Land of Bad

- There a problem, Sergeant?

- No, sir... Sorry, I was just, uh--

- Get your shit together. We lift off in five.

Yes, sir.

- Hey, you're HALO qualified, yeah?

HALO? No, sir.

Are we doing a HALO jump?

You'll be fine.

I'd go Froot Loops. My daughter loves them.

Ah, fuck.

Going after a CIA asset that's been captured.

The plan is to extract him with minimal casualties.

He was gathering intel on Alexander Petrov,

a Russian arms dealer and former KGB.

What's up?

That your family?

- Nah, just a pic that came with the helmet.

Yeah. Wife and kids.

Nice.

Are those the new 5. 11 tactical gloves?

You know the ones with the Kevlar knit?

Yeah, yeah. Kevlar knit.

Awesome.

JTAC...

just try to relax, okay?

Right back the other way

on the Euro and gets that one to go.

And the whistle too...

That bad?

Yeah, that bad.

Do you wanna talk about it?

Wanna hug? We can hug.

You need me?

- Yeah, I wanted to ask you something, but...

Okay. Coffee?

Sure.

Okay. - Yeah.

Cool.

- So, uh, you know the wedding's coming up, right?

- Yes, I do. Twenty-third.

That's right.

- You're not gonna change the date, are you?

- What? - I've got everything organized.

I got the kids in place. I got the ex-wives in place.

Lucy will be out of the hospital.

- Reaper. - I had--

- I'm not going to change the date.

I, um, actually wanted to

talk to you about something else.

I wanted to ask-- - Who moved my shit?

- Airman... who moved my shit?

Huh?

Coffee pods.

- I-- I don't know, sir. I use the drip.

- Well, I can't trust a word you say then, can I?

I take the time.

Every goddamn morning.

I do it for efficiency,

easy recognition,

and organization.

Is it appreciated? No.

It is respected. I think not.

But I do it

for the morale of the squadron.

You were saying?

Op starts in 15.

- Yeah, yeah. I thought you wanted to talk about something.

It can wait.

Shit.

You lose something?

Ah, just my cereal.

Your what?

Froot Loops.

I had a box of Froot Loops.

I don't know what I did with it.

Jesus Christ, Air Force.

Barely started this op

and you're already sweating about a box of Frosted Flakes.

- No, no. It was-- it was Froot Loops.

Huh?

- Froot Loops, not Frosted Flakes.

This kid for real?

Don't be an asshole.

That's cute.

Thanks, man.

Fucking Fruit Loops.

How old are you, Air Force?

Twenty-seven.

Ah...

- Bishop, how old's your daughter now? Twenty?

You should set Air Force up on a date.

Yeah.

I will shoot you in the dick, Abell.

I swear to God.

No, honey. I can't.

I can't come.

'Cause I gotta be here at work.

Yeah. Look, just get your sister to go.

What about your mom?

All right. Well, why don't you call ...?

Oh, you called Judy?

Uh...

look, okay, okay.

If it's only a couple of things. That's fine. That's fine.

But right now, I gotta go 'cause I got a mission, yeah?

Zegler a little teardrop.

You know I don't like that shot in college, right?

It's made about thirt--

Yeah, it's made about 37 percent of the time.

Fuck.

Zegler just settled for

a tough floater on the first side of the floor.

Guys.

I got a favor to ask you.

My wife is pregnant. While I'm on OP,

if she goes into labor, she's gonna call that phone.

All right?

You need to answer it, and you need to come and get me.

Copy?

Thank you very much.

And why don't we just keep this volume down to a low level?

Because this is a professional work environment.

Now, now. Just because your team

delivered the biggest choke in March Madness history,

doesn't mean the rest of us can't still enjoy ourselves.

- It's about Lucy. Virgil, it's important.

I know.

Notice the, uh, pseudofolliculitis barbae

hasn't cleared up.

Not yet, sir. No.

- Well, you just let me know when you're ready to shave.

- I will, sir. - All right.

Go, Vols!

Warhawk, this is Blackbird approaching drop zone.

Headed to 15,000 feet.

Six minutes to the DZ.

Winds are five knots and to the southeast.

Skies are clear.

Happy hunting.

- All right, boys. Six minutes.

Here we go.

Fruit Loop, now's the time

to be checking your weapon.

I'm good.

- Not your Gameboy. Your actual weapon.

Hey, look, I'm in charge of the drone. So...

if we wind up in a situation and I'm shooting,

we got big fucking problems.

You're not wrong.

JTAC's only good for one thing and that is...

"Bringing the rain."

- Is this your first mission in theater, JTAC?

- Second. But first with operators.

What?

Hell, I'll say it.

Um... we're about to head into a shit storm.

You still look like you kind of need someone to wipe your ass.

So just... do me a favor.

Keep up and don't fuck up.

Last thing we need in this op is to have to save your ass.

Nah, he's good.

Hey, remember your training.

Talk to the planes.

When they start dropping bombs, make sure it's on the bad guys.

Yes, sir.

You're not going to need these.

This is a sterilized op.

Be advised we are approaching--

All right, boys.

Let's put our masks on. Let's get to work.

Hey, JTAC,

this might sound stupid but don't forget to breathe, yeah?

Stay on your comms.

When that hits 3,000, deploy your chute.

It's just the same as airborne, only way fucking higher.

Good to go.

I'll see you fuckers on the beach.

Yee-haw.

Hey, walk in the park.

Fuck.

You good?

Let's go. Come on. Get up.

That ridge. Four clicks by 0800.

Let's go. Let's move.

All right.

Thank you, Miller.

Okay, team has landed.

Operators are en route.

The drone is ten mics out from rendezvous point

and Warhawk is switching comms.

This carriage is about to turn into a pumpkin.

This is not my chair.

- Yes, it is. - No, it is not.

- Oh, my god, Reaper, I did not take your chair.

- I know you didn't take my chair.

It will be these commie assholes

from Shadow Flight.

You finished?

No, I'm not.

Eat a bag of dicks.