Jake Foley was an ordinary guy
until a freak accident transformed him
into the world's first computer-enhanced man.
Millions of microscopic computers
interface with his biochemistry
and make him stronger and faster,
able to see and hear farther than normal men.
They give him the power to control
technology with his brain.
Jake Foley - America's secret weapon.
He takes on missions no ordinary agent can perform.
He is the ultimate
human upgrade.
Just, um... get me the undersecretary,
okay?
You do that, and nobody else gets hurt.
That's not going to happen
until you start giving me some hostages.
No, don't play diplomat with me.
I've been working in this office for over ten years,
and I am tired of being lied to
by the government.
There's another door to that office.
Looks like it was patched over. If I can get into the office
- next to it, I can take him out. - You're not going to take anyone out.
The snipers will be in place in three minutes.
We could all be dead in three minutes.
I'm warning you -
I'm not feeling very patient today.
Get me the undersecretary,
or somebody's going to lose a life.
- Kyle! - No!
Sal, that's not gonna happen
until you start showing some good faith.
Okay, you give me what I need...
I'll give you what you need.
Month after month I bled for this lying,
double-dealing government.
He did it.
You're welcome.
Did I or did I not give you a specific order?
- Yeah, but... - You think you're something special
- because you've got powers? - No...
Well, I've got news for you - you're not.
You wait for backup and you follow orders just like everyone else.
It's called discipline, and it saves lives.
- That's all I was trying to do. - Oh, yeah?
Did you know the wall would break that easy?
That his assault rifle didn't have a hair trigger?
That he didn't have explosives hidden on his person?
Jake, you've been enhanced.
You can do some pretty spectacular things,
but that's not what this job is really all about,
and if you don't learn that,
somebody's going to get hurt.
I didn't go through channels, General.
I figured you'd want to know immediately,
and I didn't want to waste any time.
You did the right thing. Open the vault.
Sir,
I have been sole custodian
to the Hades 13 tactical mini nukes for six months.
Not once on my watch has there been a defeat,
a glitch or any discernible violation of security.
Just show me what's wrong
- What are you doing? - Just watch the countdown, sir.
Disengage that explosive.
I'm requesting that The General observe the countdown.
And I'm giving you a direct order. Disengage that explosive.
Now!
What just happened?
It's a decoy, sir.
Somebody stole one of my nukes?
Jake and his nanites may be the center of this unit,
but he's got a serious discipline problem.
Are we talking about a phase or something more permanent?
Oh, permanent enough if he gets himself or someone else killed.
Apparently, there's no "we" in nanites.
Well, I'm not surprised.
A few months of NSA field work is no cure
for a childhood full of James Bond movies.
Well, I think we better find a cure.
There's someone you need to meet.
General Freewald.
Tank Buster. It's been awhile.
I served with The General in the first gulf war.
Your boss was the best helicopter driver in the force.
And absolutely lethal with a rocket launcher.
Agent Kyle Duarte.
You trust this man?
Hoo-ah.
Agent Duarte.
Well, Tank Buster,
the day has finally come - I'm actually glad
you traded in your Blackhawk for a desk at the NSA.
- Well, that makes me nervous. - And well it should.
Fort McClelland serves as a repository
for our arsenal of Hades 13 tactical mini nukes.
- What happened? - Stolen.
One of your nukes is missing?
Fort McClelland is 100% secure.
Nothing happens there I don't know about.
That leaves only one explanation -
One of the members of the wolf pack
stationed at my base has turned traitor.
Traitor? In the wolf pack?
Aren't they the most elite in special ops?
Well, that's the official story.
What they are is a semi-autonomous black ops squad.
They do things the U.S. Government really isn't supposed to.
We give them a job, the wolf pack gets it done.
No questions asked.
And a member of this team has a Hades 13.
Have you alerted CID?
CID is a joke.
So is JAG.
I give them a call, they send me two nitwits in khakis
to stumble over every obstacle on the base.
This job needs to be done covertly.
Any indication that we know the weapon is missing,
and our traitor vanishes.
I know how they think.
I used to be a member of the wolf pack.
Before I turned sane.
You want this thing done, you'll have to do it my way.
I'll mobilize every asset I have around the world to find this device,
but I will need to put someone on the inside.
I'm already with you.
The wolf pack is expecting a new recruit.
I've delayed his arrival.
