Strike Back

Terrorists, a nuke,

and a corrupt military unit coming after us.

This is gonna be fun.

Pavel, you need me in there.

Twenty see you as a traitor. They will kill you on sight.

Don't make me do this.

I don't even know what I'm fighting for anymore.

You know what this is?

It's a remote transmitter. What is it for?

Why have a bomb if it won't go off?

It's counting down.

It's probably a good time to tell ya that

if we get out of this alive, I'm kinda done with this life.

If we shoot the bomb, it will not detonate.

All right, fuck it, let's shoot the bomb.

I'm here to help you.

You have chosen a side.

Whatever you're planning to do...

I'm willing to do what needs to be done.

They think that Pavel is trying to force

the West and Russia into a war that neither side can avoid.

Russia's asking for our help?

I used to have this mate...

an American, Samuel Wyatt.

He was fond of saying people are either grease or gravel.

Guys that make your life easier or they slow it down.

So I'm wondering which one are you?

How much did you pay for it?

Where's Pavel Kuragin?

I know you bought a suitcase nuke off him,

and I know where you've stashed it.

You don't know anything.

Okay.

Tekura Compound.

And right about now my team are on their way there.

Isn't that where your family are?

Your wife, your kid...

How old's your kid? Nine, ten?

Tell me about Pavel,

and I'll make sure they're protected.

Bravo Two, into position.

You know how it is in those situations,

confusion, noise; shoot first, ID later.

Ready on three.

- I know nothing. - Want me to jog your memory?

Pavel Kuragin, Russian agent, disavowed by his own country.

Two...

He's gone rogue, he's on the run.

- Not ringing any bells? - One...

Haven't seen him?

Breaching.

Go, go, go, go, go!

On me.

- Three. - We can't.

Code nine!

That's your family in there, mate.

Enemy Foxtrot in the house, proceed.

Tango's down.

Chetri!

Doesn't sound good.

First floor clear. Moving up.

Ten million.

We paid ten million for the device.

Very good. Now we've started.

Now tell me about Kuragin.

Bravos, you take point. Ready to move up?

Moving.

Moving in.

Come on, Fahad, that's your family in there.

You must be scared.

I'd hate for there to be a mistake.

We didn't deal with Kuragin.

We dealt with a woman.

Natasha Petrenko, we had surveillance on her.

Get down!

Get down.

Make it stop.

- Room clear. - No.

Boss, package located. We have the second nuke.

Did we get Pavel?

No, but we got a lead.

Well, it better be good.

I've been chasing shadows for too long.

We need Pavel and we need him now.

Hi, honey.

How was your run?

Yeah, good.

What time's your flight?

Flight is 1:30.

Two weeks, that's it.

Shenzen, Shanghai, then I'm home

with a nice fat paycheck

courtesy of Mr. Caleb Montgomery.

And bringing back an expensive gift

for your patient wife.

You know, most people would say the gift of love

is more than enough.

They're wrong.

Okay, I love you.

- Love you, too. - Bye.

- You know, maybe today... - Mm-hmm.

You could be, say...

I don't know, 15 minutes late.

- 15 minutes? - Yeah.

Aren't you the optimistic one?

Ten?

I'll take five. Mm.

Aw, come on, don't leave me.

Look, I know it hasn't been easy getting work, and...

Don't worry about me. I'm good.

It's a nice, boring security job

for a tech company.

Not all the military stuff

and everything that came along with it.

It's in the past, it's good.

Maybe I realized there's more important things

than the saving the world.

- "Saving the world"? - Yeah.

Well, you need help.

Bye.

Miss you.

Love you.

Good morning, asshole.

This is the person who brokered the sale of the nuke

to the Tehrik-i-Taliban;

Natasha Petrenko, SVR Russian Intelligence Officer.

Died three years ago in a car crash, supposedly.

Looks pretty good for a corpse.

According to Alpha files, she was taken off the grid,

worked as a deep cover operative, currently disavowed.

Disavowed because...

- It's redacted. - Wonderful.

How helpful.

Maybe after the Kingfisher project was shuttered,

Moscow got nervous and started closing down

other similar ops.

Seems like your lot has a problem with

pissed off agents going rogue.

Well, they've made it our problem now.

Kuragin's got ten million in the bank,

hooking up with another renegade operative.

Pavel's ramping up to something.

Something big if he wants to start a war.

Unfortunately Moscow and London have each decided

that 20 might not be up to this.

What?

They are aware we just recovered

the other suitcase nuke?

Yes, I know. Well done, us.

But according to both sides, Pavel is always one step ahead.

Which means we have one last chance before

they pull the plug on the joint op.

How long have we got to wrap up?

- Ten days. - Bloody brilliant.

Facial recognition has picked up Petrenko at

Saidu Sharif airport eight hours ago.

We could find out where she was going,

track her out the other side.

Very good.

As soon as we get a destination, we move.

Captain Zarkova, a word.

Great.

Time to complain to the Russian about the Russians.

Redacted files, really?

We need better intelligence from our partners in Moscow.

We're actually discussing work, okay.

Well, what did you think we were doing?

Just that thing we said we wouldn't do again

four or five times.

You know they're not going to share

that level of information with the West.

It's their rogue agent that we're hunting.

And it's your people who took all the credit

for securing the suitcase nuke.

Because we were the ones to bring it in.

Yeah, not like I was there, too, or anything...

risking my life.

And I suppose it was always gonna be

a conflict of interest sooner or later...

East versus West.

Yeah, I guess it was always gonna get a little complicated.

Zero Alpha, got a locale on Petrenko.

She's in Hong Kong.

Prepare to move out.

I swear she does that on purpose.

Good work, kid.

I'm 27, but thank you.

It's a term of endearment.

We good?

You know, she nearly got tagged in the raid.

This is fucked up.

I'm training her as fast as I can, mate.

I know, but we need the boots on the ground.

It was a lot easier with Wyatt on my shoulder.

Yeah, it was, but he made his choice.

Hmm.

Good morning, sir. Yes, it is.

Here's what I can offer your military:

Propriety satellite control and monitoring systems.