that
that yacht was a setup.

Though the intel picture
was far from complete.

Well, him sacrificing his own
men makes it clear he knows

that it's not cartel thugs
gunning for him.

This has Curtis's fingerprints
all over it.

The motherfucker
knows how SEALs operate.

They used our playbook
to try to take us out.

You think they know
we're operating out of here?

Lured us out to the boat.

If they could've hit us
where we sleep, they would've.

We're safe here.

You guys should
get some rest if you can.

Look, I put us on that yacht.

We all signed off on that op
knowing the same info you did.

No, there's something
you don't know.

This fentanyl shit is personal.

After Mikey
had surgery, he, uh...

he took a pill and, uh...

it was laced with fentanyl.

Almost killed him...

Jason.

Is Mikey okay now?

I can't even imagine, Jace.

Shit.

You fuck with my family,
I would've scorched-earth, too.

What do you hear, man?
What's going on?

Funny thing, I could've sworn
you were the guy

that told me never to let
my personal shit call the shots.

Right.

Coming from a guy who drove
his truck off the pier.

You know, I know why you can
smell a trap before anyone else.

I don't need this.

It's Echo Team, right?

You keep carrying them
on your shoulders.

Putting yourself
in the crosshairs.

Well, I saved your ass, again.

You can just say thank you.

You know something, man?

I carried my own losses.

40 names, in my cell phone.

Feeling guilty for living a life
that they lost?

You don't owe them anything.

They died doing
what they loved to do.

And we honor them by remembering
who they were,

not how they died.

Your Echo Team,
they'd want you to move on

with your new team of brothers.

I'm glad your son's okay.

Thank you.

Man, I'm still trying
to wrap my head around

what happened with Mikey.

Oh, every parent's
worst nightmare, brother.

I can't believe it happened
when Jace was...

You know, his priority
was being a dad.

You want to make God laugh?
Make a plan.

You want to make God cruel,

be a team guy with a plan.

Now you get why Jace

is so eager to lose himself
in some action down here.

I remember this one time, I...

I tried to suplex this little
shit that bumped into Leanne,

in this bouncy house.

Yeah.

Well, if operating is

truly Jason's refuge,

then why the hell is he...

why is he so down on it?

What do you mean?

Brad rolled at BUD/S.

You know, I just got
the sense that...

...Jason hopes
he never makes it.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Look, all I know is...

time on shore duty seemed to
expose Jason to some questions

that never got
behind his shield before.

Happens to every warfighter
when they put their rifle down,

come back to Earth.

Even you?

All that runway
you paved for yourself,

with the Spenser House,
your family.

Should make
for a smooth landing, right?

Well, you saw me
nose-diving with Ben.

Can't say what kind
of turbulence lies ahead.

No wonder so few frogmen

choose to walk away
from this life.

Hmm.

But hey, lucky for you...

...your operating days
have no end in sight.

Yeah.

Signal intelligence
that just came in,

it could be all haystack
and no needle,

- but it's worth a scan.
- Copy.

Live cell phone activity
of known Nazario contacts.

That starts flaring up,
let me know.

I am gonna stay focused
on tracking

his past travel patterns.

I'm hoping where he's been
tells me where he is.

- Got it.
- And thank you for your help.

Oh, yeah, I know the clock is
ticking on any shot at Nazario.

Besides, I'd rather
be useful than...

eavesdrop on all the drama that
seems to be in the air here.

Close call on the yacht
stir things up?

I think so. SEALs with feels.

Sonny.

Uh, any intel with mostly
small words he could help with?

That was good.

Uh, hey, man, do you mind if,
uh, I speak to Davis?

Oh, uh, yeah, I'll keep working.

Yeah, thanks.

What's wrong?

Um...

Decker investigation.

With the axe coming down
like you said...

- Hey. Sonny.
- Come here.

I just need to know
you're gonna be okay.

Taking a hit like that
on your own

may knock you down
a couple ranks.

But you'll still
be able to serve.

Why are you on this again?

Davis, I would take
a bullet for you.

I would.

But if they find out that I...

that I threw the punch,
I'm gone.

