BlackJacks (Seal Patrol) (BlackJacks)

Where we at?

He's dropping in five.

What's up, little sister?

Where's this moppet at?

- I hope he enjoys himself. - All right, here we go.

Shit.

Your middle name should have been "abortion."

He at the shoot house yet?

He's pretty close. We made it impossible though.

- Eight rounds, nine targets. - That's not very nice, Henry.

Yeah, yeah, he shot Michael.

It's way too soon. Way fucking too soon.

All right, here we go, last room.

- Why don't you ever do that? - Fuck you.

Bring him in.

"G"!

Enjoy your run back to base.

Top man!

Oh, thank you.

- Preston. - Jonathan... Gates.

Seriously, who throws a fucking pistol, mate?

Just seemed like the thing to do at the time.

- Banger? - Absolutely.

Good, how you doing? Good to see you, Gates.

- You too, Henry. - We've gotta get the rest

of your paperwork ironed out. Locke's inside.

Roger that.

- Hang tight on that. I'll be back. - No worries.

Oi! Food's ready.

Well, this is home.

- I like it. - This is "V."

Hi, how you doing?

- He's shy. - Gates!

You, my friend, are a complete fucking psycho.

He's certainly got...

Don't you have some goddamn paperwork to do?

- You got some child support to pay? - Fuck you.

- Welcome to the BlackJacks. - Thank you, sir.

Follow me.

I have thrown a pistol before,

but never in a shoot house.

Yeah, me neither.

I almost didn't do it.

It held up pretty well.

Springfield.

- I'm a Kimber man myself. - I like Kimber.

Springfield just feels right.

So, Gates,

what was your monthly take-home in the army?

- 4170 with BAH. - Mmm.

Our minimum contracts

are six figures apiece.

The thing is I've seen a lot of guys

lose their shit when they start making that kind of money.

Trust me, you're gonna need help figuring out what to do with it.

I know a few bean counters. They'll get you squared away

and make sure you don't blow it up your nose.

Appreciate it.

- You got some talent. - Thank you.

Talent just tells me that you can.

What concerns me is if you will.

I got one rule, Gates.

Never question me.

Welcome aboard.

Miss!

We already checked that whole south sector.

Jesus! Smith, over here!

Don't worry, sir. We'll get you out of here.

Hi.

You get any sleep last night?

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

Alison.

Don't be afraid.

I'm not. It's just that...

there has to be something else we can do.

- Like what? - We could do nothing.

I did this. I cannot let anyone else

be responsible for its outcome.

It's too valuable.

Is it worth it?

- I miss your mom. - Me too,

- and I want to go home. - We are going home.

Hey.

Of course I'm a cutthroat.

You don't get to where I'm at by being a pussy.

I'm unapologetically ruthless,

or ruthlessly unapologetic,

but there's no mystery there. You don't need that for the article.

Why don't you get to the point

and ask me what you came here to ask me?

What did I come here to ask you?

You want to know where Dr. Whitmore is.

Okay. One of the finest energy researchers in the country

has been missing for... nine months.

Where is your former partner?

I don't know.

We think he was kidnapped.

What I do know

is we have a $3.5 million effort,

and the finest people in the world

are looking for him.

Why don't we take a few pictures...

in the bedroom?

Sir?

- There's a situation. - Mm-hmm.

Give me 19 minutes.

We don't have 19 minutes.

Mmm, this interview...

is over.

No.

Tell me... everything.

We lost all communication with the facility

approximately 26 minutes ago.

We were alerted when the reactor

started producing dangerous levels of energy.

Just as we got online, the entire facility went dark.

When can we be back online?

We can't, not from here.

Someone has to re-establish communication from the inside.

Fuck!

Whitmore has something to do with this.

We should terminate the project.

- I can fix this. - Sir, if this gets out...

I'm not gonna blow up a billion-dollar facility

just because the phones are down.

I want the best combat extraction team available

to go in and get me Whitmore. I don't care what it costs.

- Hey. - Hey.

Get to the airstrip.

Now?

Yeah.

- What's taking so long? - Just waiting for a signal.

Should be about five minutes, sir.

You guys got me?

We got you, Henry.

We don't have time for formalities.

Apparently your team is the best, so I've hired you.

To the point: two days ago

I lost contact with an off-the-books facility

I have in Khazakstan.

Now if you watch the news, you would know my partner Dr. Mark Whitmore

has been missing for some time.

He's not. He's here working for me at this very location.

The following is the last footage we have of him

before the drop in communication.

There was seismic activity at the time of the recording.

It might be the reason for the drop.

I don't care. I just need to know he's alive.

I've lost contact with above-ground security

that guards the entrance. Link up with them

if they're still onsite.

I understand your team has worked

with psychic operators before.

Lisa Westbrook is the best in the business.

If Whitmore is down there, she will find him.

Don't fuck this up.

Please.

All right, guys.

I'll be in your ears till you reach the base,

then we're going to be black until you fire up the link underground.

Roger that, Henry.

Miss Westbrook?

Lisa, please. It's fairly straightforward.

I just need to get close enough to get a lock on the doctor.

And once I have positive ID, you will get him and get out.

Exactly how are you going to "lock in" on their location?

So I round the corner, right? And this fucking guy is shirtless

and he's holding back four of these huge Brazilian dudes,

guns drawn, and he's got a knife to the throat of the bouncer

and I'm like, "Jesus. What the fuck have I stumbled into?"

- They were Puerto Rican. - What?

Hey, I got this round.

- Yeah? - Yeah, it's on me.

- Thanks, Gatesy. - Fuckin-A, new guy.

Right on. Make it a double!

- Can I get you something? - No thanks.

I got one.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

How long have you been psychic?

Or whatever the gift is that you have.

Why?

Sorry. Didn't mean to pry.

No, no, it's...

it's fine.

My mom has some sort of gift.

She gets these feelings about things.

- Empathic. - Yeah, maybe.

But it was kinda rough growing up like that.

I can't even imagine what it was like for you.

You know, you don't strike me as the operator type.

Yo, V, what is up?

Nice! Where are we going, huh?

You want to get out of here?

Yeah, the Air Force is full of Alternative Units.

- Do they recruit or what? - Uh-huh.

My first unit was a remote viewing squadron.

And what was your job?

I worked with a lot of para-rescue guys.

You know, finding downed pilots and such.