xXx: State of the Union

Easy, now.

Easy, boys.

Easy, now.

What the hell?

Code red. Code red. We got a sit...

Sir, we have a breach

in the perimeter.

Go secure. Sweep the hard drives.

Lock us down.

Heat signatures everywhere.

They've covered all the halls.

Then I guess we better

clear the halls.

Go!

Evacuate! Now!

Come on. I dare you to come walking

through that door. Come get some.

Keys.

- Who the hell did we piss off this time?

- Get in.

- This thing armed?

- Always.

Good man.

You ever seen one of these?

Only in my dreams.

Geothermal micro cam,

Aquacade uplinks, 480 gigs.

Sir, this thing is 10 generations

beyond the NSA.

So whoever attacked us

is loaded for war.

And they knew

exactly where to hit us.

We gotta go off the grid now.

Not another skater,

snowboarder or biker.

The new XXX has gotta be

more dangerous.

Deadlier. More attitude.

More attitude?

Where the hell

are we gonna find that?

You have a meeting

with the EPA at noon...

...to discuss...

- A tree is a tree.

How many more can they look at?

Your anniversary, roses or tulips?

George. Tulips, yellow. Thank you.

An NSA chapter was just hit.

Sixteen agents, all dead.

Sixteen of our men?

On our own soil?

How the hell did this happen?

I'm looking into it.

- Suspects?

- Too many.

How concerned do I need to be?

I'll take care of it.

Quick and clean. And contained.

Goddamn it, 16 men?

How many more have to die?

This is no longer a budget meeting.

The secretary of defence

has just informed me...

...that 16 of our NSA agents

were killed.

In Virginia.

This is a laundry list of suspects

that covers half the world.

It's time for a new direction.

The new military bill

is critical to that direction.

So it's going in my State of the Union

address this week.

Some privacy, please.

Attorney-client privilege.

Good to see you again, lieutenant.

How long has it been? Nine years?

Not long enough.

And don't call me "lieutenant."

I'm inmate 3655 now.

What you doing here, Gibbons?

What you want?

You. I wanna give you a job.

And why would

I do a damn thing for you?

You ever see lions at the zoo?

You can always tell the ones

that were captured in the wild...

By the look in their eyes.

Jesus Christ. You still coming

with that same sorry-ass speech?

Does it ever actually work?

- From time to time, yeah.

- Not this time.

I'm not feeling too patriotic

these days.

So I want no part of your little war.

You're already part of it.

Somebody's taken out

members of our old unit.

They came for me.

They will come for you.

Now, you can die in here,

or you can take the fight to them.

The Darius I remember always

liked to throw the first punch.

New speech, huh?

You get any exercise in here?

Twelve to 1 every day on the yard.

- Bravo Delta High Sign.

- High Sign?

High Sign. Be just like old times.

You better hope not.

Because last time out didn't have

such a happy ending.

You went MIA,

and I ended up in here.

Okay, wrap it up.

Hey.

I like what you did with your face.

Come on, let's go.

There's been a report

from home office.

Xander Cage was killed

in Bora Bora last night.

Bora Bora?

Why don't I get

those assignments, huh?

What about Gibbons?

Any word on Gibbons?

Unaccounted for. We do know this:

He was one of only three men

with access to that elevator.

The other two...

Ain't gonna be giving us

much of a statement.

All right, put Mr. Gibbons on the wire.

Full recon. Wrap it tight.

A- Block to exercise yard.

A- Block to exercise yard.

Time to take the dog out for a walk.

You know...

...l'm gonna really miss you boys.

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