I told you,
this paper trail ends at me.

Good things in my life tend
to slip through my fingertips.

So I'm gripping on
to this Trident

until they peel it
out of my cold, dead hand.

- If I lose it...
- Sonny, you won't.

Okay? I promise.

Can't be a relaxing sight after
we almost got Viking funeraled.

I owned up to my mistakes, Ray.

All right? I don't need you
coming out here

pointing fingers.

Heard about Brad's injury.

Think his shot at the Trident's
in jeopardy?

When is there any kind
of guarantee?

Lot of jobs in the Navy, Ray.

See, an attitude like that
makes me wonder

just how Curtis has redecorated
inside your skull.

Well, fuck Curtis.

Then what's this cloud
still hanging over you?

Even after you clear the air
about Mikey?

Jace, you kept me in the dark
about Mikey's O.D.

About Drew and Echo.

You still haven't told me
what you had me put

in that burn box two months ago.

Where's this all coming from?

You know what's really good
about the new 2IC?

He knows when
to back the fuck off, Ray.

String of prayer beads.

That's what was in my burn box.

Trophy from my first kill.

You held onto that for 20 years,

why dig it up now?

Thought that I, uh,
killed all my demons, you know?

Got real comfortable,

thought I'd buried
my battle scars,

and then...

The mall attack in Sweden.

Triggered nightmares
of my first kill.

Memory lane's a minefield
for all of us, Jace.

That's why it's best
to look forward instead of back.

What we are looking forward to?

War has the last word, Ray.

That's Curtis talking, man.
The guy's a funhouse mirror,

skewing you into thinking
you're someone you're not.

I got too much blood
on my hands.

Too much blood.

I am just as contaminated
as that fucker.

Then all of us shooters are.

You really believe that?

I mean, I had my first one
before you.

Sending my dad to his end
in the towers.

Ray, you cleaned your kills,
you settled your debts.

You're able
to walk away healthy.

Me on the other hand,
I just hurt people.

You know, I got in this,

I thought dying
on the battlefield,

that would be the...

the worst thing
that could happen to me.

You know what?

A dead man don't feel no shame.

You're wrong, Jace.

So is Curtis.

I ripped location history
off the GPS unit

pulled from Nazario's yacht.
Check this out.

The boat's
most frequented location

is a dock in this
coastal favela, Los Rotos.

All his money and power,
why would Nazario

hang in a slum like that?

He was born and raised there.

Relying on the people
who know him best.

And wouldn't blink
to go shields up

for the local boy on the lam.

Chatter in the area
all but confirms

he is taking shelter there.

All right, we got
a more specific location here?

No, and this is not
the kind of place

you want to go window shopping.

You step foot in there,
you're taking on

- the whole neighborhood.
- And to take out the fucker

that yacht-bombed us? Worth it.

But we need to get
Nazario alive,

so we can't go
scorched-earth on the favela.

If we're lucky, he thinks
he wiped us out with that trap.

Seven dead men rolling heavy

should give us
the element of surprise.

Yeah, but we don't know
his exact location.

Hard to poke around if
we're immediately taking fire.

Yeah, could be a ring
of protection for miles around.

Checkpoints,
cops in Nazario's pocket.

I don't see us driving in.

You know, I can't believe
I'm saying this,

but I think
if we helocast with an OTB,

that makes more sense.

That does maintain
the element of surprise.

We go in quiet,
we can snatch him,

we can go back
the way we came in.

If it gets loud,

just take him to the LZ,

- call a helo.
- How about it, Davis?

Think you can wrangle us a helo?

I'll hit up the Agency.

So, this little dirt road
runs along the coast.

Coming in over the beach
at high tide

gives us cover and concealment
from the village.

All right, how we
gonna know which shanty

is Colonel Cockbreath's?

Increased security
and cameras, dogs... and comms.

Yeah, and Davis can be our eyes
in the sky, help us zero in.

Plan's about as makeshift,
seat-of-our-pants

as this whole deployment's been.

Shit, we're due for some luck.

Not gonna count on luck.

