Hunting Jessica Brok

Wipe that dumb grin off your face, Connor.

This isn't another small time third world drug raid

you can sleepwalk through.

What? I can't be pumped up?

How long we've been after these fuckers?

They're the fucking weeds of the African wildlife trade.

Amen, brother.

- Fuck yeah! - Fucking assholes.

Listen up.

You were all in the briefing.

Sergei Ipacs, Ivan and Lazar's little brother,

is hiding out in the compound near the capital.

Intel says he's in a fortress,

and his brothers and the militia

are up to something big in the city.

Sergei is our ticket to nabbing those shits

and putting a stop to whatever the hell they're planning.

Only a few know about our operation tonight.

And they'd never admit it.

So if we get caught.

I told you, you shouldn't have had that

dumb grin on your face.

Rolling Green in two minutes.

Moving to comms.

Comms are crystal.

Copy.

Last night was good.

We can make it a regular thing if you want.

Jesus, tough crowd.

Left turn, two hundred meters to the drop off.

-It's just Sergei, Jess. - Copy.

It's not like he's part of the family business.

Simple grab and go.

This is the easy part.

Like... wiping the shit off a shoe.

You think I'm nervous?

- One hundred meters. - Copy.

Entering the compound, full alert.

Locked and loaded. Stand by for doors open.

Okay.

Stay safe, stay alive.

Let's get this fucker.

Let's move!

Split.

Secure this side. No tangos.

Move, move, move!

In three, two, one.

Breach clear, let's move!

Clear!

- Going left. - Clear.

Copy that.

Move, I fucking dare you!

Looking slick, Ipacs.

Good work.

Let's move! Get him out of here.

How about we get him a towel first?

I take it you don't have hot water in this shit hole.

How are we looking outside?

All quiet out here.

Looks like we came in on a quiet fucking night.

This place is empty.

Riggs, you might want to see this.

Where are you taking me?

Somewhere we can have a nice long

chat about your brothers.

We know they were here recently, moving a shit-ton of contraband.

-I swear, I didn't know. -Oh, you didn't know?

Oh, you didn't fucking know.

You didn't fucking know about the mass poaching ring

that they were using ivory and rhino horn

to fund Angolan terrorists? You didn't fucking know!

I didn't know about the kids.

Simple grab and go. We can interrogate later.

Sergei, what fucking kids?

What?

What you got?

Oh, Christ!

What fucking kids, Sergei? What kids?

What fucking kids, you motherfucker!

Fuck you, what fucking kids?

This is a fucking party trick

they picked up in the Golden Triangle.

Snatch some kid from school.

Bury them in a homemade coffin.

Demand a ransom, and if the parents can't pay,

sell them to the highest fucking bidder.

Bonus points if they're under 12.

What the fuck?

Where the fuck are the kids, Sergei?

Where the fuck... Were they here?

If I tell you, Lazar will kill me.

Fucking think I won't?

Mother fucker!

Were they fucking here?

Were they here, Sergei?

They're still here!

Jesus.

Riggs, that way. Move, quick, now!

What the fuck's gotten into you?

What the fuck's gotten into me, Daniel?

Ivan and Lazar,

those fucks aren't just poaching animals anymore.

They're trafficking children.

I'll go. You get him to the L.T.V. And that's an order.

Isaacs, provide immediate backup for Brok in the west bathroom.

Now!

Yes, sir.

Exercise caution.

There's a potential presence of minors here.

We know. Got images of various children.

Backyard. Move, move.

- -Lufua? Lufua?

- -How's the activity out front?

- -

Brok's bringing the target to the L.T.V....

Yaah!

- Aargh! - Come on.

Prisoner is secure, let's move.

Go! Move!

It's a trap. Fuck! Out, now!

Oh, fuck!

Fuck! Fuck! Go, go, go, move, move, move, move!

Fuck, these fuckers.

- Grenade! - Fuck!

Keep moving or you'll be gagging

on your fucking teeth! You hear me?

We're at the gate, we're coming out.

Go, go, go. Go! Get down! Get down!

Let's go!

- Move! - Go, go, go.

Go! Go! Shit! Shit!

Fucking move! Go, go!

Go, go, go!

Fuck!

- Move! - Go, go, go, go, go!

Fuck! Go, go! Go, go!

Get the fuck down!

Fuck!

Aaah!

Fuck you, Sergei!

- -

Fuck!

Bring that mother fucking cockroach to me.

Get down, motherfucker!

We did well, brothers, hmm.

Where is the girl?

Wounded. She's not going anywhere.

Good.

Do you copy?

It was your hunt brother. You finish it off.

Just pull her out. And I will!

Hello, little girl.

It appears you fell for our bait,

hook, line, and sinker.

There is no shame in that.

It is a lesson we learned a long time ago in Africa.

That if you want to lure your prey,

the best way is to make them think

that they are the predator.

There is shame in hiding though.

Abandoning your team!

That is not brave of you.

I guess they'll take the punishment for your cowardice.

It appears we have found someone you are willing to fight for.

Fuck, go!

Please, Jessica, please!

Let us see how many more guns

your friend can live without.

Jessica...

Speak, I don't have all night.

- -

Fuck.

Those kids are long gone.

I mean, did you really think that

Sergei would sell us out?

His own flesh and blood.

Word to the wise.

When you want to go and hunt...

It is best to know your prey.