Strike Back

ETA... Two mikes.

Copy that. Zero from Alpha One.

Two mikes out. How's it looking on the ground? We still good to go?

Stand by Alpha Team.

All clear on the ground.

Roger that, all clear sir.

Right. Solid copy on that.

Intelligence are giving the all clear.

Our Syrian friends are standing by with the prisoner.

Pick up Idrisi and get out of there. No fuss.

No noise. No-one will know we were ever there.

Roger that.

- Don't say it. - I'm not saying anything, Sarge.

Jesus. There he is. Omair Idrisi.

Syrians have been vetted, right?

The Major says checked and doublechecked.

I don't know why they can't just keep him locked up.

Major wants us to deliver him to the Yanks, that's what we do.

Alright lads. Look sharp.

Let's go.

Doyle, with me.

Captain. Ready?

If you are. He's all yours.

Zero from Alpha one. Receiving the package over.

Let the Americans know we've got him.

- Doyle? - Right with ya mate.

Let's pick up the pace a bit lads.

Incoming!

Zero from Alpha one under heavy fire. Need air support.

Find me some assets in the area... now!

Alpha One... get Idrisi out of there. Do not lose the prisoner.

Idrisi is the priority.

Shit! Tango's incoming!

Get back, get back to the helo'.

Helo's down. I repeat helo's down.

Doyle, we need to get to the vehicle at eleven o'clock.

- Doyle, move! - Yes Sarg'.

This way.

Move, go!

Sabil!

Changing!

Incoming!

Alpha... sit-rep...

Air support inbound. 3 mikes.

Alpha one, what is your situation?

Repeat. What is your situation?

Repeat. What is your situation?

Today is not your day to die, habibi?

Yalla.

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You said the Syrian security had been thoroughly checked.

To the best of our knowledge.

Idrisi had men on the inside.

We all knew the mission carried certain risks.

My men are dead, sir.

Because your people didn't do their fucking job!

Careful who you blame, Sergeant McAllister.

You're responsible for your men.

You were the man in the field.

Get off me!

Four months.

You are angry with me?

You said you'd only be a day.

I got held up.

There was traffic.

But...

I knew you would find a way to get me out.

And, was there fire?

Was there death?

And, there will be more. There will be so much more.

Nice room. You should have asked for one with a view.

Colonel Adeena Donovan. I've been wanting to meet you for a while.

Yeah, I hear I'm a popular guy.

Well, I like the wild ones.

Have they set a date for the court martial yet?

Monday.

Seems a shame to end a promising career over one punch.

He deserved it.

Off the record... I agree.

Intel was bad, security was lax... your team deserved better.

I've been tasked with cleaning up the fallout.

Not much I can tell you. They knew we were coming.

And they hit us hard.

I'm not here to interview you, Sergeant McAllister.

I'm here to recruit.

Have you heard of the Section initiative?

Sure.

They were the people you'd send in to do the dirty jobs that

could later be denied.

I prefer covert military intelligence and counter-terrorism.

Dangerous soldiers for dangerous missions.

I thought the Sections had been shuttered after what happened

- with Twenty. - They had.

But it's my feeling that Omair Idrisi isn't going to be

stopped by conventional means.

I'm assembling a team to take him down.

There's a JSOC operator in Libya who was digging into Idrisi.

He's gone dark. I need someone to find and rendezvous with him.

But more than that, I need a weapon.

I like that you're angry. That you want payback.

I'm giving you that chance.

- Are you in? - What do you think?

General Farid?

Mr. Richard Stevenson.

- Stevenson. - Stevenson?

No, no. No, see, that's not me.

My name is Wyatt.

Sergeant Samuel Wyatt. US Military... Joint Special Operations.

You told my men you were an arms dealer.

That's because I thought they were working for Omair Idrisi.

You see the irony, right? I mean, I'm undercover... they're undercover.

So, we contact your military.

See if this story of yours checks out.

No! Wait, wait, wait!

You could but they're just gonna say they've never heard of me.

It was a deniable op.

Your own people won't vouch for you?

Yeah. That's kinda what deniable means.

Or...

maybe you are an arms dealer.

We will find out the truth.

One way or another.

- If-al-ha. - Come on, come on, come on!

The base belongs to a rogue faction of the Libyan National Army...

run by one General Ajeeb Farid.

Technically they're friendly... although I use that term in

the loosest sense.

So, I shouldn't knock on the door and ask if

Sergeant Wyatt can come out to play.

Inadvisable, Wyatt's CO has confirmed he was on a deniable op...

posing as an arms dealer.

Farid runs a zero-tolerance policy on insurgent activity and

anyone who aids it. Which means Wyatt's time is running out, fast.

Back-up?

Closest QRF is a few hours away.

I chose you for a reason, McAllister. Get Wyatt out.

And try not to leave a body count.

With Gaddafi gone we were promised a new dawn.

But it is still dark, and we still wait.

Tribal militias, Jihadist groups,

my country is a war zone fuelled by men like you.

I told you that's just a front.

I heard that Omair Idrisi was trying to buy heavy duty goods...

I was trying to draw him out.

Tell me about Khalid!

I don't know Khalid!

About the money.

What fucking money?

My name is Sergeant Samuel Wyatt!

We both want the same thing, you know, that right?

We both want to stop Omair Idrisi before it's too late.

Do you fear death?

Every living thing's programmed to fear death... you know, that right?

It's a survival mechanism.

Let's just suppose for a second that I am telling you the truth.

That I am US military.

Do you think they'll let this shit lay.

They'll come after you with every fucking thing they've got!

You told me this was a deniable operation.

No-one knows you're here.

Then drown me. Or we can work together to stop Idrisi.

Wyatt?

Yeah, who's asking?

McAllister.

What are you doing?

What the hell are you doing?

What do you think I'm doing?

Looks, to me, like you're kinda screwing up my op'.

I'm here to get you out.

I've got everything under control, thank-you.

Doesn't look like that to me.

Farid was about to tell me everything.

No, no, no! Don't kill him, don't kill him.

They're good soldiers, they're fighting for their country.

They've been kinda fucked over.

Why don't we all just join hands and sing kumbaya eh?

Hey I'd be up for that if someone hadn't come here and started

blowing the shit out of everything.

Where the hells the rest of your team?

No team. Just me.

Let's go.

Vehicles. Go, go, go, vehicles.

Contact!

Don't shoot them.

Get in!

I need a weapon. Give me your weapon.

You just told me not to shoot them!

I'm not shooting them, I'm suppressing them.

You know what you're doing?

- Yes, I know what I'm doing! - The other wire.

I've got the other fucking wire!

Shut-up!

Get in!

Go, go, go, go!

I got three on our tail.

- What are you doing? - Trying to hit the tires.

Well, bloody hit them then.

Then keep it steady, asshole.

Two down, one to go.

Can't you make this piece of shit go any faster?