You all know why
I'm going into this hell,

so you got to tell me right now,

if you're not into this op,

you got to be straight up.
I'll cank it right now.

Personally, I'm down to gamble.

Yeah. Yeah.

30 seconds!

30 seconds!

Go!

Go!

- Havoc, this is 1.
- Bird is overhead.

Good copy, 1.
I have control of the asset.

Drew, take us out.

1, this is Havoc.

Continue north 300 meters.
How copy?

Good copy, Havoc.

All stations be advised,

there are enemy patrols
on the west side of town.

Havoc out.

They're not running patrols
for shits and giggles.

Big man must be nearby.

Hey, I've got something.

200 meters east of our pos.

Sat comms, shortwave antenna.

Dude with an AK.

Looks like
we got a winner, boys.

1, this is 2. We have
a potential pos on our HVT.

Check.
You approach from the east,

we'll hit from the west.

- Campaña! Campaña!
- Shit!

Shit.

That's not good.

- You hear that?
- Sounds like church bells.

Alerting the neighborhood.

No, it's something else.

Oh, shit.

Get down!

So much for staying
in the shadows.

And they've got the high ground.

Drew, need a sniper
on overwatch.

Mako, this is 1.

Got a Sierra on a hilltop
with a long gun.

Break. Consolidate on my pos.

Good copy, 1. Moving to you.

1, this is 6. I'm in position.

Glad you could
make it to the party.

Need to beat feet
or we're gonna miss our man.

Trent, lead us out, will you?

That Drew?

Yeah.

Good shooting, 6. Keep it up.

I can do this all night.

1, be advised,
you have three enemy fighters

mirroring your movements

one street to the west.

Check.

Hold. What you got?

Hey!

Move north, 1.

Target house on the corner
of the next intersection.

Move out.

Bravo 6, making entry.

I've got you. Take it.

Move.

- All right?
- Clear.

Nazario must've
fucking squirted.

Looks like he left in a hurry.

Sonny, take Trent and Brock
outside, set security.

- Roger that.
- Check this out.

You got to be kidding me.

There he is. We just missed him.

- Wait, wait, wait.
- Pause it there.

How many up-armored SUVs

you think are roaming
around these parts?

That's a good call.
Havoc, this is 1.

I need you to get eyes
on an SUV leaving town.

Copy, 1.
Only two roads in and out.

Break. You have
at least 50 fighters

headed your way
from nearby favelas.

You need to get the hell
out of there. Over.

Copy that. All stations,
let's meet at the rally point

and fucking move.

Havoc, this is 1. I pass Caps.

I copy Caps.

GB vehicles are two mikes out.

Thanks for watching over us, 6.

- Yeah.
- I told you

I do my best work alone.

All right, once Davis, uh,

finds out where Nazario is,

how are we gonna
catch up to him?

Gonna take him
by ground and by air

at the same fucking time.

Well, zero sleep,
empty stomachs, low on ammo,

what could go wrong?

Well, beats picking up dog shit.

Yeah, it's a hell
of a retirement party.

Yeah, cake would've been
just fine.

All Bravo stations,

have eyes on the HVT.

HVT's vehicle is headed north,

eight klicks from your pos.

Your bird is three mikes out.
How copy?

That's good copy.

Ground branch always knows
how to make an entrance.

All right, Ray and Omar,
you stay here for the bird.

The rest of you on the ground
with me. Got it?

- Master Chief Hayes.
- Yeah?

Yeah. Stand by, sir.

This is Hayes.

Right.

What's the deal, boss dog?

The deal is I got FRAGO'd.

The fuck you mean?
We're on the one yard line here.

Shitty time to pull
the quarterback out of the game.

But if I refuse,

Bravo will be on the wrong side
of Command, you understand?

We don't get Nazario, we'll be
on the wrong side of history.

Which is why you're gonna run
the interdiction as planned.

Without me. Copy?

It seems wrong, us splitting up
on our last op.

Come on, man.
Listen, if Hall and Oates

couldn't stick together, what
chance did we have, right, Ray?

What the hell's so important

that Command's pulling
their best rifle?

