♪ ♪
-This is the captain.
Brace for impact.
What was the purpose
of your visit, sir?
Business.
We're the Joneses.
Back in the day
I was a badass bitch.
-Yes!
-Oh, my God...
I think we've angered the gods.
Where's your sense
of adventure?
DEADSHOT: Don't forget...
We're the bad guys.
Uh-oh.
Colonel Adeena Donovan.
Have you heard
of the Section Initiative?
Dangerous soldiers
for dangerous missions.
Omair Idrisi isn't gonna be
stopped by conventional means.
I'm assembling a team
to take him down.
My name
is Sergeant Samuel Wyatt!
Get Wyatt out.
Wyatt, McAllister?
Get in.
ADEENA DONOVAN: Omair Idrisi
and his wife Jane Lowry.
Intel suggests Idrisi
is purchasing weapons
for a major att*ck.
Prince Khalid Al-Hebtani.
He is funding the t*rrorists.
Go go! Go, move!
Idrisi Omair got away
but we've got the prince.
Mr. Ives.
MR. IVES: Do you have the money?
-JANE LOWRY: We do.
-IVES: Good.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- You look taller
on television.
I guess you'll wanna
check the merchandise.
Portable Air-Defense System,
infrared homing,
annular blast fragmentation
warheads.
Time to settle up.
Yeah, we've been, um,
reconsidering the price.
If I told you
how much they get paid,
you'd probably cry.
And believe me, they're
worth every g*dd*mn cent,
so you pay me what we agreed,
or they'll reduce
your little jihad here
to a stain in the sand.
You smell
lovely, by the way.
A man should be rewarded
for his labors,
Mr. Ives.
- Take care now.
Keep the truck.
Okay.
Let's get the hell
out of this sandpit.
- Surface-to-air
infrared homing.
- Ever since the prince
was taken,
loose ends concern me.
- Motherf--
[The Heavy's
"Short Change Hero" playing]
- ♪ Mmm ♪
♪ Now, I can't see
where you comin' from ♪
♪ But I know just
what you runnin' from ♪
♪ And what matters ain't
the who's baddest but the ♪
♪ Ones who stop you fallin'
from your ladder, come on ♪
♪ Feel like
you're feelin' now ♪
♪ And doin' things just
to please your crowd ♪
♪ When I love you
like the way I love you ♪
♪ And I suffer but I ain't
gonna cut you 'cause ♪
♪ This ain't no place
for no hero ♪
♪ This ain't no place
for no better man ♪
♪ This ain't no place
for no hero ♪
♪ To call home ♪
♪ Hey, yes ♪
♪ This ain't no place
for no hero ♪
♪ This ain't no place
for no better man ♪
♪ This ain't no place
for no hero ♪
♪ To call home ♪
- I don't hate the West.
I pity it.
It's sick and diseased.
But it insists on spreading
its disease to other lands,
other people.
We will wipe
this sickness out.
- Sorry, ma'am,
we've got a fix on the target.
It's urgent.
- Morgan Ives. Arms dealer.
According to Prince Khalid,
he's the one
selling the arms to Idrisi.
Five minutes ago,
we intercepted
a distress signal.
Ives' helicopter has been
downed just outside Ajir.
A signal suggests
there are survivors,
although we don't know
who or how many.
- Okay, that's that.
How close can we get then?
- Captain, this is Ajir,
as in total warzone,
insurgent stronghold,
"one of the most
dangerous places on Earth,"
direct quote, "New York Post."
- "Times."
- It was the "Times,"
not the "Post."
- The point is,
someone said it.
- Sounded a little bit
scared there.
- Hey, I'm just
being realistic, okay?
You don't get into a bathtub
with a 400-pound gorilla
and expect to
come out laughing.
- We get Morgan Ives out alive,
we find out
what he was selling Idrisi,
then we find out a location.
- Yeah, good luck with that,
'cause if he's
gone down in Ajir,
and somehow he's even survived,
he now has a life expectancy
of about not-very-f*cking-long,
McAllister.
- Okay,
so what you're saying is,
let's get a move on.
- I'd very much like to hear
what Mr. Ives
has to say for himself.
A coalition pilot
will drop you nearby.
