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Wolf: Our war is not for our faith. We fight to remove all foreign power from our soil...

Butcher: We are Al-Qatala. We are The Killers.

Wolf: We fight without sorrow. We wage war without sympathy. This is the only way to live... and die... A true soldier.

*Al-Qatala commits a terrorist attack in Piccadilly Circus*

[CROWD SCREAMING]

                                                                                          MODERN WARFARE

24 HOURS EARLIER

VERDANSK

Alex: Echo 3-1 to Charlie 2-Actual-

Norris: Go for Actual...

Alex Keller: LZ is in sight. Looks like our boys are right on time, Colonel.

Norris: Roger, 3-1. Hitman teams are locked and loaded for assault. You are green to go.

Ken Laswell: Colonel, we may have a problem.

Norris: Too late, Laswell. We're live...

Laswell: Not until I say so. Watcher to 3-1, how copy-?

Alex: Station chief Laswell, send traffic...

Laswell: General Barkov has sent a new shipment of chlorine gas to his depot...but his mercs are prepping to move the chems to Urzikstan via convoy, tonight. You're still clear to engage, but live fire on Russian military is prohibited. We cannot have an international incident.

Alex: No guarantees Russian army won't respond to this, Ken.

Laswell: Understood, Alex. Just locate the gas, commandeer Barkov's trucks, and get off the X before the tide turns.

Alex: Copy, Watcher. We'll handle it.

U.S. Crew Chief: Last man's out!

Hammer 2-1: Charlie-2-Actual, this is Hammer 2-1. Hitman chalks are on deck. We're RTB.

Alex: Let's move.

Hitman 7-1: All Hitman teams, push to your set point.

Hitman 7-2: Roger, on the move.

Alex: We need to keep this on a tight loop. Barkov's men are moving the gas tonight.

Hitman 7-2: Hey, what are the odds we run into General Barkov?

Hitman 7-1: Russian General wouldn't be caught dead out here.

Hitman 7-1: Psst. Heads up.

Merc 1: Сюда, сюда.

Merc 2: Я слышал это за хребтом.

Hitman 7-2: Hearing two.

Hitman 7-1: Lookin' for us. Two mercs, no uniforms.

Merc 3: Команда три, доложить, окончено...?

Merc 1: я что-то слышу...

Merc 2: Стоять рядом с... Привет! Чей там?! Вперед, покажи себя!

Hitman 7-2: They're game, drop 'em.

*men take out mercs*

Hitman 7-1: We're clear.

Hitman 7-2: Copy. Post up on the ridge and let's get the lay 'o the land.

Alex: Echo 3-1 to Blue Viking 5, call for fire. Stand by for target confirmation...

Blue Viking 5-1: Copy 3-1, Viking is standing by...

Hitman 7-1: Let's recce the area, make sure there's no Russian Army down there. Vehicle comin' in the main gate.

Alex: One in the tower, left side high, not Army.

Hitman 7-1: Copy. Checkpoint, that's the entry. Vehicle's on the move...

Alex: Movement in the rail yard.

Hitman 7-1: That's how the gas comes in.

Alex: Patrol vehicle. Contractors.

Hitman 7-1: Security. Good targets. No Russian military presence, call it in CIA...

Alex: Blue Viking 5, this is Echo 3-1, troops in the open, south gate. You are cleared hot...

Blue Viking 5-1: Roger 3-1, target acquired. Weapons free in 5 seconds...

Alex: 5 seconds!

Hitman 7-2: Thunder and lightning, heads up!

Blue Viking 5-1: Echo 3-1, good effect on target. Viking is RTB, good hunting...

Alex: Much obliged, Viking, we'll take it from here...

Merc 3: Команда три, вы читаете! Что, черт возьми, там происходит?!

Hitman 7-4: Clear!

Hitman 7-1: Clear!

Hitman 7-5: Clear!

Hitman 7-1: Chems may be inside. Masks up!

*men put on their masks*

Hitman 7-1: Let's do this...

*Hitman 7-1 opens the door*

*lights go out*

Hitman 7-1: The fuck?!

Alex: They killed the power.

Hitman 7-1: Go white-light.

*men go white-light*

Hitman 7-1: On me...

Hitman 7-4: It's pitch black in here. You hear that?

Hitman 7-3: Whoever killed the power's in here, I'm telling you...

Hitman 7-4: Could have been the airstrike...

Hitman 7-1: No, they're here...

*men take out the mercs who killed the power*

Hitman 7-1: Clear!

Alex: All clear! Let's get the power up... shed some light, find this gas.

Hitman 7-1: Roger, 3-1.

Hitman 7-3: Lookin'...

Alex: Lights, comin' on.

Hitman 7-1: Power's up.

Hitman 7-3: Hey! We got a problem. These guys are Russian army...

Hitman 7-1: Spetsnaz.

Alex: 3-1 to Watcher... Barkov's hired guns are Spetsnaz. We got Russian army KIA, we need to bug out now.

Laswell: Negative. Command wants mission accomplished on this. Not our choice.

Alex: Never is. 3-1 out.

Hitman7-1: Verify this is what we came for, we'll set the trucks for egress.

Alex: Rog.

*Alex get's sample of chlorine gas*

Alex: Jackpot. PID on the gas.

Laswell: Solid copy, 3-1. Load up and get back to base.

Alex: Roger that, let's move out!

*Alex gets in black car*

Alex: All stations, we are Oscar Mike to the RV, watch your sectors...

Laswell: Good work, Alex. Rally at the hook point for egress.

Hitman 7-4: Truck!

Alex: Back up, back up!

Hitman 7-1: All stations, we are under attack, hitman is taking heavy contact from unknown forces...!!

Hitman 7-4: RPG!

Laswell: Watcher to 3-1, how copy?! Alex, do you read. Over!

Hitman 7-5: I got you, I got you 3-1...

Hitman 7-1: Urgh...!!

Alex: Shit...

Hitman 7-4: Who the fuck is this?!

Hitman 7-2: Arghh!

*man rolls dead body over*

Insurgent: ملازم تعال بسرعة ..!لا الروسية.

Insurgent Leader: مشاة البحرية ... أميركي

Insurgent Leader: يجب أن نذهب. حاليا!!

Insurgent Leader: تحرك للخارج. إذهب! إذهب! إذهب!

*Alex takes off his mask*

Alex: Echo 3-1 to Watcher.

Laswell: Alex- what happened?

Alex: Terrorist attack. Multiple marines KIA. Gas stolen. We need EVAC, now!

Laswell: Roger. Tracking multiple Russian forces headed your way. Sit tight. We're pushing to you for fast exfil. Watcher out.

(After Fog Of War)

Laswell: This operation is now compartmentalized.

Norris: What the hell does that mean?!

Laswell: It means you no longer have clearance, Colonel.

Norris: Those are my Marines. We need a QRF in there right now.

Laswell: That's not advisable.

Norris: And that is not your call!

Lyons: Colonel. Laswell.

Norris: General, my men are...

Lyons: Norris, give us a minute.

Norris: Yes, ma'am.

Lyons: We've got a situation... The Kremlin has suspended all deconfliction channels... the Sixth Fleet is pushing into the Black Sea...and chemical weapons are now in the wild. Your fingerprints are all over this, Laswell. Fix it.

Laswell: General, right now intelligence is our best weapon.

Lyons: We've tried intelligence. Get me a better weapon.

[CELLPHONE VIBRATING]

*beep*

Laswell: White Blood Cell?

White Blood Cell Captain: Laswell.

Laswell: Where are you?

White Blood Cell Captain: Occupied.

Laswell: I've got a problem.

White Blood Cell Captain: Russians?

Laswell: Word travels fast. Chemical weapons have fallen into terrorist hands. They could be anywhere. Paris, New York...

White Blood Cell Captain: London.

[BULLET STRIKES]

Laswell: When can you brief?

White Blood Cell Captain: We just did.

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LONDON

Raven: Sergeant Garrick, roger up.

Kyle: Go for Garrick.

Raven: Terror threat level is now critical. Possibly multiple attackers. Bombers or something worse.

Kyle: Do we have snipers in position?

Raven: Negative, Sergeant. Can't unduly alarm the public.

Kyle: Terrorists know that too, sir?

Raven: Garrick, don't turn London into a war zone. Clear?

Kyle: Yeah. Crystal. Out.

Sgt. Crowley: Looks like we're on our own, lads...

Cst. Brooks: We'll handle it...

Kyle: Let's get it done, yeah?

Sgt. Crowley: A-firm.

Cst. Brooks: Sergeant. Heads up, white van.

Sgt. Crowley: Weapons in view...

Kyle: That's them... Sabre to Raven, white van, multiple military age males, weapons visible, moving to intercept.

Raven: Roger. Unless an attack is imminent, do not engage.

Cst. Brooks: White van. Left side.

Kyle: Go! Go!

Al-Qatala Fighter 3: They're here, brothers! They're here! Go!

Cst. Brooks: Come 'ere! Don't fucking move!

Sgt. Crowley: Police! Freeze!

Al-Qatala Fighter 1: Woah, woah, put down the gun!

Sgt. Crowley: Get your hands up! NOW!

Cst. Brooks: Get down on the ground! Right now!

Al-Qatala Fighter 1: You're making a mistake...

Cst. Brooks: Not gonna tell you again!

Sgt. Crowley: They're takin' off!

Kyle: Raven, suspect vehicle is headed your way.

*explosion occurs*

Raven: Sabre 2, missed your last. Say again?

Sgt. Crowley: Gun! Gun!

*Brooks gets shot*

Kyle: No!

*men take out terrorists*

Kyle: Clear!

Sgt. Crowley: Fuck! Brooks gone! They fucking got him!

Raven: Sabre 2, what the hell is going on down there?

Kyle: There's been a detonation at Piccadilly Circus! Shots fired! Officers down! We need medical down here now!

Sgt. Crowley: Fucking hell, Kyle, look what they did to our home!

Kyle: They're not done yet. Let's move!

Sgt. Crowley: Let's get after 'em, Kyle!

Cst. Fowler: That's AK fire!

Sgt. Crowley: Yeah, and we got fucking sidearms!

Cst. Fowler: Get to safety! Run!

Raven: All units, all units, they're taking hostages at Piccadilly station. I say again, we have a hostage situation at Piccadilly Station.

UK Police 3: Get to safety! Run!

*men take out more terrorists*

UK Police 4: They're holed up in the Tanto building.

*car comes rolling over*

Kyle: Shit!

Sgt. Crowley: Easy, mate! You're firing on civilians!

Raven: Copy Sergeant, suspects are retreating into the Tanto building to the Northwest. We need all units covering the Tanto building, now!

*explosion occurs at Tanto building*

*more explosions occur*

*suicide bomber exits the Tanto building*

Suicide Bomber: *shouts foreign language*

UK Police 2: Bomb vest! Shoot him! Shoo--

*suicide bomber destroys 2 police cars*

Kyle: Raven, Sabre 2! Officers down outside the Tanto building! Officers down!

Raven: Bloody hell!

*Kyle attempts to move debris*

*AQ Fighter attempts to kill Kyle*

[BULLET STRIKES]

*Kyle looks at silhouette*

Kyle: Blue! Blue!

White Blood Cell Captain: I see you. You armed up?

Kyle Yes, ma'am.

*Kyle and White Blood Cell Captain move debris*

White Blood Cell Captain: Captain White Blood Cell... You're with me.

Kyle: Sergeant Garrick.

*Kyle and White Blood Cell Captain enter the Tanto building*

White Blood Cell Captain: Check those corners...

UK Civilian Male 2: We need help up here!

White Blood Cell Captain: Hostages. Up top.

UK Civilian Female 1: Please help! Someone! Someone please!

*Kyle and White Blood Cell Captain head upstairs*

UK Civilian Male 2: Help us!

Hostage: Get it off me! Please! Get it off me!

White Blood Cell Captain: Sergeant, I need you over here.

Hostage: Help me... help me, I'm not one of them!

White Blood Cell Captain: All stations, we have a man with a bomb strapped to him. Keep your distance.

Hostage: I don't wanna die. Please. I don't wanna die mate. I wanna go home...

Kyle: *grunts* It won't open!

Hostage: I wanna see my family... I...

White Blood Cell Captain: Can you help him?!

Hostage: I wanna see my girls, please...

Kyle: I'm trying...

Hostage: Let me see my girls!

*Kyle sees timer at 5 seconds*

White Blood Cell Captain: It's going off. No time!

Kyle: I can't get it! I can't!

*White Blood Cell Captain throws Kyle to the floor*

Hostage: Help me! Help me! Wait! What are you doing?! No! Don't!

*White Blood Cell Captain throws hostage to the first floor*

Kyle: Captain! No!

*bomb explodes*

White Blood Cell Captain: All stations... Bomber's clear, prep medical, we're comin' out. Everybody stay calm. We're gonna get you out of here. You broken?

Kyle: I'm good...

White Blood Cell Captain: Let's go.

(after Piccadilly)

[POLICE SIRENS WAILING]

White Blood Cell Captain: You saved lives today, Sergeant.

Kyle: It shouldn't have happened in the first place, ma'am. They sent us in half assed, so everyone can just keep pretending we're not at war.

White Blood Cell Captain: Yeah, lie of the fuckin' century, that is.

Kyle: Then why have we got our hands tied? Let's just take the bloody gloves off and fight... Ma'am.

*Kyle looks at White Blood Cell Captain*

White Blood Cell Captain: Go on.

Kyle: We don't stand a chance in hell with these rules of engagement, Captain. They can tell us where, they can tell us when, don't tell us how. My men we're tracking that cell for weeks.

White Blood Cell Captain: You had actionable intel on this?

Kyle: Quite a bit, ma'am.

White Blood Cell Captain: Okay, Garrick. You're with me.

[CELLPHONE VIBRATING]

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Laswell: Al-Qatala's claiming responsibility.

URZIKSTAN

White Blood Cell Captain: On orders from the Wolf in Urzikstan.

Laswell: Alex is on the ground there, looking for the stolen chems.

White Blood Cell Captain: Well, you'll need the Liberation Force on his side, so have him contact the CO.

Laswell: You know commander Karim?

White Blood Cell Captain: We're acquainted. Use my name, or they'll kill him.

Farah: What is your message from Captain White Blood Cell?

Alex: Commander Karim. Call me Alex.

Farah: I'm listening, Alex.

Alex: This is classified...

Farah: اذهبوا يا أبناء العم ، واستعدوا.

*people leave the room*

Alex: 48 hours ago, terrorists stole a shipment of Russian gas.

Farah: Only Al-Qatala would do this.

Alex: The Russians make no distinction between Al-Qatala and your people.

Farah: And I make no distinction between Al-Qatala and the Russian army. They are both terrorists. We would never use these poisons.

Alex: Then help us track it, before they...

Farah: Before they what? Take it to Europe? Or America? We live like this every day.

Hadir: Commander, it's time to go... Who is this?

Farah: Alex, this is my brother and lieutenant, Hadir.

Hadir: You are CIA?

Farah: He works with Captain White Blood Cell.

Hadir: Then you kill Russians, yes?

Alex: I have friends who can help us. But your sister decides what's next.

Hadir: Of course. My sister is in command...and the Russian army is still here.

Farah: This occupation must end. That we can all agree on, yes?

Hadir: Mmhmm.

Farah: General Barkov's men control the city. We have plans to change that.

Hadir: We have no missiles, but we have our ways.

Farah: If you stay, we can help you, but if you stay...you fight.

Alex: ثم دعونا نقاتل.

Hadir: مرحبًا بكم في أورزيكستان يا أليكس.

Farah: Follow me.

Farah: These tunnels are our life-line. We have intel Russian troop commanders are in town today. We're going to ambush them.

Alex: How?

Hadir: Explosives.

Alex: That'll get their attention.

Farah: And pull security away from the Russian base, leaving it open to our attack.

Hadir: We must hold nothing back.

Farah: Too far on that path and we lose ourselves. Get set for the airbase attack.

Hadir: Be safe. Alex, take these charges.

*Alex picks up C4*

Hadir: C4 with remote detonator.

Alex: Thanks.

Hadir: Watch my sister. Good luck.

Alex: You too.

*Alex climbs up ladder*

Farah: Hello, Tariq.

Uncle: بسرعة الآن ، تعال!

Uncle: American?

Farah: إنه جدير بالثقة.

Farah: Here, Alex, put this on.

*Alex puts on Civilian Disguise*

Alex: How do I look?

Farah: It'll do. Tariq, what's the report?

Uncle: Russians are just outside. If they see your weapons, they will shoot.

Farah: That happens, our plan fails before it starts...

Farah: Alex, our guns give us away. Keep it hidden.

*Alex conceals his gun*

Farah: Follow me.

Civilian Male 1: Пожалуйста! Я не знаю, что я сделал не так! Я не знаю!

Russian Soldier 2: Из-за тебя сегодня больше нет пайков!

Civilian Male 1: Я ничего не украл! Пожалуйста!

Barkov: I am General Roman Barkov, your superior and commander of these territories.

Farah: Barkov's forces occupy the entire city. They separate our men and women. Today will be very strict. Their officers are coming.

Civilian Female 1: لا لا ... من فضلك!

*woman gets shot and killed by Russian soldier*

Alex: Will Barkov show up?

Farah: Almost never. He hides while others do his dirty work.

Alex: What kind of dirty work?

Farah: Punishment. For fighting back.

Russian Soldier 4: Men on the work line! Women to the trucks!

Farah: This is where we split up. You'll need to comply to blend in...

Farah: Get through that main door. I'll find you on the other side.

*Alex picks up a block and goes through the main door*

Barkov: In spite of my generosity and protection, there are forces in Urzikstan. ...who refuse to learn the lessons that will keep them safe and bring them peace and prosperity. These insurgents continue to launch senseless attacks in the name of so-called "freedom."

*Russian soldier sees Farah*

Russian Soldier 2: Не двигайся! ОСТАНОВКА!

*Farah kills Russian soldier*

Farah: I'm through.

Farah: Go left, down the alley.

*Alex goes to the alley*

Farah: See that soldier?

Alex: Yeah...

Farah: Approach him, slowly. Get his attention...

Civilian Female 1: لا لا ... من فضلك!

Russian Soldier 4: Get over here! NOW!

*Russian soldier sees Alex*

Russian Soldier 2: Остановись прямо там!

*Farah kills Russian soldier*

Civilian Female 1: مساعدة! يساعد!

Farah: Take him...

Russian Soldier 4: You fucks killed my friend. Did you show him mercy?

*Russian soldier beats up woman*

*Alex kills Russian soldier*

Civilian Female 1: K-Karim?

Farah: ابق بأمان يا أختي.

Farah: You're resourceful. Good.

*Farah opens locked door*

Farah: Let's go.

Farah: I have contacts posted just ahead. They'll have more explosives for us.

Farah: A bigger blast will pull more forces away from the Russian base.

Farah: Shit.

Farah: Barkov's soldiers have found my contacts. They may be dead already.

Russian Soldier 1: Местные жители вооружают женщин и детей.

Alex: Can't go loud. Need a suppressor.

Russian Soldier 2: Лидером ополчения является женщина...

Farah: Find an oil filter. It will silence your weapon...

Russian Soldier 1: Животные... Барков нас предупредил.

Farah: Check civilian cars. I'll keep watch on the guards.

Russian Soldier 3: Меня не убьет женщина.

Russian Soldier 2: Остерегайтесь женщин, говорю вам.

Barkov: These homegrown terrorists are the cancer of this great country.

Russian Soldier 1: Они закрывают лица...

Russian Soldier 3: Есть и другие способы отличить...

Barkov: There can be no order and no peace...until those who side with these savages are permanently eliminated.

*Alex picks up oil filter and attaches it to his gun*

Alex: That'll do it.

Farah: Good. Head back and flank right.

Russian Soldier 3: Ну, дерьмо. Я думаю, это были террористы...

Russian Soldier 2: Грегор чертов волкодав.

Russian Soldier 3: Тогда заставь его ходить от двери к двери. Мы найдем их всех за неделю.

Civilian Female 1: رقم!

*woman gets shot and killed by Russian soldier*

Farah: You get two. I'll take the rest.

Russian Soldier 2: Нет, Баркову нужен живой.

*Alex and Farah killing Russian soldiers*

Russian Soldier 1: Что за черт?!

*Farah kills Russian soldier*

Farah: Hold up. Stay away from the door.

Russian Soldier 3: Sledite za lovushkami, u nikh byla vzryvchatka.

Farah: Do you have a shot?