This is coming from
way above Command, all right?

They want Ross Curtis.

Jace...

Uh, apprehending
a Green Beret solo

is no walk in the park.

Oh.

You're not apprehending him,
are you?

You think assassinating
one of our own is gonna help you

defeat this shame
that you've been wrestling with?

Look, Ray,

this is who I am.

Understand?

That's why they chose me
to pull the trigger.

I need you watching your
teammates' back one last time,

all right?

Get them home safe.

You don't want any of this, man.

There's the Bravo 1 sheepdog
I heard about.

What happened to one is none?

Look, man, the boys,

they need you more
than I do, okay?

I lost one team leader
I cared about.

I'll be damned
if I'm gonna lose another.

Get in.

Havoc, this is Mako.
You still got eyes on our HVT?

Affirmative, Mako. Now heading
east through the canopy

about ten klicks from your pos.

Any clue where he's going?

I'm working every asset
I have. Over.

Good copy, Havoc.

Sonny, Brock, Trent,

you'll be
the ground assault force.

Omar and I will be
the helo assault force.

We're taking Nazario alive,
so we can't drop

a metric shit ton
of fire on him.

Assuming we get close enough
for the body snatch.

Not even Travis Kelce
could catch them

with that kind of head start.

Then we better adapt
and overcome.

So, the Agency tracked Curtis
to the seaside favela.

Treason with a view, how nice.
Why isn't he in the wind?

Probably thinks that we're above
targeting an American.

Well, that sack of dicks and I
actually agree on something.

This op is off books
for a reason, all right?

This thing goes public,

cake-eaters are gonna
throw us under the bus

to save their asses.

This is your last chance
to get out.

Legal and moral gray area's
where I do my best work.

Right.
Here you go.

Won't take no
for a fucking answer.

Now I know why Steve Porter
liked you so much.

No, thank you, yeah.
Keep me posted.

Mako, this is Havoc.

HUMINT indicates
the HVT's private bird

is getting fueled up
just outside of Trujillo,

about ten klicks
from his current pos. Over.

Good copy, Havoc.

His plane gets off the ground,

we are not gonna get
another shot at him.

Copy that. Mako out.

Ten klicks doesn't give Sonny's
team much ground to make up.

Bravo 3, this is Mako.

We're running out of time.
Gonna need a sitrep.

Copy, Mako. Pulled an audible.
The road was slowing us down.

Good thinking, 3.
We got you overhead.

Only took your last op
to recognize my intellect.

Mako, this is Havoc.

ISR's battery pack
is running dry.

I'm gonna put it down hard
in the ocean.

There go our eyes.

Nazario's called in backup!

That is way more firepower
than we anticipated.

Bravo 3, this is Mako.
Be advised,

our HVT's beefed up
his security.

How much meat
we got on the bone?

One technical
and two identical SUVs.

Well, there goes
our force multiplier.

3, this is 2. Request you ID

the HVT's SUV
so we don't Swiss cheese

the wrong vehicle.

Copy, 2.

Eyes on convoy.

Don't get caught
sight-seeing there, Mako.

We're making our move now.

Damn!

Mako, this is 3.

Trail vehicle is sporting
a well-gunner.

Copy that, 3.
Lay back while we engage.

Whoa!

Jesus!

3, on you to get that trail SUV.

Copy!

Keep out of the angle
of the RPK.

- Get me right up alongside him.
- All right. All right.

On it.

- No Nazario!
- Smoke 'em.

RPG down!

No Nazario!

Mako, this is 3.
HVT vehicle has taken a lead.

Radiator's toast.
I can't keep pace.

On us to take them down.

Let it rip!

All Bravo elements,

airfield is two klicks away.

Big-ass target. Pilot can't
keep this up for long.

Minigun will kill everyone
in that truck

if we open it up again.

I can't get a shot. You?

Negative.

Technical incoming!

Take out the engine block!

- Move, move, move!
- Engine's gonna blow.

Fucking do it!

Colonel Nazario, nice to finally
make your acquaintance.

Any word from Bravo 1?

Negative!

Go, go, go, go, go!