That leaves an opening for your man.
There's only one catch.
These men operate at the highest standard of strength,
endurance and agility.
Your agent is going to have to pass muster
or he will be made.
I believe I've got your man.
You did say he could use some discipline.
- Jake. - Yeah.
- Jake. - Hmm?
No.
The body is a temple - even a nanite-enhanced one.
- Can I ask you something? - Yeah.
Am I acting like I'm too good to follow orders like everyone else?
It's true? I'm becoming THAT guy?
No, but...
I'm still glad that Kyle read you the riot act.
Why, because you like to see me humiliated?
Because I'd like to see you alive, Jake.
You know, I bet he told Lou...
"Jake's grandstanding."
"Jake's chewing gum. Jake..."
Has a new mission.
Get up to speed.
So you want me to join the Wolf Pack.
Great mission. Really. There's just one small thing,
and it's not that I think I'm special or anything,
it's just that, well... Uh...
I don't really do well with teams or packs.
Especially in uniform. Jocks,
frat guys, marching bands.
They eat people like me for breakfast.
Are you done?
You're going to learn to become a soldier.
I have someone standing by to train you.
Yeah? Who's the Yoda-like miracle worker that's going to make that happen?
Well, Timmy's not going to be playing the violin any time soon.
That is the most pathetic
field kill I have ever seen.
You will never leave your weapon
in, on, or around the enemy.
- Do we understand each other?! - Yes, ma'am.
For the last time, Jake, the correct answer is 'hoo-ah'.
'Hoo-ah' means 'yes', 'thank you', 'please',
'pass the ammo', 'praise the Lord'.
Do you understand? When in doubt - hoo-ah!
Hoo-ah!
You don't have to yell it all the time, okay?
Now if anybody asks you about your past missions,
or people you've served with,
you go no further than 'hoo-ah'.
These men aren't going to trust you until they've tested you, Jake.
And even then you're not going to sit around talking about your feelings.
And don't worry - I'm not going to open up to these psychopaths.
They're not psychopaths, Jake.
These men are highly competent,
connected and skilled soldiers.
They don't have to salute.
They don't have to wear their hair or uniforms regulation.
And they don't have a problem operating in a morally gray area.
So how come you never joined the wolf pack?
They don't take women.
The NSA does.
So are you ready to do this?
Sure.
I mean, hoo-ah.
- Hit me. - What?
Hit me!
Hope you don't have any plans for tonight.
Let's go, soldier, move it, move it, move it.
Let's pick up the pace.
We've got some time to keep here.
Come on, soldier, you're moving like pond water!
Move it! Move it!
Sergeant first class Mitchell Gant, wolf pack.
Do you need to see my papers, or...?
- Uh, sergeant, we're not the wolf... - Hoo-ah!
they are.
Company, clear the square!
Hey, man. How ya doing?
Captain Hartman?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, at ease.
You must be Gant. Nice knowing you.
- Got some papers for me? - Uh, yes, sir.
Cool.
Why in the name of hell
are you giving me up as your commanding officer?
You ever salute me in the open again
and I will exsanguinate you, understood?
- Yes, sir. - Don't you "sir" me.
You want me dead? Is that what you want, huh?
Get up and answer me.
The pack is your mother, and the pack is your father, kid.
From now on, everything that you need
you will get from us.
That is, of course, if you can
manage to cut it here for more than 30 seconds.
Think you can do that?
Think you got what it takes?
Hoo-ah.
Drills are up. Move out!
Welcome to hell.
I want every dealer and informant
in the world arms market tracked down and interrogated.
If Hades 13 is in play, I want to know who, where and how.
You are also to put all of our field agents
monitoring the sale of nuclear equipment on high alert.
If anyone buys a radiac meter anywhere in the world,
I want someone with NSA creds
standing by to ask why.
- Understood? - Yes, ma'am.
Good. You know the drill.
In god we trust,
all others we monitor.
I have a special mission for you.
Let's go! Keep up!
Move your ass! Move it!
Hoo-ah.
Get him over that wall.
Sixty-two!
Sixty-three!
Sixty-four!
Sixty-five!
Sixty-six!
Sixty-seven, sixty-eight
sixty-nine, seventy
seventy-one, seventy-two
seventy-three, seventy-four
Well, I guess you could describe it as summer camp...
ten-mile runs...
I've never been this tired in my entire life.