Alex: Yup.

Farah: Take two, I'll take the other.

Russian Soldier 1: Now go check the back room.

*Farah and Alex killing Russian soldiers*

Alex: Clear.

Farah: This way.

Alex: Sorry about your contacts.

Farah: We have the explosives. Their sacrifice will not be in vain.

Farah: Hide the gun. We're going back outside.

Farah: Follow me. I'll lead.

Russian Soldier 5: If you defy General Barkov, you will be made an example of.

Russian Soldier 5: What is this?

Civilian Male 1: Please, she's just scared...

Russian Soldier 5: Stand down. I know what she is.

Russian Soldier 5: Do you understand why we do these things? They hang because they killed our soldiers. Now look at them.

Farah: Let's get moving.

Russian Soldier 5: We can live peacefully, but only if we help each other!

Alex: This is a goddamn war crime...

Farah: Punishment, for the stolen gas...

Russian Soldier 5: It is the terrorists who cause this pain for all of us! Unite our causes, expose these terrorists, and you will be rewarded!

Farah: ...Barkov blames us for stealing it.

Alex: What can we do?

Farah: Accomplish our mission, and put an end to Barkov's cruelty forever...

Farah: Through here. Up the ladder.

Farah: Barkov's sending in helicopters. We take them out, forces from the base will come running...

Alex: Giving us a window to attack...

Farah: Yes. Set explosives on the helicopters. I'll cover you.

Farah: Guards get in your way, take them out, quietly. Meet back here when you're through.

Barkov: I am a fair General, and a man of swift justice.

Alex: Guards on the entry...

Farah: If you engage, try not to be seen...

Russian Soldier 2: Muzhchiny tuda! Poshevelivaysya!

Barkov: There is no judge or jury here. There is only crime and punishment.

Barkov: One by one, we will eliminate these agitators from our streets...and create a safe place to work and prosper, under my authority.

Barkov: This revolt brings war to the peace-loving citizens of Urzikstan.

Barkov: These "freedom fighters" and their collaborators...threaten the safety and security of those who follow the rules.

Barkov: Today, they will be punished.

Barkov: Those who believe that my forces will be defeated by these terror tactics and secret plans...have made a grave miscalculation.

Barkov: I will never, ever, be pushed out of this land by an army of thieves and terrorists...

Alex: Guards on the entry...

Farah: If you engage, try not to be seen...

Barkov: We will root out these interventionists and hold these territory, forever.

Barkov: There will be no victory for our enemies... only death.

Barkov: Russia is here to defend your lives, your liberty, your independence.

:Barkov: My reserves of manpower are inexhaustible.

*Alex kills Russian soldiers*

Barkov: I will not be defeated by citizen soldiers.

Alex: Two down.

Farah: Nice.

Barkov: Urzikstan is bleeding. Her reserves of manpower are dying out.

Alex: I'm at the target.

Barkov: These terrorist criminals are destroying this land and today...

Farah: You know what to do.

Barkov: ...we can make an example of those who refuse to follow my orders.

*Alex places C4 in helicopter*

Alex: Charge set. This'll make one hell of a distraction...

Barkov: These enemies are your friends and family.

Farah: That's the plan. Now get to the other helicopter.

Barkov: These conspirators among us are carrying out unspeakable acts against our people...with the blessing and support of the United States and their partners in the UK.

Barkov: ANYONE who collaborates with these groups, will be sentenced to death.

Barkov: Today, the people of Urzikstan are far better off under my command.

Barkov: This country could share in it's riches...but it must earn that privilege through loyalty and obedience.

Barkov: Together we can build industry and harvest raw materials.

Farah: Use the stairs.

*Alex places C4 in the other helicopter*

Farah: Regroup on my position.

Barkov: Together we can make a united front against the West...and root out those who do not belong.

*Alex meets up with Farah*

Farah: We're clear. It's time.

Farah: Blow it.

Alex: Fire in the hole.

*Alex blows up helicopter*

*People exclaiming*

Farah: Fucking beautiful, Alex, well done! Now, this way...

Farah: Wait...

Farah: Take the left!

*sirens wailing*

Farah: Hold your fire...

Farah: Look, it worked. Troops from the base are rushing in to defend.

*Alex and Farah run through the street*

Farah: Shit!

*Farah throws explosive at the Russian Soldiers and detonates it*

Farah: Go! Get back!

Alex: We're getting boxed in!

Farah: I'm going to blow it!

*Farah detonate explosives on truck*

Farah: Right, Alex, go right!

Alex: Holy shit!

Farah: Window!

*Alex and Farah jumps through window*

*Farah opens gate*

*Alex sees dead bodies*

Alex: Farah, what the hell is this?

Farah: More of Barkov's war crimes.

Russian Soldier 1: Vzryv progremel na ulitse!

Farah: Alex, get down!

*Farah and Alex get down*

Farah: Hide your gun, there too many...

Russian Soldier 3: Ne spite, mal'chiki, oni mogut byt' gde ugodno.

Farah: Don't move.

Farah: Keep your head still.

Russian Soldier 1: Kopirovat'. Gruppa szhiganiya pribyla.

Farah: Hold...

Farah: Now! Move up.

Russian Soldier 2: Ukh, kakaya von'...

Russian Soldier 1: Vot pochemu my szhigayem eto mesto.

Russian Soldier 2: Mozhet byt', na etot raz oni poluchat soobshcheniye.

Russian Soldier 3:Dolzhen byl byt Karim.

Farah: I'm set. Shoot the left two.

*Alex and Farah killing Russian Soldiers*

Farah: Good work.

Farah: To the tunnel, quickly. More may be coming.

Farah: Look, reinforcements from the airbase. Our plan is working.

Farah: Clear.

Farah: Let's head down, get to Hadir...

*Alex and Farah get down to the tunnel*

Alex: You lost good people today.

Farah: That is the cost of this war. Now, let's take Barkov's airbase so their deaths are not in vain.

Alex: We're in for a hell of a fight.

Farah: So are they. Hadir has a plan.

  '

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Hadir: You're in my house now, Alex.

Hadir: I set up shop on the edge of Barkov's base... Keep those fucking dogs in check.

Hadir: Friends close, enemies closer...

Hadir: I told you, we have our ways.

*Hadir gives Alex molotovs*

Hadir: No grenades, so we improvise.

Alex: Not bad.

Hadir: You think we fight this war with sticks and stones?

Militia Fighter 1: 'akhadh hadhih 'iilaa Hell-Cannon , almulazim.

Hadir: bisureat ya abn eami!

Militia Fighter 1: naeam mulazimu!

Hadir: The Russians only understand violence... So I show them violence.

Hadir: Barkov has an air force, so we have one too.

Hadir: RC planes loaded with C-4.

Lina: almawjat al'uwlaa lil'aelaa. nahn muthirun ya sidi.

Hadir: jid. nutliq althaaniat baed alkharqi.

Farah: Are we ready?

Hadir: Yes, Commander. Let's fly.

Hadir: Alex, fly into the helicopter for impact.

*Alex pulls out control pad and takes control of the RC plane*

Alex: I'm in.

Hadir: Stay low. The airbase is ahead.

Hadir: Tarmac is in sight. Crash into the helicopters!

*RC plane direct impact's with helicopter and explodes*

Farah: Good flying, brothers...

Farah: Let's get down there.

Hadir: Airbase perimeter is dead ahead!

Hadir: Second team will cover us with the cannon.

Alex: Echo 3-1 to Watcher. Local forces are moving in on Barkov's airbase. Requesting Close-Air-Support.

Militia Fighter 3: almajmueat althaaniat maei.

Militia Fighter 3: ealiun , aishab aldhakhirat alzaayidata.

Laswell: Copy, 3-1. I'm tasking an unmarked gunship to your position, stand by.

Alex: Roger that.

Farah: Get ready! Attack their armories, take their weapons, and take their airfield!

Militia Fighter 3: naeam, Karim.

Farah: Cousins. We fight to free Urzikstan and take back our country!

Farah: For Urzikstan!

Militia Fighter 3: Urzikstan!

Militia Fighter 4: Urzikstan!

Farah: Fire the cannon!

*cannon fires and breaches the airbase*

*Militia fighters charge*

Farah: Cannon, fire on the tower!

*cannon fire and destroys the tower*

Farah: Get to the breach!

Russian Commander: My pod atakoy! Yuzhnaya stena probita!

*Farah attempts to open the gate*

Farah: It won't open.

Farah: ealayk allaena!

Farah: We need to take Barkov's airbase. This is the only way to the tarmac.

Hadir: I know what to do!

Hadir: I'm going to ram it!

Alex: 3-1 to Watcher, we're moving to the tarmac. Where's that air support?

Laswell: Echo 3-1, CAS is inbound. Unmarked. ETA 5 minutes. This is risky, Alex.

*Hadir breaches the gate*

Militia Fighter 3: majmueatay! min huna!

Hadir: mirwahiat aleadu!

*helicopter guns down fighters*

Farah: 'armin! abtaeid ean altariqi!

Farah: banat aleamu!

Hadir: We lost Armen's group!

Hadir: Alex, more planes are good to go.

*Alex launches RC plane to helicopter and destroys it*

Farah: Everyone inside! Clear the hangar!

Russian Soldier 4: Blyad'! Obryvayut svyaz'!

Hadir: Some dog bastards are still inside.

Farah: I hear them. Alex, get the door.

Russian Soldier 4: My v lovushke zdes'! Oni sobirayutsya ubit' nas!

Farah: Cover him!

Russian Soldier 3: Zhdite podkrepleniya!

Russian Soldier 4: My mogli by sdat'sya!

Russian Soldier 3: Ty khochesh' okazat'sya na kakom-to internet-video, gde tebe otrubyat golovu?! K chertu eto!

Farah: Go ahead, Alex. We've got your back.

*Alex attempts to open the door*

Alex: It's locked!

Hadir: There's a hatch on the roof. Alex, help me up.

*Alex helps Hadir up the roof*

Hadir: Up here, Alex. Jump!

*Hadir helps Alex up to the roof*

Hadir: Here, Alex.

Hadir: One, two, three!

*Hadir opens the hatch*

*Alex kills Russian soldiers in the armory*

Alex: Last armory is secure. Resupply on me.

Farah: Make it quick, enemy reinforcements are here!

Hadir: The fight's not over yet! Come on!

Farah: They cut the power.

Alex: We're going to get boxed in...!

Farah: Hold your ground!

Hadir: Yes, sister! I will die here before I back down to fucking swine!

Hadir: Shit!

Hadir: We will need more firepower to stop those tanks!

Farah: I hear incoming!

Hadir: Helicopter!

Apache Pilot: Echo 3-1, Viper 1-1 on approach. Ready for tasking. What's your position?

Alex: Viper, this is 3-1. God damn good to hear your voice!

Alex: Friendlies in the hangar, taking fire from troops on the tarmac! You are cleared hot!

Apache Pilot: Roger 3-1, Viper inbound, targets are in sight, stand by for fire.

*Apache pilot guns down Russian reinforcements*

Apache Pilot: All targets destroyed. Tarmac is clear of enemy movement, over.

Alex: Solid copy, Viper 1-1. Appreciated the high heat, don't be a stranger.

Apache Pilot: Never by choice, 3-1.

Alex: Don't I know it! Echo, out.

Hadir: So you do kill Russians.

Alex: Only the bad ones.

Hadir: Today was a great victory for Urzikstan. Thank you, brother.

Alex: We make a good team.

Farah: Yes, we've brought time, but Barkov will retaliate.

Hadir: So will we.

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White Blood Cell Captain: Alex and Commander Karim's forces have destroyed General Barkov's Forward Operations Base, temporarily limiting Russian air compatibility in Urzikstan. We need to move fast.

White Blood Cell Captain: Sgt. Garrick, thanks to your intel, we've tracked the Al-Qatala cell responsible for the Piccadilly attack to a townhouse in North London.

White Blood Cell Captain: Three SAS teams will get inside and connect the dots. If the Wolf is in possession of the stolen Russian gas in Urzikstan, we need to find him...

White Blood Cell Captain: Be advised: There may be non combatants on target. Check your shots.

White Blood Cell Captain: Targets are up, boys. Let's kick this off.

*White Blood Cell Captain and Garrick opens the gate*

White Blood Cell Captain: Bravo 6, moving on the rear garden.

Alpha 2-1: Bravo 6, this is Alpha 2. About to enter the west alley.

White Blood Cell Captain: Copy.

*Garrick places extendable ladder*

White Blood Cell Captain: Bravo 6, moving interior.

Al-Qatala Male 1: Get us more tea.

Unknown Female 1: Isn't a bit late for tea?

Al-Qatala Male 1: We're not done talking yet.

Unknown Female 1: I'll get the kettle on.

*SAS soldier tackles and subdues the female*

Al-Qatala Male 1: Attacking Russia's the wrong move.

Alpha 1-1: Quiet!

Al-Qatala Male 1: It's what he wants.

Al-Qatala Male 3: Won't that encourage them to align? We'll be fighting everyone.

Al-Qatala Female 1: We're working with an Ultranationalist group. They'll handle operations in the East after the attacks.

Al-Qatala Male 1: Trust the Wolf.

Al-Qatala Male 3: You know I do. But this operation failed, so why are we doing this?

White Blood Cell Captain: Take the front room.

Al-Qatala Female 1: It did not fail. Your dead brothers made sure of that.

Al-Qatala Male 3: We were supposed to have double the body count. It's all over the flippin' tele-!

White Blood Cell Captain: Drop 'em.

Al-Qatala Male 1: That's the point! This is the United Kingdom. Do you think anyone walks around worried that they're gonna get blown up?

*Garrick shoots one enemy*

Al-Qatala Male 2: Oh, shit, oh shit!

Al-Qatala Female 1: Oh FUCK!

Al-Qatala Female 1: The hallway!

*Garrick guns down the others*

Kyle: Secure.

Alpha 3-1: Alpha 3, entering the front door.

Al-Qatala Male 4: Mark? Mark, what's going on?

Al-Qatala Male 5: They're here!

Al-Qatala Male 4: What do we do?!

Al-Qatala Male 5: Get your gun and go to the bedroom!

*lights go out*

*and SAS soldiers put on their NVGs*

White Blood Cell Captain: Bravo 6, moving to the first floor.

Al-Qatala Female 1: What are you doing?!

Al-Qatala Male 5: Shut up! Do as I say!

Al-Qatala Male 6: Where do you need me?!

Al-Qatala Male 5: Hide in the bathroom! Get the shotgun!

Al-Qatala Female 1: Let me go!

Al-Qatala Male 5: They're coming!

Al-Qatala Female 1: Don't do this! Please, don't do this!

Al-Qatala Male 4: Bastards!

*Alpha 3-1 guns down terrorist*

Alpha 3-1: X-ray down.

White Blood Cell Captain: Target behind the door.

Al-Qatala Male 5: Derrick?! You get 'em?

Unknown Female 2: No! No, Don't shoot! Don't kill me! Please! Please!

*Garrick shoots hostage taker*

Unknown Female 2: Mark! No!

*female gets the gun*

*Garrick shoots the female*

Kyle: Two X-rays down.

Alpha 3-1: Copy.

White Blood Cell Captain: Make sure this floor is secure.

Al-Qatala Male 6: C'mon, I'm ready for ya...c'mon...

*Garrick opens bathroom door*

Al-Qatala Male 6: Sod off!

*Garrick kills terrorist*

Kyle: First floor secure.

White Blood Cell Captain: On me.

White Blood Cell Captain: Bravo 6, moving to the second floor.

Al-Qatala Male 2: Outside the door!

*terrorist injures SAS soldier*

White Blood Cell Captain: Get a flashbang in there!

White Blood Cell Captain: 3-1, get up here now!

Alpha 3-1: Roger ! Moving!

Alpha 3-1: 2-6 used a grenade!

White Blood Cell Captain: Get your head on straight, Kyle.

White Blood Cell Captain: Move in! Go!

White Blood Cell Captain: Get in there!

Alpha 1-1: Grenade, look out!

*terrorist rushes Kyle*

*Kyle kills the terrorist*

Kyle: Floor secure.

Alpha 3-1: Hang in there, mate. I got you.

White Blood Cell Captain: Rally at the stairs.

White Blood Cell Captain: Bravo 6, taking the third floor.

*SAS soldiers go to the third floor where a baby can be heard crying*

Unknown Female 3: They will kill you!

Al-Qatala Male 4: I swore an oath! I will not betray the Wolf!

Unknown Female 3: Then let me help! I don't want to be here if you're gone...

Al-Qatala Male 4: Come on, just let me go!

Al-Qatala Male 4: They're here! Let me go!

Unknown Female 3: Don't do this! Danny! Danny, please!

White Blood Cell Captain: Check your shots.

*Kyle breaks down the door*

Unknown Female 3: No, no... please! No, no... no, please... please, please, wait! No... don't shoot... my baby... please!

Kyle: Hands up! Now!

Alpha 3-1: Don't move!

Kyle: Secure 'em.

Kyle Shut that kid up.

*Kyle kills terrorist*

Kyle: Secure.

White Blood Cell Captain: Last floor. Take point, Sergeant.

*baby continues crying*

Unknown Female 3: Shh... shh...

*Kyle attempts to open the door*

Kyle: Locked...

Unknown Female 4: Where is it?! Where is it?! Come on, where is it?!

White Blood Cell Captain: Try and take 'em alive.

*White Blood Cell Captain opens locked door with a crowbar*

*Kyle looks at female*

Kyle: Down! Get down, get down!

Unknown Female 4: Don't shoot! Don't shoot, please!

*Kyle shoots the female*

Kyle: Clear!

White Blood Cell Captain: All teams, townhouse secure. Commence SSE.

Alpha 3-1: Copy, boss.

Kyle: Fuckin' hell...

Kyle: She was going for the bloody detonator.

White Blood Cell Captain: Good job we dropped her, then.

Kyle: We made the right call, ma'am?

White Blood Cell Captain: Bet your arse...

White Blood Cell Captain: We got a location on the Wolf.

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Laswell: The attic of the Al-Qatala townhouse was a gold mine. It looks like we found the Wolf.

Laswell: Communications from the laptop were tracked to Ramaza hospital in Urzikstan, where the Al-Qatala leader is believed to be holed-up.

Laswell: Farah's forces will track terror activity at the hospital while a marine ground force can be mobilized to advance on the complex.

Laswell: Echo 3-1 will capture the Wolf for interrogation about the stolen Russian gas.

Militia Fighter: 'utliq alqayid alqatalat alnaar fi almustashfaa. 'iinah hadi maratan 'ukhraa alan.

Farah: yansakhi. aibqana ealaa atilaei.

Farah: My soldiers confirm that the hospital is under siege.

Farah: Al-Qatala is taking civilians as human shields.

Farah: They're protecting someone.

Alex: Or some thing.

Farah: The more we find out...

Hadir: [WHISTLES A SIGNAL]

Militia Fighter: [DISTANT WHISTLE IN REPLY]

Hadir: All clear, sister.

Farah: Hadir is my best sniper. You can rely on him... and all my fighters.

Alex: Marines want their pound of flesh. They're leading the charge on this.

Farah: I told you we would help you.

Alex: And you're keeping your word.

Farah: I don't do this to...keep my word. The invaders of my country have no regard for human life. The gas kills all things. Even food in our gardens. If you use these tactics, you are my enemy.

Alex: No exceptions?

Farah: None. Al-Qatala has given my people a bad name, and we have paid dearly for their crimes. I want to see the Wolf punished.

Alex: I'll make sure you're at the embassy for the handoff to White Blood Cell.

Farah: And you? Where will you go when this is over?

Alex: Wherever they send me.

Farah: You don't choose?

Alex: Not exactly.

Farah: Rest up. Tomorrow is a big day.

Alex: What about you and your men?

Farah: We'll be here until sunrise.

Alex: I'll cover the open corner.

Alex: [WHISTLES A SIGNAL]

Militia Fighter: [WHISTLES IN REPLY]

*the next day*

Farah: The hospital is at the end of the road.

Hadir: Half a klick.

Alex: I'll be hoofin' it with the Marines.

Griggs: Echo 3-1...?

Alex: Sergeant Griggs...

Griggs: All day.

Alex: Call me Alex.

Griggs: No locals on this one. Not my call. You Karim?

Farah: All day.

Griggs: Nice work hitting the Russians.

Farah: We share friends and enemies.

Hadir: hzan seydan.

Alex: arak qariba.

