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[TYPING]

It's done, Mr. Donovan.

The money is secure.

Good.

Good.

Then, we can go home.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- The plane is ready?

- You'll be in Dubai for dinner.

Excellent.

And the Special Operations team?

Contract cancelled, sir.

DONOVAN:
Awesome.

[MISSILE APPROACHING,

EXPLOSION]

- [SCREAMING]

- [GRUNTING]

- [INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

- [GUNSHOTS FIRE]

- [GRUNTS]

- [MAN SHOUTING]

MAN:
C'mon, c'mon!

[MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[GRUNTS]

[MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

- [GUN COCKS]

- [MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[GRUNTS]

- Ahmed, move! Go, go, go!

- [ENGINE STARTING]

[EXCLAIMS]

- [GROANING]

- [PANTING]

[CLATTERS]

[WINCING, PANTING]

[WOMAN GRUNTS]

[PANTING]

MAN:
Hello, boss.

[GROANS]

[GRUNTS]

You should all be fucking dead!

Important safety tip, Ronnie,

never trust the locals

to get the job done.

You should've just paid us,

you fucking dipshit.

All of this for the money?

Oh, we've done worse for you

over the last two years.

By my calculation, you owe,

- what with time and expenses...

- Aggravation.

...let's just call it

a straight-up million.

Fuck you!

[GRUNTS]

We're not here to play games.

- Where's our money?

- I... I had to get it out

of the country!

Feds were getting too close!

You can't touch it!

- I'm gonna fucking kill you.

- No!

It's in the banks,

scattered everywhere,

thousand,

small automatic deposits!

- U.S. bank?

- [GRUNTS]

- U.S., Russia, Switzerland.

- Name one.

- [GROANS]

- A U.S. bank, name one!

Unity Savings and Loan,

Chesterford, Massachusetts!

Over a million,

I can help you get it!

You need me. Just get me some

fucking medical attention,

and we can make a deal.

Or we could just do it our way?

- Your way?

- The hard way.

No!

[BELL RINGING]

- [CAR HORN HONKING]

- [VEHICLE APPROACHING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[CAR HORN HONKING]

[PRAYER CALL IN ARABIC]

[SPEAKING PASHTO]

- [TIRES SQUEALING]

- [VEHICLE APPROACHING]

SOLDIER 1:
You!

You're under arrest!

- Hey!

- Let's go! Let's go! Come on!

WOMAN:
Don't touch me!

I didn't do anything!

We're clear.

Idiot! Incompetent!

I was six steps away

from arresting

the biggest antiquity smuggler

in Asia!

Sorry, ma'am.

Orders.

Carter,

if this is another

stupid security drill,

I swear I'll kill you.

Yes, sir.

Capisco.

Si.

This time...

I'll find them.

- MOSS:
Major Rahimi.

- Ah, the eternal Colonel Moss.

What the hell happened here?

That's exactly

what we are trying to assess.

- We?

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[BEEPS]

Thank you.

Our database confirms her

as Natalia Buskhova.

- Hmm.

- Wanted for money laundering,

drug smuggling

and arms dealing.

- And who the hell are you?

- Rossi, Interpol.

- COLONEL:
Donovan.

- You know this man?

CEO of a large

construction company.

He'd set up local companies

to bid on American

reconstruction contracts.

- War profiteer.

- Mm-hmm.

RAHIMI:
How much did he steal?

Close to a hundred million

over the last two years.

ROSSI:

The killers targeted the front

and rear car to track

their prey.

RAHIMI:
They used predominantly

5.56-cal.

But there is evidence

of a large 50-cal

sniper rifle used,

most likely American made.

I suspect Donovan's own team.

All ex-special forces.

They are the ones I'm chasing.

Why?

What's Interpol's take in this?

- The failed Kabul extraction.

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Those men killed

the whole military team,

- including one of our agents.

- So you're getting close.

Donovan's running out on them,

the mercs panic.

These men do not panic.

They adapt and execute.

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