Lioness

You can get out. You don't have to wait for the rotors to stop.

Like it's my first time in a fucking helicopter.

What the fuck was that?

What the fuck was that?

I don't ask questions. They point, I hustle.

Nice. That's just great.

That's how to maintain OPSEC.

- Who the fuck are they? - I know they're on

our ass about the budget, but I think we can swing breakfast.

- Are they vetted? - Did I vet

the Army culinary corps? No.

That's the Army's job.

Thank you, gentlemen, That will be all.

But we've still got three more...

Thank you, that will be all.

And I suggest

you forget about ever meeting us,

or we'll never forget meeting you. Understood?

Yes, ma'am.

Don't worry, Joe, the Provigil's gonna wear off in about an hour.

Fuck you.

Don't come at me with that fucking shit!

And you...

I didn't see many drugs

with all the fucking children they're trafficking.

My intel said that that warehouse

was a transshipment station.

It is a fucking transshipment station!

- Joe... - What fucking intel did you get?

- You don't got shit! - Joe.

What?!

Hey.

Take a deep breath, all right?

Cartels are bad.

Fucking bad.

But this bullshit is a detour.

We need to stay on our road.

Those are children, Kyle.

Children.

And in two weeks they're someone's fucking sex toy.

Nighthawk reporting.

Put her through.

Joe?

- Yes, sir. - Help me understand

- what I'm looking at here. - The warehouse appears

to be a holding station for individuals

being prepped across the border.

Ages range from... from eight to 18.

Possibly early 20s for some of the young women.

But most looked mid-teens or younger.

- No narcotics? - No, sir.

Contraband of any kind?

Only the human kind, sir.

Well, difficult to confiscate that kind.

We'd like to try, sir.

Rescue missions don't give the illusion of a rival cartel.

Why does it need to be an illusion?

That illusion only needs to exist

for my Lioness,

and then only for her, at this point, anyway.

There seems to be about 300 of them,

and they are on the move, Joe.

This isn't surgical, this is 82nd Airborne.

It's not what we do.

Right now it still appears to be an attack

by a rival cartel, so let's just keep it that way.

That's easy for you to say.

You aren't the one leaving them behind.

I am the one giving the orders.

I am absolutely the one leaving them behind.

You're not the only mother on this call, Joe.

Now turn your heart off and your brain back on.

Get the Lioness to Dallas and insert her.

May I suggest

no more tandem missions with DEA?

Noted.

What a fucking mess.

Is there any chatter out there about us being involved?

Mexican authorities asking

when Sonorans got helos.

They think it's another cartel.

Get some buzz out supporting that.

This has potential to work.

Yeah. Maybe.

If it doesn't cook all of our operators in the process.

We getting back in the game, boss?

- Negative. - We're not going after 'em?

And blow our mission on day one? No.

CBP, DEA will intercept when they reach the border.

You can tell us no, just don't lie to us.

Who the fuck is Border Patrol allowed to detain?

They wrote the zip code

of their destination

on these kids' fucking hands.

Okay? That's how worried they are about being detained.

Don't act like you didn't see the same shit

daily in Afghanistan.

Man, you guys got soft playing HRT,

watching The View on cable

with your catered breakfast.

- Fuck you, Tracer. - Hey!

Guys!

When did this become a democracy?

I asked, Washington said no.

End of story.

Back to Dallas.

- Insert her today. - No.

No, I did not sign up for this. I did not sign up

- for any of this. - You absolutely signed...

- You absolutely did. - Well, I changed my mind.

It doesn't work like that.

Then fucking court-martial me!

Please!

I can't wait to testify!

Cruz, you're up.

I'm up for what?

- Manage your asset. - Oh, she's my asset now?

She's been your asset since you got here.

A quick word, Joe?

Those are tools.

I know what they are.

Then why are you asking a tool for its opinion?

I'm not.

But on this, we all have the same opinion.

You start letting tools think,

they start deciding how they want to be used.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

The rules of my fucking game change while we play it.

I need them all to think. That's the difference

between your fucking tools and mine.

Get ready to travel.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Okay. We're gonna do this now, huh?

- Yes, Joe. - Deputy director of the CIA.

Who wants it?

Nobody?

I didn't think so.

Stow your gear.

Wheels up in an hour.

Bobby?

Yeah.

Check your email.

For what?

I got a tracker on one of the kids.

Okay.

What do you want me to do?

We going rogue?

There's what I want to do and what I should do.

Kyle?

If I knew where some of these kids would be crossing...

what could you do about it?

How could you?

Just play the fucking hypothetical.

There's not much I can do.

We didn't find any drugs.

I'd have to bring in CBP and HSI.

I don't recall you searching them for drugs.

- I didn't. - So-so you don't know.

They could be muling these kids.

It's doubtful, but yes.

They don't like to mix contraband.

Back to my original question.

If I knew where they were crossing, what would you do?

- Do you know when? - I know when.

How the fuck do you know when?

All right, man, just stop

with the questions. Just fucking answers, all right?

If I knew the where and the when,

I'd stage an SRT unit

to intercept once they crossed.

Can I peel off part of my team to observe and advise?

Advise how?

They're gonna tell you where and when,

and then they'll make sure you don't fuck up the intercept.

Why don't you tell me the where and when now?

Because it's not admissible in court,

and it's classified.

But we can share with you certain coordinates

and timelines that will not violate TS restrictions.

Who do you want?

Give me Cruz, Tucker and Tex.

I need Cruz with me, and Tex on surveillance.

Tucker, then, but that leaves me fucking slim.

- You got me and Tracer. - Fucking joy.

I'll drop the team in Dallas,

and I'll be back before dark.

They won't move before dark.

She has tactical command,

I need Kyle to have operational command.

You're out of your fucking mind.

- I... this... - I can't swallow that pill.

Oh, you know what? Fuck this, man.

We-we all got FBI credentials.

We'll just do it without you.

All right? I'll call in an HRT team.

Okay, okay. Fine.

Okay, that's fine.

But your orders flow through fucking me.

You fucking understand?

Yep.