The Terminal List

In the Book of Judges,

Gideon asks God how to choose his men for battle.

The Lord told Gideon to take his men down to the river

and have them drink.

The men who flopped on their bellies

and drank like dogs were no good to him.

Gideon watched as some men knelt

and drank with their eyes watching the horizon...

spears in hand.

Though they were few,

those were the men he needed.

Port arms.

Ready. Aim.

Fire.

Back. Rack.

Ready. Aim. Fire.

Alpha, bring it in.

We got the green light to move on Chemical Kahani.

Oh, fuck yes.

He's back in Syria.

Intel confirms another attack is imminent.

- Wait, where's Donny? - I got him hooked up to an IV

- in medical. He's got a headache. - A headache?

He's just dehydrated from the run this morning.

Not the run.

I'm pumping him full of electrolytes.

- He'll be good. - He's just freaking out

'cause his wife's about to give birth

to Boozer's baby.

Yeah, yeah, fuck you, Lecrone.

It would be an honor to have a little baby Boozer.

- Thanks, bro. - Even if he tapped out at five foot two.

You're a dick. Five foot three.

Hey, guys, let's lock it up.

Donny, how you feeling?

Like a fucking pit bull, sir.

All right.

- Then let's eat. - All right, boys.

We're gonna enter via in dig fishing trawler,

800 meters off the coast.

We'll be swimming east to our target.

We got a high tide 0232. It's gonna be a dark one.

Moonlight will be at 14%.

So, kind of like these tunnels,

we're gonna be under 20 or 30 feet of solid limestone.

So, if I was a betting man, I'd say inter squad comms,

it's gonna be a no-go.

The best way to pass word is gonna be to drop relays off

at the entry point and any forks along the way.

We should get comms back up and running

once we hit the access point here in the crypt.

Yeah, we can trust these tunnel maps, sir?

Syrian Democratic Forces gave us a local trooper

who grew up playing in the tunnels beneath the compound.

It's personal for this kid.

Kahani gassed his whole family.

He'll be accompanying us on the op.

Roger. Five klicks out, sir.

Fellas, let's get ready to take it topside.

Infield's good. Chief, your assessment?

Kahani's in under the radar,

so it makes me think that the compound's

probably gonna be lightly guarded.

In the event that shit goes south,

we got Rangers ten mikes out on QRF.

It feels solid, sir.

Agreed.

We keep it quiet. In and out.

No one's gonna even know we're there.

Bravo platoon has just touched down, as you know.

Cox has given us the option to stand down

and hand this off as part of the turnover.

I told him that we did not come here to coast,

and this motherfucker is ours.

We are Alpha.

Good.

Eyes on the horizon, boys.

Let's make it count.

Let's roll.

Lecrone, Fletcher, maintain comms.

- Copy. - Good copy.

Access point, 60 feet.

Sir, Zeke's flagging.

Hold.

EOD up. No comms.

We're going white light.

It's a fucking landslide, sir.

This whole crypt is rigged to blow.

Stay comms external.

Let them know we're negative on the access point.

Contact!

Contact, entry point!

- What do we got? - We've got heavy contact.

Rear. They need backup.

Chief, I'm putting a fire team together

- and moving to the post position. - Roger that.

Move it!

Lecrone, what do you got?

Go! Watch your back!

- Fuck! Lecrone's hit. - Move, move, move.

Roll it, roll it, roll it! Move!

Hold!

Frag out!

Frag out!

Let's kill that motherfucker!

Fuck him up!

Clear!

Get these men!

Get them out now!

Coming in!

Fall back to the crypt, now!

Moving!

Set!

On your back, on your back!

- Go left. CCP's on the left! - Go, go, go.

Moving!

Forward, clean it up!

Come on!

I got you, brother. I got you!

- Last man! - Last man!

Give him to me.

Come on!

Sir, you need to spin up that QRF now!

Hey, calm your man down.

What's our casualty status, Ram?

We got two guys K.I.A.

Barnes is barely breathing.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey! Listen to me.

I'll get you out of here.

I got you, brother. I got you.

Mallory's hit!

They keep coming, boss!

Boozer, on me!

Got to make comms, got to get QRF spun up.

Let's go!

Charlie, get us to the access point. Move.

Go!

Trip wire!

- Right here. - Careful!

- Where is it?! - Careful!

- Where the fuck is it? - Trip wire. Watch your feet!

Crowley, get eyes on that trigger.

I want to know what we're dealing with, now!

Yes, sir, I'm on it.

What do we got, Boozer?

I have an out!

Get those comms up there, spin QRF now!

Troops in contact. Multiple eagles down.

Whoa!

- No, no, get back! - No!

Get back, Trooper!

Hey, Picasso, you gonna let me see what you're drawing?

What was that?

Is she gonna be okay, Daddy?

Daddy?

Lucy!

Donny, you good?

Donny?

Get up, Chief! Move!

Reece! Reece, move!

Come on, man! Get up!

Cortese, I'm moving to you!

Cortese!

On me.

Check fire! Check fire!

- Move, move, move! - Commander Reece!

Talk to me, Cortese. Hey, brother, what you got?

All right, come on, man. Let's go. Let's go.

Move it, move it, move it! Let's go!

Let me know an ETA on that helo!

Hey! Light that chopper up.

Commander, I have a helo coming in!

I need you on it!

Hey, give me two! Give me two!

Cortese, let's go! Up! Up!

- Get him up! Come on! - We got to get you out!

Go!

Hurry up! Move it, move it, move!

Return their fire!

Let's go! Let's go get some support!

Sir, I need to get you on this first!

I need a head count on my men!

I understand, but I need to get you off this sand!

Get my boys off this beach!

Sir, you are the last man!

I promise you, I promise you!

- How you feeling on that leg? - Good, good.

I have no pulse.

Cortese, eyes on me. Look at me!

Cortese, open your eyes!

Stay with me, brother. Stay with me.

- Control the bleeding. - S-Stay with me.

- More pressure! More pressure! - Come on, come on.

Come on.

Hello?

Mrs. Reece?

Your service member is waiting to speak with you.

James?

- Lauren? Lauren? - James? Thank God.