Go in, extract him,
and do it fast.
- Come on!
Come on.
Come on.
David, I'm going to need you
to find a payphone.
- Don't worry, I'm kidding.
We're probably gonna die here.
- Guess it's just
you and me now, Mikey.
- sh*t.
Any of you speak English?
I'm willing to pay $5,000...
to anyone who escorts me
out of here.
That's cash!
5,000!
Ten!
f*cking phone.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- Moving.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy, easy!
- McAllister.
- Wyatt.
- Wyatt,
relieve Mr. Ives of his w*apon.
- I'm a true believer
in the second amendment, sir.
- Great,
let's have a beer sometime.
w*apon.
- Bravo one to Zero.
We have the package.
Moving to exfil.
Moving!
- Move!
- Okay, okay, okay.
- Move! Move!
- Okay, I'm moving.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- f*ck, I've got
a squirter heading south!
- Idrisi.
- So,
you were just in the area,
picked up on
the distress signal?
- Oh, no.
This was a special trip.
We wanna have a chat with you
about Omair Idrisi.
- No idea
what you're talking about.
- You're seriously
trying to tell us
you've never heard
of Omair Idrisi?
Even my mother knows who he is.
I'm saying I don't do business
with t*rrorists.
Your intel was bad, boys.
Suck it up.
It happens.
- Psst.
Signal fires.
- Yeah.
Now everyone
knows where we are.
Novin.
- Moving!
♪ ♪
- Move.
- Go, go, go.
♪ ♪
- That's confirmed.
Roger that, sir.
Out.
Bad news I'm afraid, ma'am.
- Stay close.
- Zero for Bravo one.
- Bravo one, go ahead.
- Sandstorm incoming--
helo's been grounded.
You'll have to find
a new exfil.
Intel suggests
insurgency is thinnest
on the east side of town.
- Listen up.
Change of plan.
Helo's grounded.
We're gonna proceed on foot
until we find
a vehicle we can take.
- Roger.
- You want us
to walk out of here?
We'll never make it.
The local pastime
is insurgency
and guerilla warfare.
- Keep sharp
for a vehicle we can take.
Moving!
- You should've left me
at the f*cking crash site.
At least my death
would have been quick.
♪ ♪
- Novin,
we've got a vehicle here.
- Moving.
- Good job, soldier,
could've been an insurgent cat.
Can never be too careful.
- d*ck.
- Sorry, Captain, this
hunk of turd's going nowhere.
- sh*t.
Move out.
- Moving.
- Let's go.
- What division
are you guys with?
- We're all division of
please-shut-the-f*ck-up.
- At least give me
my side arm back.
Come on, I'm naked here.
- Yeah.
- How about you start
talking about Omair Idrisi,
like what he was buying
and where his base
of operations is, huh?
- All wonderful questions,
but I've never met the man.
- You think this is
a fishing trip?
We have Prince Khalid.
We know about the money.
- Wow.
Maybe you get me
to safety first,
and then we'll see.
- No, we'll see now.
- It's vital
you're properly invested
in my continued well-being.
- You really are a piece
of sh*t, you know that?
- And you have to keep
this piece of sh*t alive,
so eyes on, soldier.
Stay frosty.
♪ ♪
- Hey, hey.
- Wait, hey.
Easy, easy, easy.
You two, come here.
Hey, hey!
♪ ♪
He's clean.
I get you there.
No trouble.
- The mission priority is to
get Mr. GQ here and his intel
to safety and safety is still
a hell of a long walk away.
- Kid, listen to me.
What's your name?
- S*ddam.
- You have got to be
f*cking kidding me.
- It's a common name.
- It's a big red flag.
- S*ddam, we need a car.
Sure.
- Mm-hmm.
- I could take you to cars.
What kind do you want?
- Anything that works.
- $20.
Anyone got $20?
- You, assh*le.
- f*ck you.
- Hey, hey.
Business is good.
I'm all for utilizing
local knowledge,
but what's to say
he's not gonna
lead us down sn*per alley?
- Thank you.
- Listen to me,
I'm not just giving you money,
I'm giving you my trust,
you understand?
You understand?
- Of course.
This way, Captain America.
- Let's go.
- Come on.