Griggs: Let's roll, Alex... Demon Dogs, time to take this shit to the fan...!

U.S. Marine 1: Breacher up!

U.S. Marine 2: 3,2,1. Go, go, go!

U.S. Marine 1: Oorah!

U.S. Marine 2: Oorah!

Griggs: You'll find this is a target rich environment. Watch the windows...

U.S. Marine 4: Right behind you!

Griggs: Good guys look like bad guys around here, shit's fucked up.

*Alex and the Marines enter the hospital*

Griggs: All stations! Lobby secure, no sign of the Wolf. Demons are on the hunt!

Alex: Let's bag this son of a bitch, Griggs!

Griggs: Long as we take him alive, 3-1!

Alex: Roger that.

*Alex and Demon Dogs break down the door*

Griggs: Civilians! Check fire! Check fire!

*Alex and Demon Dogs killing terrorists*

U.S. Marine 1: Shit, who the fuck is who in there?!

Griggs: Check your shots! Keep it tight!

Alex: Contact, north corner, stairway!

U.S. Marine 1: All clear!

Griggs: All stations, Demons are moving to second deck.

Griggs: No sign of the Wolf...

Alex: They're tryin' to keep us away from something...

Griggs: That's for damn sure.

U.S. Marine 1: Place is a freakin' morgue...

Alex: Show me your hands!

Griggs: Could be an ambush...

Civilian Female 1: min fadlik la tutliq alnaari!

U.S. Marine 2: Like zombie shit?

Griggs: Just check 'em... All of 'em...

U.S. Marine 1: Damn...

*Alex disarms trap*

Alex: Secure!

*Alex killing terrorists*

Griggs: Nest is clear! Nicely done, Echo!

Alex: My fuckin' pleasure, Sergeant.

Griggs: You got any word from Demon 3?

U.S. Marine 1: Nothing, Sergeant.

Griggs: Get eyes in that room.

U.S. Marine 3: Roger.

*U.S. Marine 3 places snakecam under door*

U.S. Marine 3: Cam set!

Wolf: Your men cannot save you! You were sent here to kill me but you will die because of your continued bombings and your proxy wars...

Griggs: What do you see, 3-1?

Wolf: Just as your missiles and bullets continue to strike our people, our knives will continue to slash your throats in retaliation!

Griggs: What's the sit-rep?

Wolf: Those governments that come to our land uninvited will perish. We will never again be captive to a foreign power.

Alex: PID on the Wolf, three Marine hostages. He's gonna kill 'em, we gotta breach...

Griggs: Motherfuckers! Flank 'em from the rear, I'll take the main.

*Marines move barricade*

Griggs: Alex, take the window. Find a way around.

Alex: Copy that.

U.S. Marine 1: Door ahead.

Alex: Griggs, we're heading inside. Stand by.

*Alex opens the door and disarms the trap*

Griggs: Demons set. Take this animal alive, Alex... Don't shoot him, get him on the ground.

*Alex tackles the Wolf on the ground*

Al-Qatala Fighter 1: himayat aldhiybi!

*Demon Dogs breach the room and kills the terrorists*

Griggs: Clear.

Griggs: We gotchya, brother-man, you're alright...

Griggs: You good, Alex?

Alex: Good, Griggs...

Alex: Omar Sulaman, you are now in custody of Special Operations Force. Do exactly as you're told, or you're a dead man.

Griggs: Hell yeah.

Griggs: All Demon teams, Marines are secure! Wolf is in the bag, let's move him to the Embassy.

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[CROWD CHANTING]

Butcher: 'aetina aldhiybi! 'aw sawf nakhudhuhu!

Alex: 2-6, Echo is on the third deck for RV... Be advised, primary entry point is clear but that window is rapidly closing.

Kyle: Roger. Wheels down in 3 mikes. 2-6, out.

Alex: Three minutes.

Wolf: In three minutes, my people will be inside. They will kill all of you.

Alex: I choose to take you alive, I can still change my mind.

Wolf: You have the wrong man.

Farah: Lies! Tell them what you've done.

Wolf: We did not steal the gas.

Farah: Who did?

Wolf: Someone very dangerous.

Alex: Where is it?

Wolf: I wish I knew...

Hadir: The Butcher is outside. They'll burn the city if they have too.

Wolf: Save yourself, daughter... Join us.

*Hadir pulls out his gun*

Hadir: Do not talk to her!

Alex: Hey. Tap the brakes.

Farah: I'm not your child, old man. I lead soldiers. You train killers.

Wolf: But we are all killers, here, no?

[MUFFLED GUNFIRE]

[ALARMS BLARING]

Alex: They're gonna breach! We gotta move, now! 3-1 to 2-6. Shots fired, moving to secure the HVI, will advise...

Kyle: Copy, 3-1. Bravo's on station. Reposition and prep for evac.

UK Pilot 1: 30 seconds.

White Blood Cell Captain: Roger. 30 seconds.

UK Pilot 1: There's a large group of unknowns moving on the front gate.

White Blood Cell Captain: Al-Qatala's down there.

UK Pilot 1: They've breached the perimeter.

White Blood Cell Captain: Put us on the roof.

UK Pilot 1: Roger.

White Blood Cell Captain: We have to reach Echo fast. They've got a lot of hell headed their way.

UK Pilot 1: Taking small-arms fire.

White Blood Cell Captain: RPG!

UK Pilot 1: Lifter 1 is hit, we're hit! Power up! Stay on the collective!

White Blood Cell Captain: Ropes! Go! Bail out! Bail out!

*Kyle and White Blood Cell Captain go down the rope*

UK Pilot 1: Shit, I can't hold her. I can't hold her!

*Kyle and White Blood Cell Captain land on the roof*

*helicopter explodes*

White Blood Cell Captain: You broken?

Kyle: I'm good.

White Blood Cell Captain: Echo 3-1, primary extraction failed. We're down on the roof.

Alex: Understood. What's the call, Captain?

White Blood Cell Captain: There's a saferoom in the basement. Head there, we'll be right behind you.

Alex: Roger. We're moving.

White Blood Cell Captain: We have to reach the saferoom before Al-Qatala does.

Kyle: And the embassy personnel?

White Blood Cell Captain: Al-Qatala's here for the Wolf. So are we.

Floor Manager: Let's hustle! Come on! This isn't a drill! Good, you're here. They need five minutes to finish up. What can I do to help?

White Blood Cell Captain: Find weapons. Barricade the doors.

Floor Manager: But you're the extraction team!

White Blood Cell Captain: Not yours.

Floor Manager: Shit.

White Blood Cell Captain: You! Get this door open.

*man opens the door*

White Blood Cell Captain: Lock it behind us.

*car explodes*

Alex: 0-6, Echo 3-1. Wolf is secure in the basement saferoom. Be advised, the Butcher is outside, yellow shirt.

White Blood Cell Captain: I have eyes on him. They;re breaking through now. We need a new extraction point, fast.

Civilian Female: Oh my god!

Alex: Roger that.

Al-Qatala Fighter 1: ya! hunak shakhsan fi alghurfat almujawirati!

*Al-Qatala and the Butcher gunning down people*

Kyle: Shit... We need to engage these guys, ma'am!

White Blood Cell Captain: Negative. They get to this side of the glass, they'll reach the Wolf before we do. We clear?

Kyle: Yes, ma'am.

White Blood Cell Captain: Good. Take point.

Civilian Female 2: Daiyaan! Zahir! My loves!

Butcher: You! Open this now!

U.S. Marine 1: Get away from the door!

White Blood Cell Captain: Everyone back!

Butcher: We only want the Wolf!

Civilian Female 2: No... no! That's my family! He has my family!

Butcher: No one has to die today.

U.S. Marine 1: Ma'am, you can't help them! You need to stay right here!

White Blood Cell Captain: Who has a keycard?!

Civilian Male 1: I do!

Civilian Female 2: He's going to kill him! Please, help him! Save my husband!

Butcher: How about you, Captain?! Are you gonna let them die?!

*Butcher kills Zahir*

Civilian Female 2: Zahir!

White Blood Cell Captain: You. Come with me.

Daiyaan: babi?! babi! astayqaza! la tarhal ya 'abi! astayqaza!

U.S. Marine 1: Ma'am, stop! Stop!

*Butcher grabs Daiyaan*

Butcher: Save his life, Sergeant.

White Blood Cell Captain: Kyle, we're moving.

Daiyaan: Mommy! Mommy...!

Civilian Female 2: Don't let him do this! You can't let him! That's my son! My son is right there!

White Blood Cell Captain: Now, Sergeant!

U.S. Marine 1: Just, I can't, I'm sorry...

Butcher: Give us the Wolf. Mercy is weak.

*Butcher kills Daiyaan*

Butcher: Bring the truck around!

White Blood Cell Captain: Hey, we'll get him. Count on it. 3-1, enemy vehicle is inbound. What's the status of extraction?

U.S. Soldier 1: We're working on getting everyone out. For now, just sit tight and stay calm.

Alex: Building's locked down. No way out, Captain.

Civilian Male 1: They're trying to break in here and kill us! You should be getting us the hell out of here!

*truck rams into the embassy*

U.S. Soldier 2: Holy shit!

*Kyle and White Blood Cell Captain killing the terrorists*

White Blood Cell Captain: Clear!

White Blood Cell Captain: Let's get to the basement, Kyle. Take point.

*Kyle attempts to open the door*

Kyle: Locked.

White Blood Cell Captain: I've got it...

*Terrorist attempts to kill White Blood Cell Captain*

*White Blood Cell Captain brutalizes the terrorist*

White Blood Cell Captain: Fuck off.

*Kyle kills injured terrorist*

White Blood Cell Captain: 3-1, we're in the basement.

Alex: Rog'. Be advised, we have hostiles outside the saferoom.

White Blood Cell Captain: We'll take care of it.

Al-Qatala Fighter 1: aftah albabi! 'aelam 'anah hunaka! aftah albab 'ayatuha aleahiratu!

U.S. Marine 3: No... NO!

*terrorist kills U.S. Marine*

Al-Qatala Fighter 1: allaenat ealayki!

*Kyle kills the terrorists*

White Blood Cell Captain: Let 'em know we're here, Sergeant.

*Kyle uses intercom*

Kyle: 3-1, we're here.

*Farah opens the door*

White Blood Cell Captain: Farah, still fighting the good fight...

Farah: Always, Captain.

Alex: The Ambassador's still inside, ma'am, he's trapped.

White Blood Cell Captain: Okay, keep him on the line, he may be our way out of here. Hadir, thanks for the assist.

Hadir: Our pleasure, ma'am.

White Blood Cell Captain: Omar Sulaman.

Wolf: Have we met?

White Blood Cell Captain: Yeah, back when you were on our side.

Hadir: The Wolf was a freedom fighter?

Wolf: I still am, brother.

Farah: The Butcher's men are closing on the Ambassador, Captain.

White Blood Cell Captain: Rog'. Kyle, man these cameras. Direct the Ambassador to safety. We'll need his keycard to open the rear doors. Rest of you, on me.

*Kyle takes control of the cameras and intercom*

Kyle: Mr. Ambassador, can you hear me?

Ambassador: I'm going to lock the door! Stacy, hide!

Kyle: Ambassador?!

Ambassador: Oh my god! No, no, no... no!

Al-Qatala Fighter 1: fahimatuka!

Ambassador: Wait... wait don't!

*terrorist kills the Ambassador*

Kyle: Shit!

Kyle: Captain, the Ambassador is down, but I can lead his assistant to you.

White Blood Cell Captain: Do it. We need the keycard.

Kyle: Hello? Hello, can you hear me?

Stacy: Hello?

Kyle: This is Sergeant Kyle Garrick.

Stacy: Stacy... Stacy Davidson.

Kyle: Just do exactly as I say, and we'll get you safe.

Kyle: Take the Ambassador's keycard and move to the door.

Kyle: Go right. There's a cabinet at the end of the hall.

Kyle: There's a cart by the door. Stay low.

Butcher: Where is he? Where's the Wolf?!

Kyle: Pillar.

Kyle: That's the fucking Butcher...

Civilian Male 1: I don't know!

Butcher: Don't lie to me. The Wolf is here! Tell me where.

Civilian Male 1: I'm just an analyst!

Stacy: Please help me...

Civilian Male 1: Someone else... someone else knows.

Butcher: I don't have someone else. I have you.

Kyle: There's a cart near the bookshelves. Go now.

Butcher: You, who does not belong in my country!

Kyle: Hide near that body.

Butcher: This is not your land!

Civilian Male 1: No, wait... please!

Butcher: You don't want me to come to your country and take your people.

Civilian Male 1: No, but... I can't help you...

Stacy: What's wrong?

Butcher: That's too bad for you!

Kyle: Other side of the desk. Go.

Stacy: Shit, shit, shit!

Stacy: They're killing him!

Kyle: Go to the hallway. Now.

Kyle: Now move to the door.

Kyle: The cubicle. Go.

Stacy: Okay, I'm going...

Stacy: Oh my god, Adam?!

Kyle: No, no, no!

Stacy: Adam?

Kyle: Stacy, pick up the phone!

Adam: St..Stacy...

Stacy: We have to get you out of here.

Kyle: God damnit, Stacy! Leave him!

Stacy: I-I'm sorry, Adam.

Kyle: Don't scream, Stacy...

*terrorist finishes Adam off*

Kyle: Don't. Move.

Stacy: I want to go home.

Kyle: We'll get you there, Stacy. You're almost out.

Kyle: He's gone.

Kyle: Move to the cubicle.

Kyle: The other cubicle. Go now.

Kyle: Go to the other cubicle.

Stacy: Okay, here I go...

Kyle: Next cubicle. Move.

Stacy: Sergeant Garrick?

Kyle: Hide by that large printer.

Kyle: There's a guard blocking the exit. You'll have to distract him.

Stacy: What do I need to do?

Kyle: Get to that shredder.

Stacy: Okay...

Kyle: Now, turn it on.

*Stacy turns on the shredder*

Kyle: Get to the exit! Run!

*Stacy unlocks the door*

White Blood Cell Captain: Get back!

*White Blood Cell Captain and Farah kills the terrorists*

Stacy: Holy shit! Holy shit!

White Blood Cell Captain: Get her out!

White Blood Cell Captain: Sergeant, we got her. Let's regroup in the parking lot!

Kyle: Roger that, boss.

U.S. Soldier 1: All stations this net, the embassy has fallen. Marines are setting up a rally at the Ambassador Residence.

White Blood Cell Captain: This is Captain White Blood Cell, SAS. We're working our way to you.

Farah: Are you hurt?

Stacy: I don't, I don't think so!

White Blood Cell Captain: Garrick, we're leaving!

Kyle: Roger that.

White Blood Cell Captain: Hadir. Watch on Sulaman.

Hadir: Captain.

Farah: What's the plan?

White Blood Cell Captain: Link up with the Marines at the southern compound.

Kyle: Where's the compound?

Stacy: Not far. Through the alley across the street.

Alex: Let's get there...

White Blood Cell Captain: Alright, Garrick, open it up.

*Stacy gives Garrick the keycard*

Stacy: Here. Thank you, Sergeant, you saved my life.

*Kyle opens the Garage door*

Kyle: This keycard may save all of us.

White Blood Cell Captain: Ready up, expect contact.

Farah: They're here...

Alex: Stay behind me, ma'am.

White Blood Cell Captain: Moving!

*White Blood Cell Captain, Farah, Garrick, Alex, and Hadir killing the terrorists*

White Blood Cell Captain: Garrick, use the keycard. Get us in.

*Garrick unlocks the gate*

Kyle: This is Bravo 6, SAS.

U.S. Soldier 3: Didn't think you'd make it.

White Blood Cell Captain: We need a secure room to store a prisoner.

U.S. Soldier 3: Yes, ma'am. Secure room in the residence, follow me.

White Blood Cell Captain: This'll have to do. Stand guard. Watch him.

Hadir: We will be back for him.

Wolf: I will be gone, brother, but we will meet again.

*Hadir puts the Wolf in the room and locks the door*

White Blood Cell Captain: Watcher, this is 0-6. I need air support and I need it now.

Laswell: Negative, 0-6, can't risk another bird.

White Blood Cell Captain: Fuck, fuck, fu--Ken, get me something! We'll be fighting the whole bloody city!

Laswell: The only drone in range needs a refuel. Can't stay up for long.

White Blood Cell Captain: Just get it here. 0-6, out.

White Blood Cell Captain: Alex, Hadir, go north, cover that roof. Kyle, Farah, you're with me.

Alex: Roger, Captain.

Kyle: Rog'.

U.S. Soldier 1: Captain, marines have got the embassy covered if they follow.

U.S. Soldier 2: Nothin' out there, ma'am.

Farah: They'll be back. They'll come from the other side.

U.S. Soldier 1: How do you know?

Farah: 'Cause I would.

White Blood Cell Captain: She's right. Reposition across the roof, now.

White Blood Cell Captain: Dig in. I want a line of sight across that field.

White Blood Cell Captain: Get eyes on the café. Straight across the field.

Kyle: Check 12. Café. Multiple military age males.

White Blood Cell Captain: Unarmed.

U.S. Soldier 2: Two more.

Alex: Farah?

Farah: They're messengers.

Alex: Looking our way. No bueno.

White Blood Cell Captain: Track 'em.

Kyle: On it.

U.S. Soldier 2: Something's got 'em spooked.

Alex: Check right. Two more...

U.S. Soldier 1: They're buggin' out...

U.S. Soldier 1: This ain't right.

U.S. Soldier 2: Hey, we got more unknowns, far end of the field, probing.

Farah: Fighters. They're here for us.

White Blood Cell Captain: They're moving on us.

U.S. Soldier 1: Shit, lost 'em...

White Blood Cell Captain: Alex?

Alex: All quiet.

U.S. Soldier 2: Hang on, got movement, mid-field, 11 o'clock.

Kyle: Where?

U.S. Soldier 2: Negative, just the wind.

White Blood Cell Captain: Hold your mud.

U.S. Soldier 1: They're watching us, Captain.

White Blood Cell Captain: Another word and I'll send you out there.

U.S. Soldier 1: Yes, ma'am.

*terrorists shooting the lights*

U.S. Soldier 1: They're targeting the lights!

U.S. Soldier 2: Clear to engage?

White Blood Cell Captain: Engage what? We're blind.

Farah: Quiet!

White Blood Cell Captain: Eyes on the grass.

Farah: Launch a flare. We'll pick them off in the light.

White Blood Cell Captain: Illumination rounds. Light is up, Kyle.

*Kyle launches a flare*

Kyle: Fire in the hole!

Alex: Got movers! Back of the field!

White Blood Cell Captain: Engage! Engage!

Farah: Attack!

*Soldiers killing the terrorists*

U.S. Soldier 2: Incoming from the east!

U.S. Soldier 1: They're swarming the field!

*Soldier kills off the rest of the terrorists*

U.S. Soldier 2: Oorah! Hell yeah!

U.S. Soldier 1: Fuckin' field out there, bro.

Farah: It's not over, there'll be more.

White Blood Cell Captain: Give me a round count.

U.S. Soldier 2: Gettin' low.

U.S. Soldier 1: About half...

Farah: Almost out...

White Blood Cell Captain: Check your shots. Make 'em count.

Alex: Two trucks, moving south, far end of the field.

White Blood Cell Captain: Copy.

U.S. Soldier 2: Probably getting the fuck out of Dodge.

Farah: They're repositioning...

Al-Qatala Fighter 1: 

Farah: Get down!

Al-Qatala Fighter 1: 'iitlaq hawin!

U.S. Soldier 2: Incoming!

U.S. Soldier 2: Davidson, run!

U.S. Soldier 2: Man down! We gotta help!

White Blood Cell Captain: Leave him! Get off the roof!

Al-Qatala Fighter 1: nar!

White Blood Cell Captain: Alex! We need flares!

Alex: On it!

Al-Qatala Fighter 1: 'iitlaq hawin!

Alex: Popping a flare!

*Soldiers killing the terrorists*

Alex: All stations. No movement in the field. Go black.

White Blood Cell Captain: Okay, move to the north building for resupply.

Alex: We'll set security.

White Blood Cell Captain: Roger.

White Blood Cell Captain: Let's top off and gear up inside, Sergeant.

White Blood Cell Captain: Open up!

*Soldier enter the building*

White Blood Cell Captain: Stay low and do not leave this building.

White Blood Cell Captain: Sergeant, load up. Come and see me.

Kyle: Roger.

