Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Hartley] Mrs. Reece, the admiral's wife

Anything to make my little girl smile, huh?

Sure the families will appreciate it.

- Where is it?! - Careful!

Tabari Moussa. Arms dealer outside of Aleppo.

The commander just returned

With your permission, we'll take a closer look.

mourns with you and thanks you

That's 67% less downtime than a normal...

But you need to get yourself right.

No, that's not what you asked me, though, is it?

are tracking down Moussa,

but nothing in this file adds up.

I got you, brother. I got you!

Let's kill that motherfucker!

I guess we could...

They keep coming, boss!

so it makes me think that the compound's

spears in hand.

What's that over there, a new drawing?

- [whimpers] - Sir, Zeke's flagging.

He told me about a transport

All right, come on, man. Let's go. Let's go.

- [man] Mrs. Reece? - [gasps]

- so we can get out to the flat water. - [Reece] Sounds like a plan.

Downrange, he always wanted the .45.

According to audio logs, you went dark on comms

All right. One more beer.

Thank you, Madam Secretary.

- Barnes is barely breathing. - [gurgling]

You need to send patrol units

[Reece] Ramirez, Donny needs help!

EOD up. No comms.

[Pillar] And might these repercussions

shuffled pretty fucking good, though.

Naf dawali hubi Naf dawali hubi

[indistinct shouting]

You a contractor or a reporter?

[Bridger] QRF found a mobile lab.

[machine whirring]

and drank like dogs were no good to him.

[Lauren] What was that?

I'm putting you in for the Navy Cross.

WARCOM can coordinate once he's stateside.

Though they were few,

Everybody else didn't make it out.

[high-pitched ringing]

Eyes on the horizon, boys.

[Reece] In the Book of Judges,

- What, the medals? - Boozer's cause of death.