- Be a good boy.
- Stupid, stupid, stupid.
- Quick question.
- Shut it, Ives.
- If that kid's full of sh*t,
is Captain America
gonna put a b*llet in him?
♪ ♪
- Kid, wait up.
♪ ♪
Stay behind me.
♪ ♪
- Yeah, sure,
that's what I need right now.
Some warzone p*ssy.
- $50, very sexy lady.
- Can someone explain sarcasm
to little Hussein here?
♪ ♪
- I've got a bad feeling.
Where do you think
everybody went?
- I'll go check,
make sure everything is okay.
- No, wait here a minute,
wait--
One minute!
- Kid!
Kid, I said f*cking wait!
sh*t.
- sh*t.
Stay.
- No chance.
- For f*ck's sake.
♪ ♪
- Contact!
- Kid, get down!
- Changing!
- Covering!
- sh*t!
Kid's been hit!
- f*ck!
- Moving!
- Come here.
♪ ♪
- Moving!
- Moving!
- On me.
- Come on!
Come here, move!
- Move!
♪ ♪
- Let's go, let's go!
♪ ♪
- It's okay.
- Med-kit.
- In there.
- f*ck.
You are gonna be okay.
You're gonna be okay,
just breathe slowly, okay?
- Okay.
Breathe.
Breathe slowly.
You're gonna be okay.
♪ ♪
Four years time, he'd be
strapping on a b*mb vest
and strolling
into the Red Cross.
♪ ♪
Holy.
You wanna find out
where Idrisi is,
you keep your
f*cking hands off me.
- Lot of energy
keeping you alive.
Maybe we should
take a shortcut.
Something still works
around here.
- You're not that kind
of soldier.
- You don't know
the first thing about me.
You don't know what
Idrisi did to my men.
- Captain.
- We came for the intel,
not the man.
Go ahead, McAllister.
- We need to move now!
They're coming through!
- Gotta move!
- sh*t.
- Go!
- Move!
- Go.
♪ ♪
- Vehicle!
- Clear.
- Moving.
♪ ♪
- All right, let's go.
- sh*t!
- f*ck.
- Ah sh*t, get up,
on your feet!
- Get him up!
- He's been hit.
sh*t.
- f*ck.
- Get him up.
- Wyatt!
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- Novin,
get us the hell out of here.
- Hold on!
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- Right, so let me
get this straight.
Last time you were here,
the general tortured you,
and then you blew up
half his base.
- Technically speaking,
that was McAllister.
- Saving you.
- Brilliant.
- But it's the only
medical facility for miles.
Although, last time I was here,
the general didn't exactly
believe I was m*llitary.
- This piss-taker's
not gonna last much longer.
We need to take the risk.
- Not forgetting that
the general is Bedouin.
Under their culture,
any stranger can rock up
and ask for sanctuary,
and the tribe will
help them out for three days,
no questions asked.
That was the plan, right?
- Yeah, that was the plan.
[dramatic
Middle
♪ ♪
- Keep the engine running.
General Farid.
We have an injured civilian.
Needs urgent medical attention.
- You may be m*llitary,
but you stole from me.
You att*cked my men.
- Well, to be fair,
your men att*cked us first.
- You raised weapons
against us--
that makes you the enemy.
- Okay, I understand that.
But General, I also understand
that you are Bedouin.
And that is a culture
that I have
a huge amount of respect for.
So, I'm not asking you
for help as a soldier.
I'm asking you as a guest.
- You son of a bitch.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Representatives from
the different groups,
standing side by side,
not a single voice
raised in anger.
For far too long now we have
fought amongst ourselves,
while the real enemy
is out there.
Time to unite,
to take the fight
to their homeland.
I give you these missiles.
In seven days time,
we will strike as one.
Down with their airlines.
Down with their planes.
And while they look up
to the sky in fear,
my people
will unleash
the real horror below.
Where the hell are we?
- Libyan National Army Base.
- I'm gonna assume
that's the famous
British sense of humor at work.
You know what those people
would do to me?
- So far, they've patched
you up and saved your life.
- We kept our side
of the bargain, we got out you.
What'd you sell Idrisi?
Stinger missiles.
50 of them.