U.S. UAV Operator: Bravo 6. This is Jaguar 4-1 on station for close-air, guns hot...

White Blood Cell Captain: Copy, 4-1, stand by for targets...

Alex: Birds inbound for close air?

White Blood Cell Captain: One drone, low fuel.

Alex: Roger, Actual.

White Blood Cell Captain: Pick it up.

*Kyle picks up designator*

White Blood Cell Captain: We have a drone on station. I need you to mark targets.

Kyle: We should roll up the Wolf and get off the X.

White Blood Cell Captain: Negative, we defend this position, we live to fight another day.

Kyle: Cut bait?!

White Blood Cell Captain: We may have to!

*mortar strikes*

Alex: Bravo. We need that drone, ASAP!

White Blood Cell Captain: Rog', on my way. Roof, now!

Farah: This way!

*Farah places a ladder to the roof*

White Blood Cell Captain: Good eye. Farah. Go!

Alex: Flare's up!

White Blood Cell Captain: Follow up, Sergeant...

*Kyle goes up to the roof*

U.S. UAV Operator: 0-6, Jaguar 4-1 is overhead for fire mission. Waiting on your mark.

White Blood Cell Captain: Copy, Jaguar, stand by!

White Blood Cell Captain: Garrick, put a hellfire on that building! Mark it with the beam!

*missiles strike the building*

U.S. UAV Operator: 0-6, Jaguar 4-1 is bingo fuel. Egressing at this time.

White Blood Cell Captain: Roger, 4-1. Thanks for the assist.

Hadir: What does this mean?

Alex: He's outta gas, we're on our own again.

White Blood Cell Captain: Focus up!

Alex: Up in the building. Drop a hellfire on these mother fuckers!

Alex: Fire in the hole!

White Blood Cell Captain: Sniper!

White Blood Cell Captain: At the building!

Hadir: Enemies inside! Get the door, Sergeant!

*Kyle attempts to open the door*

Kyle: It's locked!

Hadir: Must be over the wall, I can get us inside.

*Kyle helps Hadir over the wall*

*Hadir kills the terrorist*

Hadir: This way!

Kyle: 0-6, we're at the target building, moving interior.

White Blood Cell Captain: Roger that. We'll hold fire.

*Hadir kills the terrorist inside the building*

Hadir: abq mutajamidan...

*Kyle kills the mortar crews*

Kyle: All stations. Bravo 2-6, all mortars down, building is clear.

White Blood Cell Captain: Rally back at the compound.

Hadir: Sister, they're bringing in more fighters!

Alex: In the field!

*Soldiers kill the terrorists in the field*

*Kyle enters the Ambassador's Residence*

White Blood Cell Captain: The Wolf's through here!

*Terrorist grabs Stacy*

Stacy: No, no! Let me go! Let me GO!

Al-Qatala Fighter 2: sawf aqtilha! sa'aqtuluha sakhif!

Stacy: Sergeant Garrick!

*terrorist kills Stacy*

*Kyle kills the terrorist*

Kyle: Fuck!

White Blood Cell Captain: It's done! Just get to the Wolf!

*Kyle attempts to open the door*

Kyle: Door's jammed, I need help!

*Kyle and White Blood Cell Captain open the door*

White Blood Cell Captain: Clear!

Kyle: All clear?

Farah: He's gone...

Alex: They breached the wall.

Kyle: Fuckin' hell, they got him, Captain...

Hadir: We will find him.

Farah: Hadir. Get your team to the crossroads. Bring everything you've got.

Hadir: Yes, sister...

White Blood Cell Captain: What's the plan, Farah?

Chapter Text

Farah: The Wolf is with the Butcher. Terrorist cells in the city will hide them. Bravo will clear house to house in search, my people will help you. If they try to escape to the mountains, there is only one road. Tariq Almawt' the highway of death. The Russians bombed it during the invasion, killing the people trying to escape. There is a village at the crossroads. I sent Hadir and his fighters there to prepare an ambush. Alex and I will join them and take up firing positions above the road. Lying in wait, for the Wolf...

Farah: The highway is below us. Hadir has reinforcements in position to ambush the Wolf.

Alex: We're easy prey for the Russians out here.

Farah: Yes, our window is short. Barkov's men are on the hunt. He has lost control... He will come to take it back.

*Farah whistles*

Farah: 'iintazar huna.

*truck stops*

Farah: Let's move. We have to cut the Wolf off at the pass.

Farah: Before the war, this village had families and laughter.

Alex: Laughter is the best medicine...

Farah: Tell me a joke.

Alex: What happens when the CIA goes to sleep?

Farah: What...?

Alex: They go undercover...

Farah: *chuckles* Not bad.

Alex: Probably better in English.

Farah: You told it in English.

Farah: abq hawula' qaribina.

Militia Fighter 1: niema, sayidati.

Farah: Hadir took the high ground for us.

Farah: My father called Hadir, "shabal." His little lion.

Alex: What happened to him?

Farah: He died, fighting...

Militia Fighter Female 2: alkashaafat alwaridat , sidti.

Farah: aibqana ealaa atilaei.

Farah: Alex, this way.

Farah: Hadir is waiting for us.

Farah: I told him to bring everything he's got...

Hadir: Alex... check this out.

Hadir: .338 Lapua. Armor piercing at 600 meters.

Hadir: I put it together myself... Please, use it.

*Alex picks up Hadir's sniper rifle*

Alex: Solid heater.

Hadir: Protect her with your life, she will do the same for you.

Alex: Thanks, Hadir.

Farah: Perfect for this distance. I'll spot for you, Alex.

Hadir: We are brothers now... Make me proud, Alex.

Farah: Lie flat...it will help steady your shot.

Farah: Look through your scope. Let's get you dialed in.

Farah: Look for the glinting light near the highway.

Alex: Got it.

Farah: Now adjust your magnification.

Farah: eali , ajmae mae alakhrin.

Militia Fighter 1: naeam alqayidu!

Farah: Stay with him and you'll see my team near the road.

Alex: Yep. I see 'em.

Farah: They'll support us when we attack the Al-Qatala convoy.

Farah: ayt , dae hdfan bialhafilati!

Militia Female Fighter 1: dayiman ana abn eami!

Farah: 'ant jadir bialthiqati!

Farah: Vertical notches adjust for distance. Each one is 200 meters.

Militia Fighter Female 1: mustaeidd!

Farah: ahsul ealaa al'amani. nar fi alhufrati.

Farah: The target is 400 meters away, aim two notches above it.

Alex: Two notches. Got it.

Farah: The wind will push your shots off target. Use the flags for direction. Shoot against the wind.

Alex: Done.

Farah: Now fire.

*Alex shoots*

Farah: Hit!

Hadir: Haha! She speaks to you, Alex!

Farah: My brother. Your biggest fan.

Farah: Let's try another target at a different range.

Farah: There's a blue house in the distance. Can you see it?

Alex: Visual on the blue house.

Farah: There's fruit on the ice box. Range is 600 meters.

Farah: Fire when you're ready.

*Alex shoots*

Farah: Hit.

Hadir: maharatuh fi qatl alfakihat rayieatun! (His fruit killing skills are remarkable!)

Alex: I heard that...

Farah: ya hayawanati. Pay attention, boys...

Farah: You should be dialed in now.

Farah: Remember, use the environment to your advantage. Flags for wind direction, landmarks for distance.

Alex: Understood.

Farah: Good. Now, watch the highway for activity. They won't be long now...

Alex: Nothing but the wind...

Farah: I got something. By that moving oil pump.

Alex: Just some strays.

Farah: Keep scanning the road. The Wolf will be here soon.

Militia Fighter 1: sayaarat wahidat taqtarib min alsharqi!

Farah: yansakhi. la tahjamu.

Farah: They've spotted a vehicle. Right side, could be the Wolf or his men...

Alex: Looks like we've finally got some company.

Farah: They're scouts for the Wolf.

Farah: Hold your fire. Wait for a clean shot.

Farah: Ali, hal turahum?

Militia Fighter 1: 'iinahum yatasalaqun 'iilaa alsathi.

Farah: Eyes on the roof, Alex.

Farah: Two, on the roof!

Alex: Yep. I see 'em.

Farah: 400 meters.

Farah: Fire when you're ready.

*Alex shoots and hits one enemy*

Farah: Good hit, one more.

*Alex shoots and hits the other enemy*

Farah: Nice shot, two of the Wolf's scouts gone...

Farah: Ali, 'ant wadih liltaharuki.

Farah: Hadir is resourceful. He has them setting a trap for the Wolf's men.

Hadir: Alex, cover the team rigging the truck.

Alex: Killing the Wolf doesn't guarantee us the stolen gas...

Farah: True.

Farah: What happens if you don't find it?

Alex: I have too...

(Foreshadowing)

Militia Female Fighter 1: aleubuaat alnaasifat fi altaayirat ya abn eami!

Farah: yansakhi. alan akhtubi wantazar al'iisharata.

Farah: The Wolf's men will have to move the truck to pass through.

Farah: Wait until they're close, then detonate it.

Militia Fighter 1: abn eamiy 'araa alqafilat 'iilaa alsharqi.

Farah: fahimt hadha hu. qatiluu jayidan ، 'abna' aleamu.

Farah: The Wolf's soldiers are here, Alex. Right side of the highway.

Hadir: Three Al-Qatala vehicles.

Farah: I see. Check fire, let them get in range.

Militia Fighter 1: hal 'uhajim?

Farah: La. daehum yaqtaribuna.

Farah: Closer. Go on... don't be shy.

Farah: They see it. They're moving to the truck.

Farah: Hadir...

Hadir: I see them...

Farah: Get ready, Alex...

Farah: Detonate the truck, Alex.

Farah: Do it.

*Alex detonates the truck and kills some of the terrorists*

Farah: hujuma! hujuma!

Farah: Open fire!

Farah: They're to the right of the bus.

Farah: Hit.

Farah: Good kill, Alex.

Farah: Hadir, pull your team back!

Hadir: We shouldn't back up!

Farah: Do it!

Hadir: Ali, fall back! Get out of there!

Farah: It's down!

Farah: Good hit!

Farah: You got it!

Alex: No visual! What do you see?!

Farah: 600 meters!

Farah: Movement, near that blue house!

Alex: On 'em.

Alex: Mortars are clear!

Farah: Suicide truck! Left side! Left side!

Farah: Hit it again!

Hadir: Shoot it, Alex! Shoot it!

Hadir: It's getting too close!

*Alex kills suicide truck driver*

*truck explodes*

Farah: Close call! Good shooting, Alex.

Hadir: The Wolf must be coming or they wouldn't send these forces to clear the way.

Farah: Start planting IEDs, brother.

Farah: Hadir and I will reinforce the perimeter, Alex. Get to the east bunker and resupply for the Wolf.

Alex: More explosives, Hadir?

Hadir: Never too much... Same as before, enemies get close, detonate them...

Hadir: Watch your distance...

Farah: Alex!

Farah: Captain White Blood Cell is calling on the radio. She says it's urgent.

Militia Fighter 1: Please...

Alex: Echo 3-1 for Actual.

White Blood Cell Captain: Alex, the Wolf fled the city. He's headed your way, and the Russians are right behind him!

*Sniper kills Militia Fighter 1*

Farah: Sniper!

Hadir: Get down!

Alex: Troops in contact, Actual!

Farah: Stay low! Don't let him see you!

White Blood Cell Captain: Copy. On our way.

Hadir: Stay covered!

Farah: Those shots came from the highway!

Farah: Hit him now!

Alex: On him...

Alex: Wind shifted!

Alex: Got him.

Farah: Good kill, Alex.

Hadir: Al-Qatala is regrouping across the highway!

Farah: This could be him!

*Russian MIGs kill the terrorists*

Farah: Russian MIGs!

Farah: They hit Al-Qatala...

Alex: Doing the job for us!

Hadir: Barkov's army will be here soon!

Hadir: Sister, smoke! White smoke on the left!

Hadir: Alex, find a way to stop them!

Farah: Aim for the tires to slow them down!

Hadir: Keep it up, Alex!

Hadir: My truck is full of explosives, very powerful explosives. It's time to use them.,,

Hadir: Open the tailgate, quickly! I'll cover us!

Alex: Russian gas?

Hadir: Yes, and now we send it back to the Russians!

*gas goes off*

Hadir: The gas masks are in the bunker, come quickly!

Farah: Hadir! What is this?!

Hadir: A taste of their own medicine!

Farah: What?!

Hadir: The gas! If they can use it, so can we! Go, sister, inside!

*Alex collapses*

*Hadir puts a gas mask on Alex*

*Alex and Farah coughing*

Hadir: Sister!

Farah: Get off of me!

Farah: How could you do this?!

Hadir: We had no choice Farah! All bets are off now!

Farah: No! Not like this!

*Farah collapses*

Hadir: Sister?! Sister!

Hadir: Alex!

Hadir: Listen to me...

Hadir: I stole the gas from the Russians, to help us... only to help us!

Hadir: Tell Farah... Tell her, Alex...

(20 Years Earlier)

Rescuer 1: aistamira fi albahthi! yumkin 'an yakun hunak almazid min alnaajini!

*chatter and ambulance sirens wailing*

Father: Fatima?! Farah, Hadir?!

Child Farah: *struggles*

Farah: Mama...

Farah: Please, wake up, mama...

*people chattering*

*Farah picks up brick*

*rubble falls on Farah*

*Farah bangs on rubble with the brick*

Rescuer 2: Shh...shh... Listen, listen...

Father: That's them, I told you...!

Rescuer 2: Keep going, we hear you!

Rescuer 3: Stay calm, we're going to get you out!

Rescuer 2: There's a child down here, hurry!

Rescuer 2: Clear that rubble!

*rescuers clearing the rubble*

Rescuer 2: Bring the saw, we've got someone here!

Rescuer 2: Cover your eyes...!

*saw cuts through the rubble*

Rescuer 2: Help me lift this!

Rescuer 3: Lift! Lift!

Rescuer 1: Careful, careful!

Rescuer 3: I see her!

Rescuer 2: She's okay!

Rescuer 2: It's a girl! Very young...!

Father: That's my daughter!

Rescuer 3: Pass her here! I got her!

Rescuer 2: Come on! Get her out!

Rescuer 1: You're safe now! You're safe now...

Father: Give her to me!

Farah: Baba!

Father: Oh, my sweet Farah! Thank god you are back!

Farah: Mama...!

Rescuer 3: There's no one else, brother!

Father: No! No...!

Father: Wait! Where is my son?!

Father: Farah! Farah, where is Hadir?

Farah: We left him home, to study...

*bombs drop*

Farah: Mama!

Father: Mother's gone, Farah. She's gone. It's just us.

*people running as other people try to rescue other people*

Rescuer 1: This way! Hurry up!

Father: We will find Hadir, and leave town, okay?

Shadi: Walid! Walid!

Father/Walid: Shadi!

Shadi: They are looking for resistance fighters. We have to go, now!

Father: I can't. My son is still at home!

Shadi: I will help you, brother! This way!

Farah: Baba, I'm scared.

Father: Don't be afraid, sweetheart, we're together...

Civilian Male 1: The Russians! They're coming!

Shadi: There are children here! We are unarmed!

*Russians gunning down people*

Shadi: No... no...

*people running for cover*

Father: Sweetheart, I'll go ahead and make sure it's safe. Keep behind me.

Farah: Yes, baba, I will!

Father: Okay. That's my girl.

Father: Do as I say, and you will be safe...

*gunshots and sirens wailing*

Father: Okay, let's go.

Father: This way.

Father: Now, sweetheart!

Russian Soldier 2: No, he helps the resistance.

Father: Follow me. Don't let the Russians see you.

Russian Soldier 2: Let him suffer.

Father: Follow me my brave girl!

Russian Soldier 3: There are more in the houses.

Civilian Male 1: Bring water! Get the bandages!

Civilian Male 2: No, we have to take them to a hospital!

Civilian Male 1: Please! No!

Civilian Male 2: Have mercy!

Civilian Male 1: They won't make it! We'll saw them here.

*Russians throw the gas*

Father: Cover your mouth, Farah! Don't breathe, it's poison!

Father: Hurry, Farah! We're home! 

*Father and Farah get inside*

Father: Hadir? Hadir?!

Hadir: Baba! I heard the bombs. I closed the windows, like you told me!

Father: Good boy. We'll be safe from the gas, for now.

Father: Come with me to the kitchen, both of you.

Hadir: Where's mama?

Father: Mama's not coming. I'm sorry, my boy.

Hadir: Why are they doing this, baba?

Father: They think we help the rebels.

Father: Here, take this mask, okay?

Hadir: Do we have one for Farah?

Father: You'll need your own. I'll help your sister. Come.

Father: Here, take these phones. Use them if we get separated.

*Hadir and Farah picks up the phones*

Father: Okay. We'll cross the bridge and go to the mountains. We'll be safe there. Come!

Hadir: What if they catch us, baba?

Father: They will take you away and lock you up.

Hadir: I don't want to go...

Father: Okay, listen, I know. We'll come back, I promise.

Father: Hadir, you be strong for your sister now, okay?

Father: You keep mama here...

Father: And you keep this clear. That's how we survive. You understand?

Hadir: Yes, baba.

Father: Listen, when we get outside, you stay with me, okay?

*Russian bangs on the door and enters*

Hadir: Baba!

Father: Get behind me!

Father: Please... There's no one here. It's only my children, please!

...

*Father throws backpack at the Russian and get into a scuffle*

Hadir: No!

Father: Run!

*Russian shoots Father to the ground*

Farah: Hide!

Russian J-12: Sonovabitch!

Russian J-12: Fuck you. Piece of shit.

Russian J-12: Rrgh! Worthless shit...

*Farah picks up a screwdriver*

Russian J-12: Argh...

Russian J-12: Hello?

Russian J-12: Nothing.

Russian J-13: 12, report.

Russian J-13: Report.

Russian J-12: Hey, girl!

*Farah stabs Russian with the screwdriver*

Russian J-12: Shit!

Russian J-12: God damn motherfucker!

*Russian pulls the screwdriver out*

Russian J-12: Look what you did to my leg, you bitch!

Russian J-12: You stab me? A little piece of shit child...?

Russian J-12: The general doesn't like little terrorists...

Russian J-12: This fucking family...!

Russian J-12: Come face me!

Russian J-12: I know you're under there...

Russian: J-12: You think you're safe from me?!

Russian J-12: These fucking pathetic people!

*Farah picks up the screwdriver*

Russian J-12: Game over, suka!

Russian J-12: Don't worry. I'll take care of you.

*Farah stabs Russian with the screwdriver*

Russian J-12: Fucking rat!

*Russian pulls out screwdriver*

Russian J-12: Hiding under there won't save you!

Russian J-12: There is no escaping this, suka! You're fucking done!

Russian J-12: Time to see father again!

Russian J-12: Come back here!

Russian J-12: You're dead now, you little bitch!

*Farah picks up screwdriver again*

Russian J-12: You'd better hide, suka!

Russian J-12: Who else is here?

*Farah attempts to stab the Russian*

Russian J-12: There you are!

Russian J-12: Got you, suka!

Russian J-12: Trying to kill me?!

*Hadir gets on the Russian's back*

Russian J-12: Bitch!

Hadir: Get off her!

*Hadir stabs the Russian*

Hadir: Stab him, Farah! Kill him!

*Farah repeatedly stabs the Russian*

Hadir: Good, Farah!

Hadir: Again, sister!

Hadir: It's working!

*Russian punches both Farah and Hadir to the ground*

Hadir: Sister! Help!

Russian J-12: I'll crush your little neck...!

*Farah grabs the Russian's AK-47 and kills the Russian*

Farah: Don't be afraid... We are together.

Hadir: Okay, let's check his body.

*Farah attempts to pick up AK-47*

Farah: He's too heavy.

Farah: We have to go.

*Farah picks up Russian's gas mask*

Farah: Got it.

Hadir: Come on...

Hadir: We'll go through the poppies. They'll hide us. Let's go.

Hadir: Baba...?

Father: My loves...

Hadir: You have to get up...

Father: I can't... I can't go with you.

Hadir: What do we do?

Father: You survive. Whatever it takes.

Father: Never back down.

*Father dies*

Farah: Goodbye, daddy. I love you.

Hadir: I can't reach the lock!

Hadir: Come, I'll lift you...

*Farah puts on the mask*

*Farah attempts to open the door*

Farah: It's stuck.

Hadir: Try to pry it open.

Hadir: You can do it, sister...

*Farah opens the door*

Russian Soldier 2: Is this one of them?

