Wrong Place Wrong Time

You better move your asses.

Suppress your fire!

Man down!

Move 'em down!

Let's move, let's move!

Dumb luck.

That's four.

On your six.

We have two minutes before this place

is crawling with Botero's men.

We're out of time.

Leave him!

What you got there?

What you got there?

Hey, no, no, look at me.

No, don't look over there. Eyes front, son.

What the fuck is he doing?

Look, I want you to remember this.

All right, all of it.

All right, don't try to run from the pain.

You hear me?

No matter how much it hurts, no matter how much you want to.

Let's leave the scene, Gabriel.

What the fuck you doin'?

Go!

What the fuck did you just say to me?

Hey!

Gabriel!

Fucker was reaching for his gun.

God fuck.

God damn god fucking damn.

Bullshit.

Amateur hour bullshit.

Nice.

Fucking freak.

Lewis is dead.

Hey.

Hey, I'm talking to you, motherfucker.

Hey.

Okay.

Are you fucking stupid?

Don't you see? Look, the Caymans, Switzerland.

It's all there.

Here.

Lewis's take.

All right, listen up.

We got the SWIFT codes and the BICs

for all the major dealers.

Russian Mafia, Spanish Cartel, Mexican drug lords.

All of 'em.

Every major crime syndicate in the past 10 years.

The ones the government wanted erased.

Now, watch for tails.

Everyone do circle backs.

We reconvene here in seven days.

If anyone doesn't wanna accept the risks,

take your shares up to the collector,

get your cut, this will be the end of our arrangement

no questions asked.

All right.

It's settled, then.

Military training.

Discharged for hyper aggression.

You're bad.

Do you like what you see?

No, you don't go after him.

It's his sister.

They call her the Reaper.

The Reaper.

Solomon was commissioned to do a black ops mission

on the Nasirez Family.

Got double crossed, they each held them for ransom.

CIA officially tried to bury the whole story

but the rumor is the person who did the rescue

was fluent in over 20 languages.

Hand-to-hand combat, weapons specialist.

12 dead, decapitated no trace.

You want something done? She's the one.

Kira.

Rumor is she lost her brother in a human trafficking ring.

East Asia.

She was the personal security detail for

- Al Pacten Renault. - Bang bang.

The richest Saudi Shiite in Abu Dhabi.

The only woman to ever make it through

the ministry's defense system.

And literally only sued 11.

She's the driver?

Putting her behind the wheels for our security.

This one's Ghost.

- Don't know much about him. - Hey, what's going on?

What the fuck do you want?

Fucking rats.

It's all there.

What do you want in exchange for these dossiers?

Hey, easy, easy, easy.

Back off.

Back off.

Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right where you stand.

Freedom.

I want out.

I'm tired of doing all the work and only getting fifth.

Fuck that.

If I'm to believe your story,

I am to fortify all my safe houses across Texas.

This is impossible within a week's time.

No, I'm gonna keep the key code on me.

If you roll, Alban will deliver your intestines

to 1748 Offenfelder Drive.

Maybe I cut off your fucking tongue

and hand it to your sister Jor in Croatia.

All right, listen up.

Thanks.

No problem.

We are officially burned.

Every governmental database from here to

the Middle East will have our photo.

With a direct shoot-to-kill order attached to it.

Our intel has confirmed the Boteros moved over 80 million

in cash assets from the safehouses.

What's that? 40%?

It's enough to know that he's spooked.

That our little snatch and grab job last week

got his attention.

I wonder if he has a badass shark tank.

I bet you'd look good in my shark tank.

Botero will move all his assets into this compound.

All right? It's state of the art.

I'm talking motion sensors positioned in and around.

Fiber optic source embedding and stores data

offsite remotely and it shifts and changed IPs

every 15 seconds.

The key codes will be stored in an anechoic chamber.

The fuck is that?

Sound dampening room.

No sound in, no sound out.

80 million dollars?

I say the hell with the key codes,

let's take the sure thing and get out.

Good luck spending any of that.

The marked bills will have you tagged and flagged like that.

The Ascenian bank code we took from Botero's safehouse

was calculated.

It was the least guarded, the least likely to be thought

of by anyone trying to make a move on Botero.

Which is why he felt safe enough to store

all the information that's gonna lead us