Don't look at me like that,
it's business.
sh*t like this
keeps the world going around.
- You know,
one stinger m*ssile alone
can take down
a commercial airliner.
You sold him 50.
- I want immunity.
- Okay, we can make it happen.
- I installed trackers
on the merchandise,
in case the clients
tried to rip me off.
They sweep it
for bugs and sh*t,
but they don't have my tech.
Get my cell phone.
I'll show you.
- Here it is.
Yefren,
up in the Nafusa Mountains.
That's where the missiles are,
and where you'll find
Omair Idrisi.
Now, if you don't mind,
I'd rather not spend
another minute
tied to this f*cking bed.
- Yeah,
you're not going anywhere.
- You said I had immunity.
- Well, from us, absolutely.
I've sold weapons
that have probably k*lled
their soldiers, their families.
- Don't worry.
Bedouin.
For three days,
you're their guest.
They won't hurt you.
- It's day four
you gotta worry about.
- Please don't leave me here.
I have money.
I--
I have money!
- Yefren,
Nafusa mountain range.
Yes, sir.
Yeah, copy that, sir.
Just checking in with my CO.
- Right now,
your CO is Donovan.
This was my op.
I didn't sign up to 20.
- Hey, do you think
I planned to end up here?
- You know, Mac,
revenge is like a storm.
It's easy to lose your way,
end up far from
where you wanted to go.
- Can you just stop with
this fortune cookie bullshit?
- You think putting a b*llet
in Idrisi's chest
is gonna change things?
Trust me, it won't.
- Yeah, you suck
at motivational speeches.
- Well, you won't get
to enjoy them any longer.
We get this done, I'm out.
- Let's get this done, then.
- Uh, General,
we don't need an escort.
We are a strike team.
Idrisi is a son of Libya,
but he has taken
our words and beliefs
and poisoned them.
A man sees a snake
cross his yard,
he removes its head.
We ride with you.
- Works for me.
Zero, heading out.
- Copy that.
Be careful.
We don't know
what's lying ahead.
Some of you may know
the history of the Section.
Rumors of operatives
going rogue,
the Whitehall assassination--
none of that matters now.
What matters is that
20 stood for something.
They were the soldiers who
kept going when others fell,
who saw the odds
and didn't blink,
who got the job done
even when it meant
paying the ultimate price.
If we don't stop Idrisi,
the world will regret it.
So, it's down to you now.
You are the Section.
You are 20.
♪ ♪
- Okay, satellite's up.
♪ ♪
Bravo team,
we have multiple vehicles
leading a compound
heading due south.
- Negative.
Farid's men can stop them.
Idrisi remains our target.
♪ ♪
And if you find Jane Lowry,
bring her in yourself.
She's a British citizen.
She can pay for her crimes
in a British court.
- Copy that.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- Jawedan.
The missiles are moving out.
But more importantly,
the forger has been found.
We will have the Chechen
by the end of the week.
- Yes.
- Then I must get to him.
- I'm not so sure.
- We've already discussed this.
I can move through Europe
much more easily than you.
Then I will see you
in two days.
- Yeah, two days, that's all.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- No, wait.
- No, go.
We need the Chechen,
whatever happens.
- I need to
tell you something now.
- It must wait.
Sorry.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- Zero, Bravo one.
Gonna lose comms,
we're going deep.
♪ ♪
- sh*t.
Comms are out, ma'am.
- Jensen.
♪ ♪
- 16 year old single malt,
ma'am.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- I've got a tango!
- Hands in the--
hands in the air!
Turn around!
Turn around!
- Help me!
- Turn around!
Help me, please!
- Turn your face around!
- Help me!
- sh*t, it's Lowry.
We've got Jane Lowry.
Please get me out of here.
Please get me out of here, you
don't know what they've done.
Please.
- Shut up! Hands!
Boss wants her extracted.
- You go, we'll stay on Idrisi.
- Mac, take him alive.
- Copy that.
- Novin, on point.
- Moving!
- Watch your ass.
- Always, baby.
- Move!
♪ ♪
- Understood,
we have a task force
in compound 314--
uh, ma'am,
Colonel Parker from JSOC.
- Colonel Parker, I'm afraid
we'll need to make this quick.