Hadir: Farah! Wait!

Russian Soldier 1: Doesn't matter.

Russian Soldier 3: They're all terrorists. So, Barkov wants the whole place wiped out. It's the only way to be sure.

Hadir: There are soldiers!

Russian Team Leader: J Group, we're ready to finish this up. What's your status?

Hadir: Okay, we can go.

Hadir: Just stay quiet, you will be safe.

Russian Soldier 1: I'm getting a headcount, stand by.

Russian Soldier 3: Sir, we've got a man missing.

Russian Soldier 1: Who?

Russian Soldier 3: J-12. He's not responding on radio.

Russian Soldier 1: How can you lose him? He's a size of a truck.

Hadir: Good, good, I don't think they saw us.

Russian Soldier 1: Take two men and sweep the area. Start with that house.

Hadir: Through here.

Russian Soldier 3: Yes, Commander.

Russian Soldier 1: J Group has a man missing. We're holding here until we find him.

Russian Team Leader: Copy.

Farah: Brother...we need to go.

*dog whimpering*

Hadir: It isn't fair...

Hadir: They just kill everything...

Hadir: More soldiers. Stay quiet and follow me, okay?

Hadir: We'll go to the blue car across the road.

Hadir: Okay? Follow me.

Russian Soldier 1: This one's still breathing...

Russian Soldier 2: We have orders to kill the wounded...

Russian Soldier 1: Have you ever been on a mission like this?

Russian Soldier 2: Never. But what are we going to do- break orders?

Russian Soldier 1: I've heard Barkov executes people for less.

Hadir: Hide! Hide!

Russian Soldier 2: And Moscow is fine with him taking all the women and children?

Russian Soldier 1: I doubt they even know...

Russian Soldier 2: Quiet. Here comes Viktor.

Russian Soldier 3: Full sweep.

Russian Soldier 2: Any resistance?

Russian Soldier 3: Nothing we couldn't handle.

Hadir: That was close!

Russian Soldier 2: Women? Children?

Hadir: Get ready...

Russian Soldier 3: On their way to the trucks. Full load.

Hadir: Let's go...

Russian Team Leader: D Group, confirm status?

Russian Soldier 2: This is D-5. Objective is complete. We're ready to clear out.

Russian Team Leader: Copy. Any additional cargo?

Hadir: Through here. I'll go first to make sure it's safe.

*Man dies while grabbing Hadir's mask*

Farah: Hadir!

Hadir: Arg!

*Hadir puts his mask on*

Farah: Are you hurt?

Hadir: I'm okay... I'm okay.

Hadir: Follow me.

*Hadir takes off his mask*

Hadir: Don't worry! The air is safe!

*Farah takes off her mask*

Civilian Child Female 1: Baba! Baba!

Civilian Male 3: Don't touch her!

Civilian Female 2: Why are you doing this?!

Russian Soldier 4: Two days ago, our men were ambushed by terrorists. I lost soldiers. Good soldiers.

Russian Soldier 3: Get over there!

Russian Soldier 3: Against the barn! Don't try anything, understand?!

Hadir: We have to go through the barn. Don't let them see you, okay?

Russian Soldier 3: You too! Against the barn!

Russian Soldier 4: Kill them all.

Civilian Male 1: No! Wait-!

Civilian Female 1: No!

Civilian Female 2: You killed them!

Civilian Child Female 1: Baba!

Hadir: If we run away, they'll catch us. We need that truck.

Farah: They'll hear you coughing.

Farah: I will go.

Hadir: Find a gun. And if you get scared, use the phone to distract them.

Russian Soldier 1: A-2, you've got another truck on it's way.

Hadir: Don't get caught.

Farah: I won't.

Russian Team Leader: Understood.

Russian Soldier 2: Hey, check it out!

Russian Soldier 2: I found a revolver!

Russian Soldier 1: Get the rest on the truck! Move!

Russian Soldier 1: He was armed?

Russian Soldier 2: Yeah. He didn't even go for it.

Russian Soldier 2: Look at this thing, it's brand new.

Russian Soldier 1: What do you need a revolver for? It's only six shots. You have a sidearm.

*Farah picks up the revolver and kills both Russians*

Hadir: You did it. You saved us.

Hadir: Let's get out of here.

*Farah opens driver side door of the truck*

Hadir: Let's get out of here.

Hadir: I'll drive!

*Russian General grabs Farah*

Hadir: Farah!

Barkov: Khvatay yego!

Farah: No! Let go! Let go!

Barkov: Idite syuda!

*Russians throw Hadir and Farah into the truck*

Hadir: No! Get off me! Farah!

Barkov: So you're the little devils that killed my soldiers. Ideal'nyy.

(Present Day 2019)

*Alex takes off his mask*

White Blood Cell Captain: Farah!

Kyle: Alex!

Kyle: You're alright, you're alright!

Farah: Where is he...? Where is he?!

Alex: He's gone, Farah...

Farah: No... Hadir... HADIR!!

White Blood Cell Captain: Farah! Stop! Stop, Farah! Stop!

Farah: 'ayuha alkalb al'iirhabiu allaein alqadhra! 'ayn 'anti?!

Farah: It was Hadir... Hadir is the thief.

Farah: I'm sorry, Captain, I didn't know. I didn't know...

White Blood Cell Captain: Hey, there's no way you could've known.

Alex: It's okay, Farah. We'll get him.

White Blood Cell Captain: We need to un-ass this target. NOW!

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Farah: My brother always wanted to fight without rules...

Farah: Now he's broken all of them.

Laswell: Hadir went North...

Laswell: He was picked up by AQ fighters in the foothills.

White Blood Cell Captain: Voluntarily or by force?

Laswell: We don't know...

Alex: I'm sorry, Farah.

Laswell: Your brother...

Farah: Is a terrorist.

Laswell: Is an American asset, who is either with or in terrorist hands.

Alex: Hadir's fight is not with us.

Alex: Now, he could have killed everyone when he stole the gas, but he chose not to.

Farah: How do you know this?

Alex: I was there... trying to stop it.

Farah: Why didn't you tell me?

Alex: We believed it was Al-Qatala. We didn't know it was him.

Laswell: We know now.

Laswell: We're going after him tonight.

Farah: I'll come with you.

Kyle: You'll be hunting your own brother.

Farah: He is not my brother. Not anymore.

Laswell: Barkov's going to put a bounty on his head.

White Blood Cell Captain: Alright, well let's get him first then.

Laswell: Any further complications and we're at war with Russia.

White Blood Cell Captain: Well then don't complicate it.

Alex: This is a bad idea, Farah.

Farah: We take care of our own here.

Kyle: Not usually what that means...

White Blood Cell Captain: It does here.

White Blood Cell Captain: I want Farah on the team. I'm not asking.

Laswell: Fine.

Laswell: You have execute authority.

Laswell: All of you.

Laswell: Okay, let's brief up.

Laswell: Imagery confirms Hadir was in possession of the remaining stolen gas when he made direct contact with Al-Qatala's most brutal enforcer, the Butcher. Surveillance tracked their vehicles to a residential complex in the Aqrus Mountains, believed to be The Wolf's stronghold. Alex and Farah will hold orbit for secondary clearance, while Bravo Six leads the assault force to locate the chemical agents, retrieve Hadir, and kill The Wolf.

Lifter 1-1: We're in the AO. Lights out.

Kyle: Let's nail this bastard.

White Blood Cell Captain: Actual to 3-1, hold orbit.

Alex: Roger, Actual, standing by.

Lifter 1-1: Lifter 1, visual on target. 15 seconds out.

White Blood Cell Captain: Roger, 1... NOD's down, boys. We're on.

White Blood Cell Captain: Sinner 1, take overwatch.

Sinner 1-1: Check. Sinner on overwatch.

Sinner 1-1: Movement.

*Man breaches the door*

Unknown Female 1: Don't hurt us, please!

Al-Qatala Fighter 2: They are here!

Al-Qatala Male 1: You are trespassers here...!

*Kyle kills the fighters*

Unknown Female 1: Don't cry my child, there is nothing to fear...

Alpha 2-6: Hands, hands! Show me your hands!

Al-Qatala Female 1 (red): Go away! Leave us alone!

*Kyle kills Al-Qatala female*

Kyle: All clear.

Alpha 2-6: 2-4 and 2-6, holding here.

Unknown Female 1: Please, don't hurt our children, please...

Alpha 2-3: Waitin' on you at the gate, Sergeant...

Alpha 2-3: Breacher set. Stand clear!

*gate opens*

Alpha 2-3: Good entry.

*dog barking*

White Blood Cell Captain: Door is our entry point.

*Kyle kills the dog*

Kyle: Sorry, pooch.

Crown 6-2: Front right, clear.

White Blood Cell Captain: Contact!

Crown 6-3: Left door's all you, Sergeant.

Kyle: Three unknowns...

Sinner 1-1: Roger three.

Crown 6-4: Side wall, good breach, going rear!

Crown 6-3: 6-3, at the rear door, first deck clear.

Crown 6-4: Rog. Comin' to ya from the other side...

Crown 6-3: Sergeant, let's kill the power, put these guys in the dark.

Kyle: Killing power.

White Blood Cell Captain: Second deck, on me...

White Blood Cell Captain: Hold here.

Crown 6-5: Yes, ma'am.

White Blood Cell Captain: Take point.

Kyle: Moving to second deck.

Al-Qatala Male 2: Get rid of it, shred it, everything...

Sinner 1-1: Got movement. Door, left.

Al-Qatala Male 3: Are you sure?

Al-Qatala Male 2: Yes, trash it. All of it, into the shredders, now!

White Blood Cell Captain: Two down, checkin' left.

Al-Qatala Fighter 2: You will die here!

White Blood Cell Captain: Hands... Hands...

White Blood Cell Captain: All stations, holding one female unknown.

Alpha 3-3: Roger that, Captain.

Al-Qatala Male 1: Go to the bedroom, now, listen to me...

Unknown Female 4: There are too many, we should surrender...

Al-Qatala Male 1: We are together in death!

Unknown Female 4: There is no other way, there is no other one... No other way, no other one...

Kyle: All clear.

Kyle: One KIA, one unknown.

Alpha 3-3: Copy, moving to secure.

Al-Qatala Male 2: You will pay in blood for trespassing here...!

Al-Qatala Male 3: You are not welcome here...!!

Crown 6-4: Check left, check left...

Al-Qatala Male 4: Non-believers must die!

Unknown Female 5: The Wolf protects us... We will not be forsaken...

Kyle: Moving interior.

Crown 6-4: Agh! Bloody fuckin' hell!

Al-Qatala Male 1: Go to hell!

Kyle: No Hadir...Negative on the Wolf. Dry hole.

White Blood Cell Captain: Copy that, Kyle.

White Blood Cell Captain: Right, let's get the lights up and sort 'em up, lads.

Crown 6-5: Rise and shine...

White Blood Cell Captain: All Bravo, 're-org' on the first deck.

White Blood Cell Captain: Actual to 3-1-

Alex: Send traffic.

White Blood Cell Captain: I want you on station for data collection.

Alex: Copy that.

Alpha 2-3: Zip drives, disks, and storage in the bags, paperwork in the boxes...

Unknown Female 1: Give me my son! Give him to me, now!

Kyle: We're not cuttin' bait are we?

White Blood Cell Captain: Negative. They wanna talk.

Child: umiy , 'umiy , 'urid 'umi!

White Blood Cell Captain: Let's listen.

Unknown Female 1: My son! Give me my son!

White Blood Cell Captain: yastarih...

White Blood Cell Captain: Let him go.

Unknown Female 1: Thank you.

White Blood Cell Captain: 'ant bi'aman alana. 'ayn aldhiybi?

Unknown Female 1: almaqhaa. taht alarid.

White Blood Cell Captain: shkran lika.

White Blood Cell Captain: Lock 'em down.

White Blood Cell Captain: Teahouse, on me.

White Blood Cell Captain: All stations. Bravo is moving to the Teahouse for reclearance.

White Blood Cell Captain: Tunnels...

White Blood Cell Captain: Open 'er up, Kyle.

*White Blood Cell Captain throws a glow stick in the hole*

White Blood Cell Captain: So we got ourselves a gopher...

White Blood Cell Captain: All stations, tunnel in building 2- makin' entry.

Kyle: Alright, down the hatch...

Farah: I'll take point.

Alex: Good hunting.

White Blood Cell Captain: We'll be right behind you.

Farah: Contact! Vest!

Alex: FARAH!!

(Alex and Farah falls down the tunnel)

Alex: Echo 3-1 to Bravo 0-6. Tunnel collapsed. What's your status?

*radio static*

Farah: We're cut off. It is only us now.

Alex: Just like old times...

Farah: Yes... But we are not alone.

Farah: We are in the Wolf's den, now...

Farah: Tripwires here. Stay low.

Alex: Disarmed.

Farah: Keep the grenade.

Farah: Go slow. They hide everywhere...

Al-Qatala Fighter 1: Someone's out there...

Farah: Voices.

Al-Qatala Fighter 2: Run. Warn the others.

*lights go out*

Alex: Was that you?

Farah: No...

Farah: ...but they know we're here.

Farah: Another tripwire. Careful.

Farah: Go, Alex. I will cover.

Al-Qatala Fighter 1: Get ready. Get ready..

Al-Qatala Fighter 1: They're here! They're in the tunnels! Get your weapons! Get ready!

Farah: There's a runner!

Farah: On your right!

Al-Qatala Fighter 2: I see them!

Alex: Runner's down.

Alex: Clear.

Farah: Let's keep moving.

Al-Qatala Fighter 1: Aatif. They are coming...

Al-Qatala Fighter 2: Let them get close.

Farah: I see one. Left alcove.

Alex: Looks like we can crawl through.

Hadir (red): Alex...why did you bring her here?

Farah: I came here by choice.

Hadir: Leave now, I can't protect you here.

Alex: Come with us, Hadir...

Hadir: No! It's too late for that, now...

Farah: Show your face and die.

Hadir: Farah, please... These people are willing to help us!

Farah: You are a liar and a traitor!

Hadir: You are wrong! You will see.

Farah: Hadir... HADIR!

Al-Qatala Fighter 1: They made it through! Go! Go!

*Alex kills the terrorists*

Al-Qatala Fighter 1: Someone's out there.

Al-Qatala Fighter 2: Run. Warn the others.

Al-Qatala Fighter 1: Get ready. Get ready..

Al-Qatala Fighter 1: You are trespassers here...!

Farah: Ambush!

*Alex kills the terrorists and explosion occurs*

Farah: There's a drop here. Careful.

*Farah goes down to the ground*

*Alex goes down to the ground but the boards break and Alex falls further down*

Farah: Alex? ALEX?!

Alex: I'm good!

Farah: I'm coming down to you!

Alex: No! Stay after Hadir! I'll find a way up!

Farah: You watch your back down there...

Alex: 3-1 to 0-6, over?

*radio static*

Alex: All stations, this is Echo 3-1, transmitting in the blind.

Alex: Target is still in the tunnels. Currently tracking.

*Alex pushes the minecart*

Al-Qatala Fighter 1: That's all of it.

Al-Qatala Fighter 2: Okay, let's go. The fumes are getting heavy.

*terrorists light the fire on the fuel but Alex kills the terrorists*

Wolf: The western world, they believe we are for sale.

Al-Qatala Fighter 1: They are here! Light the fire!

*terrorists light the fire*

Wolf: This is not true, of course. The super-weapon is for sale.

Alex: Fire's spreading... I gotta go.

Wolf: We are merely the buyers. We take the weapons, and we keep them, forever.

Wolf: But, we own them, they do not own us.

*Alex pushes the minecart and goes up the structure*

Wolf: To die for what you believe, is easy.

*Alex kills the terrorists*

Wolf: To die without sorrow, to wage war without sympathy... this is the only way to become a true soldier.

*Alex goes up the ladder and kills a terrorist*

*Alex goes up another ladder and kills the terrorists*

Wolf: We plan attacks to show sadiq, 'truth.'

Alex: I can't stay down here.

Wolf: We will never be captive to foreign power.

Wolf: Yes, there is a price to pay for this, and we are happy to pay. In blood.

*Alex goes up another ladder but the ladder falls but Farah saves Alex*

Alex: Shit-!

Farah: Alex...!

Farah: Alex, pull!

Farah: I've got you!

Alex: Thanks, cuz...

Farah: This way.

Alex: Your handiwork?

Wolf: You have come far, but what you seek is already gone.

Farah: Affirmative.

Farah: That's the Wolf. Dead ahead.

Wolf: You have only me.

Wolf: And I am just a lowly freedom fighter.

*Alex opens the door*

Farah: Timer. He has a vest.

Wolf: There is no escape. This is the end.

Wolf: Your brother needed help. He has big plans. Killing me will not stop him. Even I cannot stop him not. It is too late, Commander.

Farah: He has a remote!

*Farah kills the Wolf*

Farah: Still counting...!

Farah: We can disarm it, Alex, help me.

Alex: 20 seconds!

Farah: Cut the wire exactly when I say, not before.

Alex: Ready!

Farah: Green wire, in 3...2...1

Farah: Cut!

Alex: Green! Next...

Farah: Yellow, in 2...1...

Farah: Cut it!

Alex: Yellow, done!

Farah: Last one is...

Farah: Red!

Alex: There're two reds!

Farah: The top one! In 2...1...

Farah: Now!

Alex: Cut!

Farah: Disarmed. Good job.

Alex: All thanks to you. Good work.

Alex: How'd you learn that?

Farah: Years of experience.

Alex: Too many.

Alex: All stations, this is Echo 3-1, in the blind... Jackpot... Primary target is KIA.

(After Wolf's Den)

Kyle: Alex!

Kyle: If it wasn't me. I'm glad it was you.

Alex: Too bad we couldn't kill him twice.

Kyle: Thanks, mate.

*Helicopters go to base*

Laswell: Congratulations on a job well done.

Laswell: As much as we can hear the ice in the glass, I'm afraid our toast has to wait. Hadir and his new friends are on the move.

Farah: Where are they?

Laswell: One step at a time.

Alex: No one said they're friends.

Norris: The General would tend to disagree.

Laswell: Norris, I asked you to let me-

Norris: Tell them, Laswell, or I will.

Laswell: Command has officially redesignated Farah's forces.

Kyle: You want to translate that from bullshit to English?

White Blood Cell Captain: It means they're on the list.

Farah: What list?

Norris: Foreign-Terror-Organization list.

Norris: I've ordered my Marines to treat Farah's army as hostiles.

Alex: What?! They're our allies.

Norris: Yeah. Not anymore.

White Blood Cell Captain: You keep your moppets on a short string, Colonel.

Norris: Or what?

White Blood Cell Captain: Or I'll fucking hang you from it.

Alex: Ken, these people need our support.

Laswell: There's nothing else we can do.

Kyle: No. There's plenty we can do.

Alex: I'm tired of being told who my friends are.

Farah: Alex, don't...

Alex: I'm going back to Urzikstan. I'm staying with Farah's army.

Laswell: What you are doing is illegal.

Alex: I'm pretty sure everything we do is illegal.

Kyle: Only the good stuff.

*Kyle shakes Alex's hand*

Kyle: You got friend's nearby.

Alex: You too.

Farah: Thank you. For everything.

White Blood Cell Captain: Oh, it's not over yet. Trust me.

Farah: I always have. 

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(10 YEARS EARLIER)

Hadir (blue): Farah!

Hadir: Sister, wake up!

*Farah wakes up*

Farah: Hadir, is that you?

Hadir: Yes, let me see you!

*Farah gets up and starts coughing*

Hadir: How long have you been in solitary?

Farah: Ten days...

Hadir: You look sick...

Farah: No food or water...

Hadir: Sister...

Farah: It's okay. I can take it...

Hadir: Why have they put us together like this?

Farah: They're using you to get to me...

Hadir: They would have to kill me first. I-

Farah: No, Hadir, I need you alive.

Hadir: Look.

Hadir: I stole a key.

Farah: To what?

Hadir: We will find out...

Hadir: Here, take it. Catch.

*Hadir throws the key to Farah and Farah catches it*

Farah: Got it.

Hadir: Good. Hide it...

Hadir: General Barkov is coming. He knows about the messages. Does he know that you are Karim?

Farah: We'll see.

Barkov: *whistling*

Barkov: Oh look, a family reunion.

Barkov: How nice...

Hadir: Go fu-!

*Barkov tases Hadir*

Farah: Hadir!

Barkov: You want this to stop, you tell me the truth!

