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Sir, you need to spin up that QRF now!

Kahani's in under the radar,

[indistinct shouting]

and you want to ask me questions about Donny Mitchell?

Contact, entry point!

Commander, at what point of the operation

- [Reece] Lauren? Lauren? - James? Thank God.

- Back. Rack. - [guns click]

If you don't want to chat, you can,

[Ben] Storm's rolling in.

Any blurry vision, headaches, memory loss?

Please, take a moment, review the logs.

12 SEALs lost and no one

[Ben] Don't tell me you're calling a fucking Uber.

[Russell] You're in good shape, Commander,

Add in the stress of grief and loss...

Who has the capability to alter our signals?

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

Who we drinking to?

They knew we were coming.

but I knew it was gonna be today.

[rock music playing faintly]

I'd really like to get those done at Balboa, if I can.

roughly four mikes in.

[Lucy] [faintly] What do you think, Daddy?

You insisted on helping your men.

Give him to me.

Petty Officer Ernest "Boozer" Vickers.

Troops in contact. Multiple eagles down.

- Oh, fuck yes. - [others murmuring]

[Reece] Thanks, Ben.

so he's gonna go to bed, okay?

[footsteps approaching]

Secretary of defense herself is flying out for the funerals.

We're gonna find Kahani.

and detonated an IED, not SO2 Mitchell?

and this motherfucker is ours.

[helicopter whirring]

The men who flopped on their bellies

[Lauren] All right, that's enough, sweetheart.

Repeat, 423 Cayman Street.

and our SDF trooper lost his shit.

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

[Lecrone] Contact!

We'll start off at La Jolla Cove

with this SIG. No way.

on mission. He's...

- Ring the bell. - [others panting]