- I'm afraid we will,
because there's no way in hell
the U.S. m*llitary
is gonna let Omair Idrisi
and 50 stinger missiles
out into the world.
- General Farid's
has already secured
two vehicles carrying missiles.
My team will take care
of the rest and Idrisi.
- An MOP m*ssile strike
would take care of it,
turn that compound to dust,
put an end to this.
- I have people in there.
I won't allow that.
- Adeena,
I'm not asking your permission.
This is a courtesy call.
Your foreign secretary has
already given me the go-ahead.
Planes are scrambling,
missiles will be in-bound,
so get your team out of there.
We'll clean up.
♪ ♪
- Bravo to Zero, back on comms.
Novin, secure the vehicle.
- Copy that.
- Zero to Bravo one,
send sitrep.
- Bravo one.
We have Jane Lowry.
- Bring her in
and get the team out.
U.S. m*llitary are
launching an air strike--
30,000-pound bunker-buster.
It'll wipe the compound out.
- They know there's
an ongoing op, right?
- Payload's due in ten.
Tell the team and Farid's men.
The place is going up.
Copy that.
Come here.
Move!
- Ah.
- Watch her.
♪ ♪
- Yes.
- Ma'am,
B2 is nine minutes out.
♪ ♪
- Hey!
- Changing!
♪ ♪
- Covering, hurry up.
- Hey!
There is a m*ssile.
- Yeah, we know,
there's 50 of them.
- No, no. coming this way.
The Americans.
Bunker buster.
You have to get out now.
- Get your men out of here,
now.
This is on you.
- Hey, I didn't know my CO
would call a f*cking
MOP strike.
- Go!
- Moving!
♪ ♪
- Still nothing from
Mac and Wyatt, ma'am.
It's five minutes out,
ma'am, five minutes.
♪ ♪
- Omair.
♪ ♪
- Idrisi!
- Don't move!
♪ ♪
I'm going after him.
- Hey.
sh*t.
sh*t, f*ck.
All right, give me your hand.
Give me your hand, it's cool.
- Your people
should not have come here.
You should have left us alone.
- I know.
♪ ♪
f*ck it.
[men shouting
in Arabic faintly]
- Three minutes, ma'am.
- What the f*ck's
wrong with her?
- sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- f*cking bitch!
♪ ♪
- Two minutes out, ma'am.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Novin.
Novin, get up.
Ah, f*ck.
Novin.
Get up.
♪ ♪
- Out!
- Ma'am,
B2 is 60 seconds from target.
Repeat, 60 seconds.
♪ ♪
- Novin, get up
or you're gonna burn alive!
- Mac, we gotta move,
the m*ssile's coming!
- We're not leaving him!
- We don't have time.
♪ ♪
- Thirty seconds out, ma'am.
- I'm bringing him in.
He's gonna pay for what he did.
Get up!
- There, he's paid.
- 25, 24...
- We can argue
about this later.
Move!
Come on!
- Payload is 20 seconds out,
ma'am.
♪ ♪
- Ten...
♪ ♪
Five, four, three,
two, one.
Payload away, ma'am.
♪ ♪
- Go, go, go!
- Good job, boys.
We'll move in and
confirm the target is dead.
Hoorah, gentlemen.
♪ ♪
- You and your f*cking CO
almost got us k*lled!
- Hey, hey!
I just saved your life!
If it wasn't for me, you
would've still been in there
with Idrisi when
the f*cking missiles hit.
She was always gonna know, Mac.
Donovan's people would have had
to tell U.S. Central Command
before we even fired a sh*t.
I just wanted
to get in there first.
- Yeah, the word you're
looking for is sorry.
- Hey!
We got the son of a bitch.
We got him.
And tomorrow
I'll buy all the drinks, okay?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Revenge is a what?
- A storm, apparently.
- Ha!
In that you get wet?
- Well, come on,
it's a metaphor.
It's a metaphor for--
for something.
- And then he's like...
A b*llet
won't change anything, man.
And then he sh**t the bastard.
- Ah,
classic glory hunter move, eh?
- Oh.
- You just wanted the credit,
didn't you?
- Yeah, the man
who k*lled Omair Idrisi.