Barkov: Otvedite yego na sklad... Make him talk.

Barkov: This one's all mine.

Barkov: Dveri!

*cell doors open*

*Hadir attempts to escape but stopped*

Farah: No...!

Hadir: Keep your hands off her you sick bastard!

Hadir: I'll kill you! All of you!

Barkov: I hope you had a nice visit to your brother. You might never see him again.

*cell doors close*

Farah: Yes I will...

Barkov: Shut up and go in the corner.

*Farah goes and looks at the corner*

Barkov: Any plans you have to escape... you will soon forget.

Barkov: Face me now.

*Farah looks at Barkov*

*Barkov sits down*

Barkov: It's hotter than hell in this shit-hole country... You must be so thirsty...

*Barkov drinks the water*

Barkov: Want some?

*Farah attempts to take some water*

Barkov: None left.

Barkov: Let's get you some water.

Barkov: Dveri!

*cell doors open*

Barkov: Follow me.

*Farah coughs*

Barkov: In there.

*Farah enters the room*

Barkov: The chair, Farah...

*Farah sits down*

Barkov: There will be no escape, Farah. No one is coming to rescue you. I am in control here, and I can make your life much, much easier...

Barkov: Now, tell me about "Commander Karim" and the failed message...

Farah: Go fuck your self.

Barkov: Watch your mouth, girl. I've been patient with you, but no more...

*Farah falls on the floor*

Barkov: Stay awake and you might see your brother one last time.

Barkov: He's going to give you a drink.

Barkov: Try to breathe.

*Farah begins to be waterboarded*

*Farah gasps for air*

Barkov: That's it!

*Farah gasps for air*

Barkov: There you go!

*Farah gasps for air*

Barkov: Good girl!

Barkov: Good! That's enough for now.

*Farah sits up*

Barkov: So strong, Farah. Keep it up and you will see Hadir. One last time, who is Karim?

Farah: Karim is dead.

Barkov: Lies! Stop protecting him. Protect yourself.

Barkov: Poydem!

Barkov: I found on of your "sisters."

Azadeh: I said nothing, Farah...

Farah: It's okay, Azadeh...

Barkov: Quiet!

Barkov: Her life is in your hands now, Farah...

Barkov: Stay awake, she lives... Pass out, she dies.

*Farah lies down*

Barkov: I'll make it tougher this time.

Barkov: Other way!

*Farah gasps for air*

Barkov: Not that way, Farah!

*Farah gasps for air*

Barkov: Damn, you're good.

Barkov: Hold still!

*Farah gasps for air*

Barkov: Again, another breath...?!

*Farah gasps for air*

Barkov: Trying to move your head?!

*Farah gasps for air*

Barkov: Stop moving, Farah!

*Farah gasps for air*

Barkov: Don't move!

Barkov: Enough! No more...!

*Farah gets up and gasps for air*

Barkov: Congratulations, Farah. You saved a life.

Barkov: I want you to tell me the truth... or she dies.

Farah: I did what you asked!

Barkov: No, I said the truth!

Barkov: Who is Karim?!

Farah: The messages are from me, I am Karim. I am responsible.

Barkov: *laughing* Of course you are... I knew all along.

Azadeh: Farah, no...

*Russian soldier drags Azadeh to her cell*

Barkov: Tell the others, their fearless leader has broken...

*Barkov knocks out Farah*

*Farah wakes up*

Barkov: You must be hungry, Farah, hm? Eat, then we'll talk.

*Farah attempts to pick up bowl of food*

*Barkov throws the bowl on the wall*

Barkov: You think this is a game, huh?! You think you can beat me?

*Barkov grabs Farah by the neck*

Barkov: Enough games!

Barkov: Your brother took a key from me. Where is it, hm?

Farah: Did you lose a key?

Barkov: One is missing, but we have others.

Farah: What does the key open?

Barkov: You think you're so smart...

Barkov: "Karim."

Barkov: Now...where is the key your brother stole from me?

Farah:...

Barkov: Silence? I can fix that...

*Barkov punches Farah*

Barkov: *grunts* This country is a breeding ground for terrorists.

Barkov: I am here to bring law and order to this land and no terrorist thief will harm my country!

Barkov: I will protect Russia!

*Barkov is choking Farah to death*

*Farah choking to death*

Barkov: Quiet!

*bombs falling in the background*

*Barkov lets go of Farah*

*Russian soldier opens the cell*

Barkov: Chto, chert voz'mi, proiskhodit?!

Russian Soldier 1: My pod atakoy!

Barkov: Ubit' vsekh! Zablokiruyte ikh na sklade! Szhech' dotla!

Barkov: You didn't save your people, Farah Karim. You killed them!

Farah: Loose. Not tight.

*Farah frees herself*

*Farah picks up the spoon and breaks off the head*

Farah: Nice little shiv...

*Farah takes off the vent cover with the spoon*

Farah: Yes...

Farah: Umph...

*Farah escapes from her cell and crawls under the floor*

Camp Guard 1: YA dostanu narushitelya spokoystviya iz podvala.

Camp Guard 2:Bystro, togda my pozovem ostal'nykh naverkh.

Camp Guard 1: Chto eto za fignya?

Camp Guard 2: Chto-to dvizhetsya...

Camp Guard 1: Krysy. Eto mesto gryaznoye.

Camp Guard 2: On ostanovilsya.

Camp Guard 1: eto prosto krysy.

Camp Guard 2: Kto peredvinul etot stul?

Camp Guard 1: Dveri kamery otkryty!

Camp Guard 2: sukin syn, ona sbezhala!

Camp Guard 1: Barkov ub'yet tebya!

Camp Guard 2: Pochemu ya?

*Farah kills the camp guard and takes his gun*

Camp Guard 1: Privet, vy tam...? gde ty?

Camp Guard 1: Snova splyu na rabote...?!

Camp Guard 1: Naydi etu devushku... ty menya slyshish'?!

Camp Guard 1: Blin. Ona poluchila tebya...? Suka!

*Farah shoots and kills the guard*

*Farah opens the door*

Darine: Farah!

Ayah: Over here!

Farah: Sisters!

Ayah: You escaped!

Darine: I knew she would...

Ayah: The guards left. What's happening?

*Farah opens the cell doors*

Ayah: Thank you, sister...

Darine: Farah, come, the guns are here...

*Farah opens the gun locker with the key*

Farah: Thanks, Hadir...

Azadeh: Barkov almost killed us down there.

Farah: Yes, Azadeh. Now let's kill him!

Ayah: The guards are coming back!

Darine: Quickly! We'll ambush them!

Darine: How?

Farah: Point and shoot until they fall... Like we said.

*Prisoners shoot and kill the guards*

Farah: Well done, sisters!

Farah: Barkov locked the others in the warehouse. Let's get there before they're all dead.

Ayah: Okay.

Darine: Yes, Farah...

Ghalia: Karim...

*Prisoners shoot and kill the guards and head outside*

*Helicopter flies overhead*

Ayah: Helicopter!

Farah: It's Barkov!

Darine: The coward is leaving!

Camp Guard: My pod atakoy! Yuzhnaya stena razrushena!

Farah: What do you expect from a spineless dog...?!

Farah: Let's free the others from the warehouse before it's too late... On me, sisters.

Camp Guard: Ukreplyayte perimetr! Upravlyayte svoimi stantsiyami!

Darine: Come on, Karim!

Ayah: Look, top of the tower!

Darine: It's a Sniper! He's protecting the warehouse!

Camp Guard: Yuzhnyye vorota vzlomany! My atakovany!

Farah: That's where the prisoners are!

Ayah: Let's get there!

Ghalia: Follow Karim...!

Nadia: Go!

Darine: Russian vehicle!!

Camp Guard: Zaymite oboronitel'nyye pozitsii! Upravlyayte bashnyami! Podkrepleniye idet!

Farah: Aim for it!

*Prisoners kill the guards and Farah shoots and kills the sniper*

Ayah: Sniper down! Good kill!

*Prisoners open the door and gets cornered by the guards*

Russian Soldier 3: Ponyal tebya, ne dvigaysya!

Russian Soldier 4: Brosayte oruzhiye!

Ayah: No! Don't shoot! Please!

*SAS Soldiers breach the glass roof and kills the Russian Soldiers and rappel down*

Female SAS Soldier: Who's "Commander Karim?"

Farah: I'm Karim.

Female SAS Soldier: We got your messages.

*Female SAS Soldier takes off her gas mask*

White Blood Cell Captain (As Lieutenant): Lieutenant White Blood Cell. Where are the rest?

Farah: In there, straight ahead!

White Blood Cell Lieutenant: Stay close.

*White Blood Cell Lieutenant puts her mask back on*

White Blood Cell Lieutenant: Let's go boys...

S.A.S. Soldier 1: Got two...

*SAS Soldiers kill the two Russians*

S.A.S. Soldier 1: Clear.

White Blood Cell Lieutenant: Push up.

*Prisoners banging on the bulletproof glass*

White Blood Cell Lieutenant: This is the gas factory! He's burning the evidence!

Farah: And the prisoners...!

White Blood Cell Lieutenant: We're gonna breach. Stay back!

White Blood Cell Lieutenant: Go...!

*SAS Soldier kill the Russians*

White Blood Cell Lieutenant: All clear!

Ayah: Fahd, no!

White Blood Cell Lieutenant: Okay, let's get them out of there!

Ghalia: Kierran! Hadir!!

White Blood Cell Lieutenant: I'll open the sprinklers. Get that door open, Karim...!

Hadir: Sister! Si-Sister! Sister, help! Help!

*Farah attempts to open the door*

Farah: I can't! It's locked...!

Azadeh: Mardik, can you hear me... Mardik!!!

White Blood Cell Lieutenant: Hooley!

Darine: Amro!

White Blood Cell Lieutenant: Pry!

Nadia: Help them!

Farah: Hadir! Hadir!

White Blood Cell Lieutenant: Keep pulling!

* Farah and White Blood Cell Lieutenant open the door and frees the prisoners*

Hadir: *coughing* Sister...

Farah: Hadir...It's okay...

Hadir: They came...

Farah: Yes.

Hadir: We did it...you did it...

Farah: Catch your breath, collect survivors and supplies... We're leaving...

(AFTER CAPTIVE)

[TRUCK ENGINE STARTS]

White Blood Cell Lieutenant: Go north. Avoid the highway.

White Blood Cell Lieutenant: Bravo 6 to Cobalt 4. Confirming station time.

UK Pilot: 10 minutes.

White Blood Cell Lieutenant: Rog. Hold orbit.

White Blood Cell Lieutenant: Hurry, now. Even Barkov's going to come and claim his dead.

Farah: adhhab wantazarna.

Militia Fighter: naem, Farah.

White Blood Cell Lieutenant: You know he's gonna make you pay for this.

Hadir: We will make them pay.

Farah: We'll be ready.

White Blood Cell Lieutenant: My men have cleared the road to the north. You can camp there, it's safe.

Farah: Thank you.

Hadir: The revolution begins now, sister.

Farah: The war begins now, brother.

White Blood Cell Lieutenant: Even war has a high ground. Stay on it.

White Blood Cell Lieutenant: Bravo 6, wheels up in 2.

Farah: ...

White Blood Cell Lieutenant: ...

(PRESENT DAY 2019)

Laswell: 20 years of civil war.

White Blood Cell Captain: Eh, there's nothing civil about it.

Laswell: Hadir's well trained...

Laswell: ...Teamed up, kidnapped, it doesn't matter.

Laswell: He took the gas to Russia, White Blood Cell.

White Blood Cell Captain: He did that with Al-Qatala's help.

Laswell: He's got the network and the man power.

White Blood Cell Captain: Yeah, well, can you blame him, eh?

Laswell Unofficially, no, but this is bigger than Hadir now.

Laswell: We've got 2 options.

White Blood Cell Captain: What? We warn Moscow?

Laswell: Or we let Mother Russia have a taste of her own medicine.

White Blood Cell Captain: A lot on innocent people are gonna die.

Laswell: At the hands of a Western asset.

White Blood Cell Captain: Okay, so let's cut to the chase.

Laswell: What do you suggest?

White Blood Cell Captain: A business trip.

Laswell: Unsanctioned?

White Blood Cell Captain: Black.

Laswell: Who's your team?

White Blood Cell Captain: Some old comrades.

Laswell: And the Sergeant?

*Laswell and White Blood Cell Captain look at Kyle*

White Blood Cell Captain: He's ready.

Laswell: I can get you in. after that you're on your own. Host nation weapons only.

White Blood Cell Captain: Leave it to me. 

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White Blood Cell Captain: That's a hell of a view, Nikolai.

ST. PETERSBURG

Nikolai: Was the capital before Moscow.

White Blood Cell Captain: The good ol' days.

Kyle: I got two on the door.

Nikolai: More Al-Qatala inside.

Kyle: Vehicle inbound...

White Blood Cell Captain: Watch 'em.

Nikolai: Good spot. Parking here sucks.

White Blood Cell Captain: That's the Butcher in the yellow shirt.

Kyle: Bastard from the embassy.

Nikolai: No gas.

Butcher: 'anti, antabih lilzaqaqi.

White Blood Cell Captain: No Hadir.

Kyle: Easy shot.

Nikolai: Hm, tempting.

White Blood Cell Captain: Hold fast. The Butcher gets us to Hadir.

Kyle: Or the gas attack goes off.

White Blood Cell Captain: Well, if that happens then we're all fucked.

White Blood Cell Captain: Let's gear up, get evil, clock's tickin'.

Nikolai: This way...

Kyle: What's our timeframe?

White Blood Cell Captain: Hours or less. You get the gear?

Nikolai: Best I could do on short notice...

*Nikolai opens the weapon case*

Nikolai: Suppressors, ammo. No flashbangs...

White Blood Cell Captain: Nice job, Nik.

*White Blood Cell Captain inspects the gun*

White Blood Cell Captain: .40 cal hollow points...

Nikolai: 150 grain, your favorite.

*White Blood Cell Captain conceals her gun*

White Blood Cell Captain: Conceal it for now.

Nikolai: Rally at the warehouse.

White Blood Cell Captain: Rog'. Bring the package.

Nikolai: On my way, Captain.

White Blood Cell Captain: I know you want another shot at the Butcher.

Kyle: No grave deep enough for that sick bastard, ma'am...

White Blood Cell Captain: You'll have your chance, alright, but right now, we need the Butcher alive.

*Kyle aims his gun at a civilian*

*civilian flees*

White Blood Cell Captain: Sort yourself, Garrick, you'll give us away!

White Blood Cell Captain: We sweep the guards up so they can't alert the others, then move in on the rear door...

Kyle: Rog'.

White Blood Cell Captain: Guns on my signal, not before...

Al-Qatala Fighter 1: ya! ya hadha!

White Blood Cell Captain: Easy. Easy, mate, we've got permits, alright?

AQ Fighter 1: 'ant ghayr murahab bik huna!

White Blood Cell Captain: Show him, Kyle. Now...!

*Kyle and White Blood Cell Captain kill the terrorists*

White Blood Cell Captain: Nicely done.

White Blood Cell Captain: Nikolai. Trash in the alley...

Nikolai: I brought bags...

White Blood Cell Captain: You think of everything...

*Kyle goes through the door*

White Blood Cell Captain: Check your shots. Butcher gets us to Hadir. We need him breathing until he does.

Butcher: This is retaliation... Today, the pain and suffering is not ours, but theirs...

Butcher: We give special thanks to our new soldier, whose strong will is our good fortune.

Kyle: New soldier...?

White Blood Cell Captain: Hadir...

Butcher: If the Wolf is alive, he'll be proud of you... and if he is gone, we deliver his truth to those who intervene where they are not invited.

White Blood Cell Captain: There he is...

Kyle: Affirm. Yellow, behind the table...

AQ Fighters and the Butcher: Glory to Al-Qatala.

White Blood Cell Captain: Clean shots Kyle, take 'em...

*Kyle and White Blood Cell Captain kill the terrorists and chase after the Butcher*

Buther: Don't let them follow! Kill them!

*Kyle and White Blood Cell Captain kill the terrorists and continues to chase after the Butcher*

White Blood Cell Captain: Stay on him. I'll circle around for intercept!

Kyle: Roger!

Butcher: I'll take your head, motherfucker, you hear me?!

Butcher: They die, because of you...!

*Kyle throws back the grenade*

White Blood Cell Captain: Sergeant...?!

Kyle: I'm good, ma'am. Target's on the move, river side...

White Blood Cell Captain: Get after him or we'll lose him!

*Kyle and White Blood Cell Captain kill the terrorists and continues to chase after the Butcher*

White Blood Cell Captain: Nik, he's cutting through the cafe, river side, south! Where are you?

Nikolai: Inbound, Captain...

*Nikolai rams over the Butcher*

White Blood Cell Captain: Nikolai!

Kyle: We got him!

Nikolai: Is hard to run with concussion, no?

White Blood Cell Captain: Ah, it's only a scratch, get him in the fucking van...

Butcher: Who are you? So my men can send your heads home to your families...

Kyle: Fuck off, shit-pouch...

Nikolai: Uh, small problem!

White Blood Cell Captain: What?

Nikolai: Engine is a little bit cranky!

White Blood Cell Captain: Ah, sing it a bloody lullaby, we gotta go!

White Blood Cell Captain: Cover us, Kyle, light 'em up!

*Kyle fights off the terrorists*

Nikolai: There she is...!

White Blood Cell Captain: Floor it. GO!

*Nikolai drives off*

SOME TIME LATER

*Yegor punches the Butcher*

Yegor: Where are the chemicals?!

Butcher: Up your fucking Russian ass!

*Yegor continues to punch the Butcher*

Butcher: You can't hurt me, you weak piece of shit!

Butcher: But you, Captain. Oh, you can do better than that... You think I forgot your face, SAS? Eh?! Or you, Sergeant?

Kyle: You motherfucker! Ma'am, this fucking prick!

White Blood Cell Captain: Hey! Get your head in the game, Sergeant!

Kyle: We need to break this bastard, Captain.

White Blood Cell Captain: We're about to...

White Blood Cell Captain: Nikolai, where's the package?

Nikolai: Pulling in now, Captain.

White Blood Cell Captain: Okay. You go to Nikolai, you get the package, you come back here. Alright?

Nikolai: Sergeant Garrick. Package is in the back.

Kyle: What is it?

Nikolai: Truth serum.

*Kyle opens the van*

Ousa: Please! Please, let us go! We know nothing!

Nikolai: Bargaining chips... for 'negotiation'.

Nikolai: Perhaps, the Butcher will have a change of heart.

Amon: Momma, what's happening??

Ousa: Shh...shh...it's okay. It's okay, my son. It's okay, baby, just...we'll be out of here soon. Don't worry, okay?

*Kyle grabs Ousa and Amon*

Ousa: Please. Just don't hurt my son! We'll do what you say.

Amon: I'm scared, Momma...

Ousa: Don't be afraid, you're Momma's brave boy...

Ousa: Where are to taking us...?

Amon: Where are we going, Momma?

Ousa: We are going to talk to some people, and then we will go home, okay?

Ousa: What you're doing is unforgivable. We are innocent people...

Ousa: I demand to know why we are here...!

White Blood Cell Captain: Shhh...

White Blood Cell Captain: Kyle, you don't have to do this.

White Blood Cell Captain: You in or out?

Kyle: I'm in, ma'am... All in.

White Blood Cell Captain: Good.

White Blood Cell Captain: Hand them off to Yegor.

Ousa: No! No, no, no! Please!

Butcher: Ousa? Amon?!

Amon: Baba!

*Kyle throws them to Yegor*

Butcher: Hey, be careful with them, you son of a bitch!

Butcher: ARGHHH...!!

White Blood Cell Captain: You wanted the gloves off? They're off.

Ousa: What did you do?! Your own son is here! Your own child!

White Blood Cell Captain: He's got no problem hurting children... Isn't that right, Sergeant?

Kyle: None...

Butcher: Shut up!

Ousa: What have you done?! You promised you'd keep this away from us!

Yegor: Captain, I can't do this.

White Blood Cell Captain: You're excused.

White Blood Cell Captain: Pick it up, Sergeant.

Ousa: What are you going to do to us...?

*Kyle pick up the revolver*

Butcher: Don't...don't...don't. Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Butcher: Hey, no! No! No!

Ousa: Please, please... We are not involved with any of this, I assure you...

Butcher: Hey! Hey! Hey! Stop! Stop! They, they know nothing of this! Okay! Stop!