- No, no, no,
I'm not saying I'm a hero,
I'm not saying that.
- Good.
- Other people--
they might say that
and I can't stop them.
That's all I'm saying.
Ma'am.
- Prefer something
from the top shelf.
Sergeant Wyatt, I've asked
Parker to extend your transfer.
- We took down Idrisi.
Mission's over, right?
- But the op is not.
Jane Lowry's still out there.
But there are no
split loyalties.
Either you're with 20
or you're not.
- Well then, I guess I'm in.
All the way down, right?
- All the way down.
- Good,
because we just got
a hit on her.
Move.
Budapest.
The woman she's with
is Rosa Varga.
She runs a far-right
organization--
Magyar Ultra.
- What does a radical jihadist
want with the far
- That's the question,
Sergeant McAllister.
Not 24 hours
since her husband d*ed,
and already
things are happening.
We need to find the answer
before it's too late.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
[The Heavy's
"Short Change Hero" playing]
- ♪ Mmm ♪
♪ Now, I can't see
where you comin' from ♪
♪ But I know just
what you runnin' from ♪
♪ And what matters ain't
the who's baddest but the ♪
♪ Ones who stop you fallin'
from your ladder, come on ♪
♪ This ain't no place
for no hero ♪
♪ This ain't no place
for no better man ♪
♪ This ain't no place
for no hero ♪
♪ To call home ♪
♪ Mmm ♪
♪ Mmm ♪
♪ ♪
COL. ADEENA DONOVAN: Jane Lowry
was last seen meeting with
the white nationalist
organization, Magyar Ultra.
Find out what Jane Lowry
wants with these people.
So, we're infiltrating
a white power group?
Why don't you just ask nicely?
ALIN SUMARWATA:
Being on the Black Hawk,
the four of us,
with our weapons
trying to look cool.
We'd all be in there,
you know,
Special Ops, Special Ops,
Special Ops,
and then they'd go,
"Okay they've gone, guys!"
And we all got our phones out,
and we were all taking pictures,
and it was, "sh*t!
They're coming back!
They're coming back!
They're coming back!
Hey, Special Forces, yeah."
Mac, we gotta move!
The m*ssile's coming!
At the end of episode two,
we were really just learning
what we were in store for...
in Strike Back.
They built Idrisi's bunker
in the side of this mountain.
We're running through
f*ring it,
and then we do this last sh*t
of the day, which is,
"Oh, you guys are just running
out of--
and then the mountain's
gonna explode behind you."
I'm, "Ah okay, cool...
So, are where we gonna land?"
"Oh, we're gonna land just here
in the dirt.
It's okay,
we've cleared all the rocks."
You've gotta get out
of the tunnel really quickly
though, because we've rigged
the entire mountain
to blow up, so there's about
15 flamethrowers,
but don't worry, they won't
set that off until you're out
of the tunnel."
It was one of those things that
you couldn't really rehearse,
so we didn't even know
what was gonna happen.
Warren and I just look
at each other and say,
"A
Yeah, cool." Let's do it.
DANIEL MACPHERSON:
And you watch it back,
and the entire mountain
is blowing up behind us.
Everyone's miles away,
and we're right underneath it.
MACPHERSON:
We got face full of dirt,
and the r*fle's gone
in the dirt,
cuts everywhere.
It was a lot of high-fives
after that one.
The car escape scene
was fantastic,
I really, really enjoyed
sh**ting that, because...
I physically had to lift Alin
out of that car,
Alin... really did
play the part
of somebody who is unconscious
really well.
You know what the challenge was?
Being dead weight, next
to an expl*sive,
or a potentially
expl*sive vehicle,
when all your instincts
is, "Run, get the f*ck
out of there."
And you're just...
And then the big expl*si*n.
I'm feeling the heat
down my back.
Thank goodness
for our great SFX guys,
because, otherwise,
I might not have any hair.
06x02 - Episode #6.2
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"Strike Back" follows the actions of 'Section 20', a secretive unit of British m*llitary intelligence. A team of special operations personnel conduct several high risk missions around the globe.
"Strike Back" follows the actions of 'Section 20', a secretive unit of British m*llitary intelligence. A team of special operations personnel conduct several high risk missions around the globe.