Ousa: Please, please, please, no... no.

Ousa: Do something! For your son...!

Ousa: Tell the truth! If you know the truth, tell them!

Ousa: TELL THEM!

*Kyle attempts to shoot White Blood Cell Captain*

*gun clicks*

White Blood Cell Captain: Would be a shame if it was loaded, wouldn't it?

White Blood Cell Captain: Rest assured, I wouldn't let the Sergeant brandish a loaded weapon indoors... Unless he had to...

White Blood Cell Captain: Now, last chance. Where's the gas?

*Kyle loads the revolver*

*White Blood Cell Captain grabs Amon*

Butcher: Hey, hey, hey! No, no, no! Leave him, leave him, leave him! Listen! Listen!

Ousa: No! No, please! Please! Leave him alone! No!

Butcher: Listen to me! Listen to me! Karetka Theater!

White Blood Cell Captain: Lying! Lying!

Butcher: No, I am not! I swear to you, I'm not! The gas is there. Karetka Theater. I swear to you!

Kyle: Where's Hadir?

Butcher: The 'youngblood'? You, you're too late to stop him.

Butcher: Go, Sergeant. Save some fucking Russians. General Barkov will already be dead.

*White Blood Cell Captain throws Amon to Ousa*

White Blood Cell Captain: Hadir... He's going after Barkov.

White Blood Cell Captain: We're done with him. You take a minute.

*Kyle kills the Butcher*

White Blood Cell Captain: Gas is at the Karetka Theater. Secure it and call it in, you know the drill.

Nikolai: Will do.

Nikolai: Cruiser is yours. It'll get you out of the city.

White Blood Cell Captain: Hadir's at Barkov's Estate. He's going to kill him.

Nikolai: And start the world war.

White Blood Cell Captain: Not if we get him first.

White Blood Cell Captain: Garrick, get in the car. Cover us.

*Kyle enters the car*

White Blood Cell Captain: There's a fine line between right and wrong.

Police officer: vvedite tri dva odin!

Police officer: Federal'naya politsiya! Ne dvigaysya! Nikomu ne dvigat'sya!

Police officer: Nikakikh ugroz

Police officer: Vizual'noye predstavleniye khimicheskikh veshchestv

Police officer: Vse podrazdeleniya, zalozhniki tsely, khimikaty tsely, Myasnik tochno opoznan.

Russian Commander: Skopiruyte eto. Krizis predotvrashchen. Pribyvayut gruppy Khazmat. Gorod snova v bezopasnosti...

AFTER OLD COMRADES

White Blood Cell Captain: Hey...

White Blood Cell Captain: There's a checkpoint.

Kyle: For us?

White Blood Cell Captain: What? Is there a difference?

Kyle: Road's blocked. What's the plan...?

White Blood Cell Captain: Shock and awe.

[POLICE SIRENS WAIL]

Kyle: What if they don't move?

White Blood Cell Captain: Then all hell's going to break loose...

Kyle: 3 seconds...

White Blood Cell Captain: That's plenty of time...

*police officers jump out of the way*

White Blood Cell Captain: [LAUGHS]

Kyle: Holy shit, Captain...

White Blood Cell Captain: Nikolai saved our bacon.

Kyle: What if they follow?

White Blood Cell Captain: They won't.

Kyle: Boss...

Kyle: What the hell are we doing here?

White Blood Cell Captain: We're cleaning up a mess.

Kyle: With women and children?

White Blood Cell Captain: They were leverage.

Kyle: They were hostages.

White Blood Cell Captain: When you take the gloves off, you get blood on your hands, Kyle. That's how it works.

Kyle: Where do we draw the line on this, ma'am?

White Blood Cell Captain: You draw the line wherever you need it, Sergeant.

White Blood Cell Captain: End of the day someone has to make the enemy scared of the dark.

White Blood Cell Captain: We get dirty and the world stays clean. That's the mission.

White Blood Cell Captain: Now if you're having second thoughts, then I can do this on my own...

Kyle: No, ma'am. No second thoughts.

White Blood Cell Captain: Good.

White Blood Cell Captain: Now let's get Hadir before he kills Barkov.

Chapter Text

Kyle: Moving to the third floor.

White Blood Cell Captain: Watch your fire. I'm up top.

White Blood Cell Captain: Get the door open. I'll cover you.

Kyle: 4-5-1...

*Kyle opens the door*

*Kyle and White Blood Cell Captain see Hadir*

Hadir (unknown): Captain, please... I didn't know it was you!

White Blood Cell Captain: You stupid bastard! Where's Barkov?!

Hadir: He's not here!

White Blood Cell Captain: But his family was here!

Hadir: Are you protecting him?

Kyle: No. We're taking you...

White Blood Cell Captain: Come.

Hadir: Wait! I am not your enemy, look...

Hadir: I know where the gas is made. I have the location...

White Blood Cell Captain: This is Barkov's chemical factory?

Hadir: Yes. I'm taking it down. We are still on the same side, Captain...

White Blood Cell Captain: Not like this...

Hadir: Then help us... Please. Help my sister...

Hadir: Listen!

White Blood Cell Captain: Get down!

Russian Soldier 2: Oni vnutri glavnogo doma!

White Blood Cell Captain: It's Barkov's men!

Kyle: We need to leave!

Hadir: I know a way out. The north side tunnels.

White Blood Cell Captain: You're in my custody, Hadir. Don't fuck about.

Hadir: The door is stuck!

White Blood Cell Captain: Kyle, the door is stuck! Quick!

*Hadir, Kyle, and White Blood Cell Captain break down the door*

White Blood Cell Captain: Keep moving!

White Blood Cell Captain: Move right! GO!

White Blood Cell Captain: Down the stairs!

White Blood Cell Captain: You've stirred the hornet's nest, Hadir! Barkov will want heads for this!

*Kyle falls down the stairs and rubble falls on him*

*White Blood Cell Captain and Russian soldier get into a scuffle*

*Hadir stops the Russian soldier*

*White Blood Cell Captain kills the Russian soldier*

Hadir: We have to go, now!

White Blood Cell Captain: Just keep your gun on the Russians.

Hadir: Help Garrick, I'll cover.

White Blood Cell Captain: You done in, Sergeant?

Hadir: Incoming!

Kyle: Never.

White Blood Cell Captain: On your feet, we are leaving!

Hadir: Sergeant! Your weapon!

*Hadir, Kyle, and White Blood Cell Captain get to the gate*

Hadir: It's locked! Captain, I need something to open it!

White Blood Cell Captain: Take these!

*White Blood Cell Captain gives Hadir the bolt cutters*

*Hadir opens the gate*

Hadir: It's open! Let's go!

White Blood Cell Captain: Missiles incoming!

*Hadir, Kyle, and White Blood Cell Captain escape through the tunnel*

White Blood Cell Captain: Clear your head, son.

Kyle: Never been more clear, ma'am...

Hadir: You'll help me attack the lab, yes?

Kyle: Not on your life. You're going down for this.

Hadir: Captain?

White Blood Cell Captain: This was a one way trip, Hadir, you knew that.

Hadir: But you'll do the right thing, yes?

Kyle: Boss, tell me we're gonna finish this.

White Blood Cell Captain: We'll need support. Let's hope we get it...

Kyle: Move!

AFTER GOING DARK

Hadir: Captain, please, give Farah the plans. Tell her the truth.

Kyle: You'll have a chance to tell the whole world.

Hadir: I don't care about the world. I did this for my sister.

Watcher 1: Baseplate to 0-6, friendly air-traffic approaching south at 1-8-0. Callsign is Watcher 1.

White Blood Cell Captain: Copy.

White Blood Cell Captain: It's Laswell.

Kyle: What's he doing here?

White Blood Cell Captain: I smell blood...

White Blood Cell Captain: Lab intel. Keep it on you.

Kyle: Yes, ma'am.

White Blood Cell Captain: The hell is this?

Laswell: The off-switch. We're turning him over.

White Blood Cell Captain: To who?

Laswell: Russia.

White Blood Cell Captain: Prisoner swap?

Laswell: It's one way.

Kyle: What's the word, boss?

White Blood Cell Captain: Stand by...

Laswell: Don't make this ugly, Captain.

White Blood Cell Captain: You give me a reason not to!

Laswell: It's a proxy war, White Blood Cell. We're all just pawns in this.

White Blood Cell Captain: You speak for yourself.

White Blood Cell Captain: Hand him over.

Kyle: Yes, ma'am.

*US Soldiers put a bag on Hadir's head*

White Blood Cell Captain: Hadir's yours, Intel's mine.

Laswell: Whatever you've got going on here, I can help.

White Blood Cell Captain: I'll call you if I need you.

URZIKSTAN

*truck approaches Farah's base*

*truck stops*

*White Blood Cell Captain and Kyle comes out*

Kyle: Got your six, Captain.

White Blood Cell Captain: Farah!

White Blood Cell Captain: Let's talk...

*Farah comes out*

Farah: I know how this works, Captain.

White Blood Cell Captain: Not this time. They gave Hadir to the Russians,

Farah: They'll kill him.

White Blood Cell Captain: If he's lucky.

Farah: Looks like you saved the free world again, Captain White Blood Cell.

White Blood Cell Captain: Hadir located Barkov's lab in Eastern Georgia.

Farah: Gas factory?

White Blood Cell Captain: He had plans to destroy it.

Farah: Hadir is fucking crazy.

White Blood Cell Captain: Yeah, but, we're all a little bit crazy, aren't we?

White Blood Cell Captain: Isn't that right, Alex?

Alex: Affirmative, ma'am.

White Blood Cell Captain: With your help, we can finish what he started...

Farah: You're a good friend, Captain. And a worse enemy, I'm sure...

Farah: But I do not cross borders and invade. I defend my people here at home.

White Blood Cell Captain: Well sometime the best line of defense...

*Farah and her soldiers aim their guns at White Blood Cell Captain*

*White Blood Cell Captain give Farah the intel*

White Blood Cell Captain: It's all there, the plans, the personnel...

Farah: I see...

*Farah smiles*

Farah: A militia with no ties to the West could carry out this mission...

White Blood Cell Captain: And they'd all blame 'the terrorists', wouldn't they?

Farah: I knew I could trust you.

Farah: If Barkov's there... He's mine.

Chapter Text

*Alex, Farah, and Urzikstan Militia enter the gas factory*

*Alex kills the Russian Juggernaut*

Farah: Big boy's down!

Farah: This way to the furnace, we're getting close...

*detonator beeping*

Alex: Farah, we've got a problem...

Farah: What is it?

White Blood Cell Captain: Echo, this is Actual, how copy?

Alex: Send traffic Actual.

White Blood Cell Captain: Got eyes on General Barkov! I say again, Barkov is moving to the heli-pad!

Alex: Echo is approaching the furnace, now, Actual.

White Blood Cell Captain: Set your charges and move!

Alex: Roger, Echo, out!

Farah: The furnace is through here!

Farah: There's the door!

Alex: On it!

*Alex presses the button and Alex and Farah enter the furnace*

Farah: Clear!

Farah: What happened?

Alex: Detonator's fucked.

Farah: It's dead.

Farah: I'll go in there.

Alex: And do what?

Farah: Ignite the furnace.

Alex: You'll never get away in time.

Farah: I know what I'm doing.

Alex: Farah...listen to me.

Farah: No, you listen to me... because of this poison, my people have known something worse than war. I did not come this far to turn back.

Alex: I'm not asking you to turn back... I'm asking you to give me the order.

Farah: I won't do that.

Alex: Commander, please.

Farah: I am not your CO.

Alex: Then who is?

Alex: Because someone needs to light this fire and someone needs to kill Barkov...and you can't do both.

Alex: I've been on assignment my whole life. This...is one I believe in.

Alex: Give me the order.

Farah: You are a freedom fighter, Alex.

Alex: You're a born leader, Farah.

Alex: Say the word.

Farah: Go.

Alex: Yes, ma'am...

*Farah presses the button*

Alex: Good luck.

*Alex goes into the furnace*

Alex: Bravo, Echo is set at the furnace. Farah's going for the general.

Kyle: Roger, Echo! Fighting to the pipeline now!

White Blood Cell Captain: You set, Sergeant?

Kyle: No ROE's now, huh, Captain?

White Blood Cell Captain: None at all. Starting with that sniper!

*White Blood Cell Captain and Kyle kill the Russian soldiers*

Kyle: We're clear!

White Blood Cell Captain: Bravo, on me! Pipes lead this way, let's get this done!

Kyle: Yes, ma'am!

*Into the Furnace by Sarah Schachner plays in the background*

White Blood Cell Captain: Alright, set the charges! Let's go!

*White Blood Cell Captain and Kyle set the charges*

Kyle Pipeline charges hot!

White Blood Cell Captain: Fuckin' hell, Barkov's buggin' out. Farah, Nikolai, where are you?

Barkov: Mne vse ravno, skol'ko seychas vremeni, ya khochu, chtoby na linii byla Moskva, slyshish'?! Skazhite im, chto eto general Barkov! menya ne proignoriruyut!

White Blood Cell Captain: Say again, Barkov is wheels up... Farah?! Farah?!

Farah: Stand by...

Farah: I've got eyes on...

*Farah stabs Barkov*

Barkov: YOU!

Farah: Yes, Barkov...

Farah: Me.

*Farah stabs Barkov multiple times*

Barkov: I told you, Farah, a long time ago, your country breeds terrorists...that's why you're here. Do you see it now? I was trying to protect Russia...I was trying to stop this...now I see, I should have done more...

Farah: I am NOT a terrorist, I AM KARIM.

Barkov: No! WAIT!

*Farah pushes off Barkov and Barkov dies*

White Blood Cell Captain: Farah, what's your status?

Farah: Captain, Barkov is dead.

White Blood Cell Captain: Roger, that.

White Blood Cell Captain: Alex, charges set?

Alex: Affirmative, ma'am.

Farah: Alex?

Alex: I'm not getting out of here. Let's do this.

Farah: Thank you.

Alex: Yes, ma'am.

Farah: All clear, Captain.

White Blood Cell Captain: Rog. All stations, on my mark... 3... 2... 1...

*gas factory explodes*

White Blood Cell Captain: Confirm visual, targets destroyed. Well done... Proceed to exfil.

Nikolai: Karim!

Nikolai: Mother Russia would approve!

Nikolai: Where to...?

Farah: Urzikstan. Home.

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*White Blood Cell Captain sits with Laswell*

Laswell: Tea?

White Blood Cell Captain: Yeah, well I'm a long way from a proper pint.

Laswell: Russia disowned Barkov.

White Blood Cell Captain: Well they didn't have much of a choice did they? He's dead.

Laswell: You took a big bite out of that problem, White Blood Cell.

White Blood Cell Captain: For now... but left unchecked...

Laswell: They won't be.

Laswell: General Shepherd pulled the files you asked for. What exactly is this about?

White Blood Cell Captain: A task force.

Laswell: No. We already have loose ends.

White Blood Cell Captain: And I will tie them.

Laswell: I can fund assets, not outlaws.

White Blood Cell Captain: Enjoy the tea then.

Laswell: Zakhaev wants Barkov's throne.

White Blood Cell Captain: I almost buried him in Pripyat... With MacMillan.

Laswell That was the father. This is the son, "Victor".

White Blood Cell Captain: Lovely family...

Laswell: They're big fans of Hadir's...

White Blood Cell Captain: Well, that would explain why he's still alive.

Laswell: They're going to get him out.

White Blood Cell Captain: Then give me what I need...

*Laswell give White Blood Cell Captain the files*

Laswell: Who's your crew?

White Blood Cell Captain: Sergeant Garrick.

Laswell: Kyle?

White Blood Cell Captain: They call him "Gaz". He never said anything.

White Blood Cell Captain: John MacTavish, SAS. Sniper and demolitions. Goes by "Soap".

Laswell: Why?

White Blood Cell Captain: That's classified.

White Blood Cell Captain: [CHUCKLING]

White Blood Cell Captain: There he is...

White Blood Cell Captain: Simon Riley.

Laswell: There's no picture.

White Blood Cell Captain: Never.

White Blood Cell Captain: Now the rest...

White Blood Cell Captain: That's need to know. Unless we got a deal.

Laswell: What are you calling this task force?

White Blood Cell Captain: 141.

CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE

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One Year Later...

2020

White Blood Cell Captain: Bravo 6 to Griggs. Go green...

Griggs: Copy Actual. Demon teams have cordoned off the silo.

White Blood Cell Captain: Gaz. Report...

Gaz: At the tower with Ghost. We hacked Zakhaev's comms. He's up, stand by...

Victor Zakhaev: Our victory today will be decisive. Together, we put a knife to the neck of history... It's time now for the final cut...

White Blood Cell Captain: All stations, be advised Zakhaev's lighting the fuse, we don't have much time... Farah, where are you...?

Farah: At the entry with Alex, creating a diversion.

Alex: Guards are coming our way now, Actual...

White Blood Cell Captain: Keep 'em busy.

Victor: They come to Verdansk to stop us, but they couldn't resist fighting each other... This war is 50 years in the making... No more treaties, no more diplomacy... These weapons will no longer lie dormant.

*Victor prepares to launch the nuke*

Victor: Your work is not in vain, father.

*lights shut off*

*Victor pulls out his gun*

Victor: Show yourself...!

Victor: You're wasting your t--

*White Blood Cell Captain shoots Victor*

*White Blood Cell Captain kicks Victor's gun down the silo*

White Blood Cell Captain: Victor...

Victor: Captain White Blood Cell... I am not surprised.

*alarm rings*

White Blood Cell Captain: You're a dead man, Zakhaev...

*White Blood Cell Captain picks up Victor*

Victor: I started a war... Killing me won't stop it.

White Blood Cell Captain: Oh, I won't kill you... But the fall will...

Victor: Wait... No...

*White Blood Cell Captain throws Victor down the silo*

Victor: NOooo...!

*Victor lands into water and escapes*

White Blood Cell Captain: All stations, Zakhaev is dead, but the missile is hot.

White Blood Cell Captain: Nik, I need the codes now...

Nikolai: Copy, here it comes, Actual...

Nikolai: 6...

White Blood Cell Captain: 6...

Nikolai: 1...

White Blood Cell Captain: 1...

Nikolai: 5...

White Blood Cell Captain: 5...

Nikolai: sshirr----rerrk

White Blood Cell Captain: Say again...!

Nikolai: sshirr----rerrk

White Blood Cell Captain: Nik! Say again, I've lost you. Nik!

White Blood Cell Captain: Bloody hell, Nik. The last digit!

Nikolai: 7! 6157!!

*White Blood Cell Captain presses 7 on the keypad*

*Nuke stops with one second to spare*

White Blood Cell Captain: All call signs this net. Launch is terminated... Mission accomplished.

Ghost: This isn't over...

White Blood Cell Captain: Not by a long shot.

Soap: MacTavish to Actual...

White Blood Cell Captain: Soap... What's your position?

Soap: Half a click off the coast. Things are really heating up out here...

White Blood Cell Captain: Hold tight... We're moving your way.

White Blood Cell Captain: On me...

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1 YEAR LATER

2021

URZIKSTAN

Russian Soldier: It is time. Mask up. Light them up.

*turret fires on soldiers*

*Russian soldiers move to a part of a hotel*

Mercenary: Go.

*Russian soldiers enter the hotel and breaches a wall*

*Russian soldiers enter the room and turns on a chem light*

*Russian soldiers sees the dead bodies of U-1196, U-1212, U-8787, and JJ-4141*

Mercenary: All good.

*Canister opens revealing 2 vials of Aetherium*

Fletcher: Room's clean.

Russian Soldier: Oh. They're actually real.

*Russian soldier takes of his mask and reveals himself to be Viktor Zhakaev*

Viktor: They're actually here.

Viktor: Ha!

*Viktor places both Aetherium vials into a case*

Fletcher: Let's go.

*Russian Soldiers leave the hotel*

Alarmed Mercenary #1: Boss! We gotta go, now!

Alarmed Mercenary #2: It's the cops!

Alarmed Mercenary #3: Here they come!

Mercenary: Put them down!

*Mercenary fires a rocket at the cops*

*turret fires on the cops*

*Military Police Sniper destroys the turret*

*Viktor gets into cover*

*Viktor throws a vial of Aetherium and quickly gets into the LTV*

*vial of Aetherium shatters and Aetherium gas comes out*

*Military Police Soldiers cough*

*Mercenary tries to resist changing into a zombie but fails*

Mercenary: Arrrrrgggghhhhhh!

*Zombies kill the Military Police Soldiers and the other Mercenaries*

Fletcher: Fuck!

Fletcher: What the fuck?!

Viktor: Looks like we've found our weapon.

*Russian Soldiers leave the area*

Helicopter Pilot: We're coming up on the EZ, ETA 2 minutes.

Laswell: We got intel that Zakhaev was planning something a few months ago.

Soap: By the time we worked out where he was operatin', all we could do is go kinetic an' hope to flush the bastard out.

Laswell: One of our checkpoints reported hostile contact, then the whole town went dark.

Soap: Until we know what's goin'on, containment is the name o' the game. No one gets in. Nothin', and I mean nothin' gets out. Clear?

Laswell: Liz here has experience with this kind of incursion.

Liz: Prevyet.

Soap: She'll give you the way o' the land. Keep your head up and listen to her if you wanna survive.

Laswell: Report to SSO Greene, out here, this is her show. Welcome to Operation Deadbolt.

Liz: This is us. Let's move.

*some time later*

Greene: Deadbolt Actual to Strike Team. Time to earn your pay.

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*after the strike team rescues Dr. Jansen*

Jansen: Is all this cloak and dagger stuff necessary? I'm the one who called you, remember?

Soap: I'm no the one that needs convincin'. Keep walkin'.

Liz: Welcome to Operation Deadbolt. The boss would like a word with you.

*Greene opens the interrogation room*

*ominous music plays*

Jansen: The company hired me to continue my research on energy production from n-dimensional interactions. It was purely theoretical, right up until it wasn't.

*Selma Greene enters the room*

Jansen: As for Zakhaev, I had no idea I was working for a terrorist!

Greene: You're lying.

Jansen: I thought he was the CEO. I'm a physicist, not a mind reader. And I wouldn't have had to work for him, or anyone, if you arseholes hadn't shut me down. Zakhaev is still out there with even more weapons grade Aetherium. But I happen to know he keeps it on his person at all times. Why would I tell you that if I didn't want him stopped? Look, I know this element down to it's protons. I'm fairly certain I can find a way to neutralize it.

Soap: Fairly certain won't cut it. Can you do it or not?

Liz: Perhaps we should hear her out.

Jansen: Please. I have to fix this. I may be the only person who can!

*knife unsheathing*

Greene: You better be right.

*Greene cuts off Jansen's zip tie*

*meanwhile at Zakhaev's enrichment facility*

Fletcher: Extraction's going great, we're gonna make a killing selling this Aetherium.

Zakhaev: When I've enriched enough to make more of these, you can do as you please with the rest.

Fletcher: And what about our runner?

Zakhaev: Hmph.

Zakhaev: She's played her part. Find her and kill her.

*Zakhaev looks at the Aetherium*

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*after the strike team tests the Aetherium Neutralizer*

Jansen: As you can see, the test was a success. The Aether Neutralizer destabilizes any Aetherium within it's blast radius. What remains of the element rapidly decays into harmless isotopes. But... That was raw, unprocessed Aetherium. The material in Zakhaev's vial is highly enriched. My projections show this weapons grade Aetherium can withstand our prototype.

Greene: In other words, you failed. This was a waste of time and resources.

Jansen: Not true! The principle has been proven. We just need to amplify the neutralizer and recalibrate it's output.

Soap: An' you can do that, can you?

Jansen: Not quite. But Zakhaev obtained key research written by the expert on Aetherium enrichment.

Liz: JJ-4141...

Soap: Old mate of yours?

Liz: Friends are a luxury I can seldom afford.

Jansen: Zakhaev stored JJ-4141's research in a vault. It'll be heavily guarded, but that research holds the key to upgrading the neutralizer.

Greene: We don't have time for this. Our focus should be Zakhaev himself.

Liz: And if we find him, then what? He unleashes his remaining vial, and we have nothing to counter it...?

Soap: Deadbolt might be able to hammer this hard enough to contain it... But if the objective is to end it, that neutralizer's our best shot.

Greene: Fine. Get JJ-4141's data. See what Dr. Jansen can do with it.

*Jansen winces*

*Jansen takes some Clozapine*

Liz: Ava, what is wrong?

Jansen: Just a migraine. It'll pass. They always do.

Liz: ...

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*Orcus roars*

*Jansen covers her ears*

*Jansen runs for the neutralizer*

Liz: Doctor Jansen! Wait!

*Liz is stopped by Orcus*

*Orcus roars*

*electricity crackling*

*Jansen activate the neutralizer and defeats Orcus*

*Liz and Soldiers get knocked back and a portal opens*

*Liz and Soldiers slowly get sucked into the portal*

*Liz hangs onto some rubble*

Soldier: No! Ahhh!

*soldier gets sucked into the dark aether*

*soldiers hang on*

*soldier trips on the ground and gets sucked into the dark aether*

*Jansen slowly gets sucked into the dark aether*

Fletcher: Zed, we've gotta get out of here!

Zakhaev: Coward!

*Zakhaev pulls out his vial*

*Zakhaev sees the aetherium get sucked into the portal*

Zakhaev: This can't be happening!

*Fletcher throws Zakhaev into a building*

Entity: Let us in.

Jansen: Ahhhhhh!

*portal closes*

*Jansen slowly goes back to the ground*

*Liz runs to Jansen*

Liz: Ava?

*Jansen's purple eyes return to normal*

Jansen: What happened?

Liz: Do you not...do you not remember?

Jansen: No, I thought I heard a voice. Something...calling...from the other side.

*some time later*

*soldiers drag some unconscious Terminus soldiers*

Soap: Take 'em to the brig. Greene'll get the interrogations started. Nae sign o' Zakhaev. He may be blooded but he's still breathin'. Next time he sticks his head up, I'll take it off.

Jansen: What about the Neutralizer?

Liz: Dobbs? What's the SitRep? Give me some good news.

Dobbs: Mmm...Negative. Good initial clear on detonation, but Dark Aether contacts are still repopulating.

Liz: Pizdets.

Dobbs: Also picking up an energy spike in the Red Zone. Never seen anything like it.

Soap: Looks like this shit-show just keeps getting better an' better. Everyone RTB! Looks like this op isn't gonna' be over anytime soon!

Liz: Fang. Liz. Ready for evac.

Fang: Solid copy. Stand by, ETA 2 minutes.

*massive rift opens in the red zone*

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*after strike team leaves the dark aether*

Entity: Your presence means nothing here. This is not your domain. It is ours. Made of memories you will not corrupt.

*Ava winces and picks up her pills*

*alarm ringing*

*Ava picks up her pistol and leaves her room*

[muffled screams and distant gunfire]

*soldier gasping for air*

*Ava sees a lot of zombies and zombies of U-1196, U-1212, U-8787, and JJ-4141*

*Ava kills the zombies but it's actually the air*

Liz: Ava!

*Ava accidentally cuts off Liz's throat*

Liz: *gasping for air and falls on the ground*

Greene: Drop your weapon! Drop it!

*soldiers restrain Jansen*

Entity/Ava: We will never be alone again. We. Will. Be. One.

*Ava snaps back into reality*

Liz: Jansen, this is Liz. The Strike Team have returned from the rift.

Jansen: Liz?

Liz: Ava, they made contact with some kind of entity, and are coming for debrief. Report to Ops.

Jansen: Th-They met...what?

Liz: An entity, inside the rift.

Jansen: I'll be right there.

U-1196 (DECEASED)

U-1212 (DECEASED)

U-8787 (DECEASED)

JJ-4141 (DECEASED)

Liz (ACTIVE)

Samuel Maxis (CLASSIFIED JANUS DIRECTIVE 6776 DAYS AGO)

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*after the strike team and Liz exit the Dark Aether*

*Liz giving herself stitches*

Liz: [Grunts]

*Ava enters the room*

Ava: You've got some explaining to do. You're hurt.

Liz: I have had worse.

Ava: I don't doubt it. Or I wouldn't have to, if your file wasn't a black hole.

LIZ (ACTIVE)

Liz: My file? How did you-

Ava: Please. Breaking the locks on a few cold-case CIA files? From a CIA terminal? Not exactly a challenge-

Liz: [Grunts]

Ava: You're making a mess of that. Give it here.

*Ava stitches Liz*

U-1212 (DECEASED)

Samuel Maxis (CLASSIFIED JANUS DIRECTIVE 6776 DAYS AGO)

Ava: You were a part of Requiem?

Liz: Yes.

Ava: What happened to them?

Liz: Maxis sacrificed himself to end the outbreak. We promised we would find a way to rescue him. And when we failed...it was...a blow. Some of us took it very hard. We promised never to let this happen again-

Ava: So you're zero for two on those promises.

Liz: But I am still here, am I not Dr. Jansen? I am still fighting.

Ava: And here's the thing. You shouldn't be. That was 30 years ago, and look at you.

Liz: I have good genes.

Ava: Oh that's a crock, and you know it! What was the focus of Requiem's Aetherium Research?

Liz: Dr. Jansen...Ava... Perhaps when the outbreak is contained... we will talk of the old days.

Ava: Fine. If that's how you want to play it.

*Ava finishes stitching Liz*

Liz: [Grunts]

Ava: If you won't help me, I'll find my own answers.

*Ava leaves the room*

Liz: Oh Ava... Your parents would be...are...they are so proud of you.

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*after strike team, Liz, and Ava leave the dark aether*

Liz: We almost lost you, Ava. Your obsession with U-1212's research almost got you killed. It is too dangerous to keep this from you any more.

Ava: What is it?

Liz: U-1212's last words to you...

*Liz plays the recording from August 15th 1996*

U-1212: Ava. I went through this in my head so many times but... I'm still not sure what to say... But I can't do what I need to, without trying to talk to you. Even if it's just to say goodbye. I carried you, I gave birth to you, but your biological father, was Sam, Samuel Maxis. He was the kindest, bravest soul I have ever met. And I miss him so much. We were all exposed to the dark aether, Sam most of all. One day he went into the dark aether... and didn't come back. This is why you are so important. You are bonded to the dark aether. It's in your genes. No one knows whether that could be something wonderful or something... dangerous. We are dying, but we can ensure that someone will watch over you. We agreed Liz would be the best choice, especially given her connection to you. I know the Jansen's will have given you the best life, but giving you up? At only three years old? I-I am so sorry. I'd like to hope there's a part of you that will remember me.

Ava: There is.

U-1212: I love you, Ava. Goodbye.

*Liz pauses the recording*

Ava: How could you not tell me the truth?

Liz: I did not choose to be your mother.

Ava: My mother?! Do you even think of me as a daughter? Or am I more of a liability?

Liz: Requiem took 'genetic' samples from all of us, with or without our consent.

Ava: Who the fuck did you people think you were to make these decisions?!

Liz: The Entity. It is a reflection of you. A shadow. Born the same moment you were, and every time the veil between this world and the dark aether is lifted, it's influence grows stronger. Please. You need to let me help you.

Ava: Help me?! All you've done... is LIE!

Liz: Wait, Ava wait, Ava!

*Ava leaves the room*

Liz: *sighs* *looks at U-1212* I'm sorry...

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Liz: Kapitan Elizabeth. Personal log. Perhaps I should stop saying rank. It was stripped from me long ago. I have been many things. Knight in Danafor. After Spetsnaz. Informant. Traitor. Requiem Operator. Mob Enforcer in Avalon. Instrument of Revenge... Slayer of Monsters. Decades have passed. The world transformed. And yet here we are again. At least this time, we had a plan in place. Operation Deadbolt came together overnight. My colleagues seem capable enough, even if they do not trust me. And why should they? But there is already so much for them to absorb. My story can wait until they are ready. I only hope this is my last dance with darkness. I just don't know how many more monsters I can slay.

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Miller: Um, excuse me Liz, feel free to send me packing, but I've noticed you're not rattled by anything going on here. Also, people've been saying Greene didn't have a choice in bringing you on board.

Liz: My expertise came... at a high price. Being here, it is my duty. We all have our instructions.

Miller: Hmm...I've got history with this kind of thing too. The place I grew up, it was a town by the name of Harpers Ferry.

Liz: My god... You were there? But you would have been so young... how did you possib-

Miller: Hold up. You know about what happened? Every pencil neck I've ever spoken to said those files were sealed.

Liz: People... they tell me things. I know it was a tragedy.

Miller: Well, shit. I've kept my mouth shut, worked my ass off in the service, and convinced the powers that be to assign me to Deadbolt, just to find out that you're one with the answers?!

Liz: Perhaps I can help? When you have time, record what you remember. And I can do my best to connect the dots for you. Separate fact from fiction.

Miller: Y-You'd do that?

Liz: I promise.

Miller: Deal. Now, that means you can't go dying on me.

Liz: *chuckles* I... am good at keeping promises.

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Miller: Liz. I know you told me to record this when I had time. Well, I'm making time. If you can fill in the gaps, I might be able to make peace with what happened. Right. Outbreak day. *inhales* *exhales* First thing I did that day was wake up and go to school. It was 1991 so I must've been in kindergar-no wait, no...first grade. Sometime after recess there was a fire-drill. When everyone filed out onto the playground, we found our parents waiting for us. I was so excited to see Mom and Dad, it... I-I didn't notice how scared they looked, I thought they'd planned something special, like we were going to the bowling alley or something. Before I knew what was happening, Mom grabbed me by the wrist and ran. I-I mean I had no idea where we were going, now that I think about it, she probably didn't either. Dad had his hunting rifle with him. He was just ahead of us, but I kept losing sight of him 'cuz he was always ducking around corners. Mom still had her hand wrapped my wrist, telling me to pick up my feet or I'd get left behind. Our little town must've been in chaos, but I didn't notice any of that. All I could do was focus on staying upright. I-I tried to keep up, I really did. but my legs were too short and we were running so fast. I cried begging Mom to slow down, but she just tightened her grip, and kept her eyes straight ahead. Saying over and over... "Pick up your feet, babygirl, or you're gonna get left behind!" I tried to get Dad's attention, get him to tell her to stop. But he'd bolted down the alleyway by Olly's Comics. That's when I heard a loud crash. Somethin' growled. Dad started screaming...and then...then the rifle went off. Mom just kept running. I think that's enough for today.

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INTERROGATION PROGRESS BRIEF

Subject: U-1196, Neutrophil

Interrogator: Ernst Duffer

Initial Intake Status: Blames herself for the incarceration of Requiem. Brainstorm ways to exploit this.

Acts as an anchor point for the rest of her team. Keeping her separated from U-1212 and JJ-4141 may give us an advantage.

The Director wants this one to suffer.

Current Status: Without a clear purpose, U-1196 has become a bitter, broken woman.

Physical labor will continue to take place before our sessions, it makes her more malleable.

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INTERROGATION PROGRESS BRIEF

Subject: U-1212, Neutrophil

Interrogator: Ernst Duffer

Initial Intake Status: Impudent and willful in session but footage from holding cell suggests she is putting on a brave face.

Repeatedly stated during intake that someone would come looking for her and other members of Requiem.

Current Status: Acts ambivalent in regard to her own safety, no longer responds to threats of physical harm.

Has stated she no longer believes anyone is coming for her.

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INTERROGATION PROGRESS BRIEF

Subject: U-8787, Neutrophil

Interrogator: Ernst Duffer

Initial Intake Status: Trained to counteract interrogation tactics. Time to get creative.

She boosts morale for the group. Break her, break them all.

Current Status: Has resorted to shutting down via dissociation during interrogation.

Careful to conserve her energy in my presence.

Running physical training sessions with her companions has kept her stable.

Considering isolation.

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Interrogation Progress Brief

Subject: JJ-4141, Erythrocyte

Interrogator: Ernst Duffer

Initial Intake Status: Clings to stringent moral standards.

Pragmatic core will take time to crack.

Be sure his knowledge is integral to our objective.

CURRENT STATUS: Welfare of teammates and curiosity keeps him on task.

Grip on reality loosened considerably.

Has become very adept at misdirection. Exercise caution.

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To: Station Chief Maxwell

We are writing to inform you that Ernst Duffer has been assigned to serve as interrogator for the foreseeable future. Mr. Duffer previously served in a similar position at a facility in Hohenschonhausen, Germany. While we cannot disclose his professional history at this time, please understand that we believe he will uphold the standard of quality we have come to expect from Terminus Island.

Sincerely,

Project Janus Administration

09/17/1987

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*After the strike team, Liz, and Ava defeat The Entity and leaves the dark aether*

3 Years and 3 months later

2024

West Virginia

*phone ringing*

*Ava picks up her phone*

Ava: Ah, checking up on your daughter?

Liz: I, uh, wanted to say hello... To ask, uh, how you are doing?

Ava: I'm on my best behavior. Promise.

*Ava looks at classified Project Janus documents and blueprints*

Liz: No, no. A lot has happened. It has taken a while to... process it all.

Ava: "Process it all?" Who are you, and what have you done with Liz?

Liz: *chuckles* So, what are your plans. What is next for Dr. Jansen?

Ava: You are checking up on me!

Liz: Ava! *chuckles*

Ava: Chill out! I'm glad you called. I tried the whole vacation thing, I really did, but I needed to keep my mind occupied. I kept thinking about Miller's report. I'm visiting the site of the localized incursion she survived as a child.

*Ava looks out her window*

Ava: Harpers Ferry is even more than a one-horse town than I suspected.

Liz: Bozhe moi! Ava. Listen. You must leave that place. It is not safe.

Ava: (Sharp intake of breath)

Chorus of Whispering Voices (U-1212): Ava.

Liz: Are you there? Ava?

Ava: Mother? Is that you?

*Chorus of Whispering Voices drag Ava into the portal*

Liz: Ava? Ava! AVA!!

Welcome to Harpers Ferry.

One visit and you'll want to stay forever.

THE STORY WILL CONTINUE...

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Ref: Harpers Ferry Outbreak Incident

Interview Date 02/23/1991

Subj: Miller, Krystal

Interviewer: Blanchard, John

Transcript follows:

JB: Deposition 1 subject Krystal Miller. February 23rd, 1991. Janus Security Chief John Blanchard attending.

JB: Hello Krystal, I'm John, do you remember me from yesterday?

KM:...

JB: I'm sorry Krystal, you're going to have to speak into the microphone can you do that for me, hon?

KM: Yes.

JB: I'm going to ask you a few questions. Do you think you can answer them for me?

KM: Yes.

JB: How old are you, Krystal?

KM: Five.

JB: Five. Okay. You're doing great, you're being very brave. Do you know why you're here?

KM: Yes.

JB: Do you think you can tell me why?

KM: Because they're all dead.

JB: Who's dead, Krystal?

KM: Mommy, Daddy, and the man in Oliver's comic bookstore.

JB: Can you tell me what happened?

KM: Other people chased Daddy down an alley and bit him. He fired his rifle, but then Mom grabbed my wrist really, really hard, pulled me down the street. It really hurt.

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Soap: SSO Greene. I set this meet so we can bury the beef between you and Elizabeth... It hurts your leadership. It hurts morale. And I am not losing anymore operators because you two can't play nice.

Greene: The ball's in Elizabeth's court. Always has been.

Soap: Negative. You work your shite out, right here... right now. Both of ya... Eli, give her something. Help Greene get to a place where she can let herself trust you.

Liz: I am a veteran of previous outbreaks. I know this enemy as well as anyone can. Why is this not enough?

Greene: Because you are hiding things from me that I need to do my job. You serve this operation, not the other way around.

Soap: Easy, now... Least we're talking. Could you rely on someone who won't show all their cards, Eli...?

Liz: Nyet...but... we always compartmentalize intelligence, do we not?

Greene: Not to our superiors. I need all I can get from you to do my job right.

Liz: And if I withhold things for your protection? What if knowing more does not make you safer?

Soap: That's her risk to take, mate.

Greene: I wasn't assigned this position to keep me safe. I have a duty to serve.

Liz: Fair enough, comrade Greene. Where should I start?

Greene: Well, no thanks to your file, I don't even know your date of birth.

Liz: I was born in the United Kingdom on the 6th of January of the late 4th century.

Greene: Bullshit... that would make you, what? 1527 years old? Shit, you still look like you're 27. There's no way...

Liz: Soap, turn off the recorder. The rest of what I tell you stays in this room.

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02/11/1991

To: Station Chief Maxwell

We are denying your request for the dismissal of Private Fletcher on the grounds that he is an "overly ambitious, mouthy little shit." Instead, we will transfer Private Fletcher to a mainland facility

Effective 02/17/1991.

Sincerely,

Project Janus Administration