Hey, the nanites aren't going
to burn out or anything, are they?
No.
No, they're-they're doing fine.
Oh, good.
What about you? Are you scared?
I don't know what I am. These guys are crazy, but...
I think they may be starting to respect me.
Oh, crap. I'm late, I got to get back to the barracks.
Bye
Gant!
That's some fine work out there today, my friend.
You're the man, Gant. Sierra Hotel, all the way.
Hey.
Thanks.
USDA choice,
hard ass.
You're going to do us proud.
Thanks, man.
You impressed every man in this unit.
Thank you.
You're welcome. Good night.
Good night.
Stop the car.
You're lucky you weren't on an actual mission, Agent Foley.
If the wolf pack thought you were slowing them down in battle,
they'd just pop a slug in your kneecap.
Well, I guess lucky in your world mean being tortured all night
by a bunch of jingoistic mesomorphs.
Sir.
I trust Louise Beckett with my life.
I hope that trust hasn't been misplaced.
You and me both.
Louise Beckett is not someone you let down
without serious consequence.
You know how she got the name Tank Buster?
Let me guess - she blew up a bunch of tanks in the gulf.
Tank was a man.
Piloted a Black Hawk in your boss' outfit
and had no end of crap to give her
about being black, being female, being attractive.
You name it, he had a slur.
And Beckett put up with everything,
until tank bugged out on a hostile encounter
a little faster than he should have.
Left Beckett all alone to weather the fire storm.
But one night,
tank went to the CO,
begged to be taken off the flight rotation,
confessed he acted in a cowardly fashion
and spent the rest of the war behind a desk.
And he never said a mean thing about anybody
ever again.
What'd she do to him?
Nobody knows.
That's why I'm warning you.
Don't give Louise Beckett a reason to dislike you.
Someone here to see you.
So, you're undercover, too.
None of our intelligence assets
can place Hades 13 in the arms market.
Our informants in the terrorist underground have nothing,
so the most plausible scenario right now...
Is that the weapon's still on the base.
- You have to find it. - How?
The wolf pack carry field laptops.
Traitor may have used his to uplink with someone about the bomb.
Now, you have to go through the wolf pack's duffel,
interface with their gear
and copy down their communications logs.
Okay,
am I going to do that before or after the monkeys fly out of my butt?
Kyle...
don't send me back in with those guys.
If the Hades 13 in detonated,
a lot of people are going to die.
Jake,
there are no half measures on this one.
You have to find the discipline
and commitment to take this all the way.
- Is that an order? - Yes.
All right.
I need some nerve gas and a funnel.
I don't know, but I've been told...
Wolf pack men don't sing no songs!
Oh, the little crap hound!
Wolf pack men is where it hurts!
Shut your hole and...
That the worst your little sorority bitches could come up with?
What kind of mongolian goat manure in your skull
made you think I'd follow a woman like you into battle, huh?
Get my eat tool.
Who in the name of sweet god almighty
put all these holes around my barracks?
Someone could trip and fall into one of these.
That's just plain unacceptable.
Listen to me, you little ass clown.
You listen to me good. I want
each and every one of these holes
off my base by sun up,
or you will suffer the kind of pain
you only ever hear tell of.
Hoo-ah.
Lights out in five minutes!
What?
Nothing.
You clocked your CO,
and instead of beating the snot out of you,
- he made you dig holes? - Yeah.
It's supposed to impress upon me the fact that I'm so retarded,
I don't even merit army-grade punishment.
As you can see, the shame is unbearable.
Yeah.
Well, that's the last of them.
I'll upload the data to Lou from the main complex.
- Mm-hmm. - This was clever, Jake.
But that nerve gas is going to wear off real soon.
There's still a traitor in this unit,
and these laptops may not be enough to snuff him out.
Well, being clever had nothing to do with it.
This is just Phase One.
You sure you know what you're doing?
Kyle, now is not the time to second-guess me.
You asked me to become one of these men, that's what I'm doing.
What exactly do you have in mind?
That's on a need-to-know basis.
Six hours ago, you were telling me not to send you back here.
Now you're General Patton?
You gave me a specific order to take this all the way.
I'm taking it all the way.
Sergeant, stop the vehicle.
No five-mile run today, gentlemen?
Gant...
you magnificent bastard!
You see what you pulled off?
How the hell did you do that?
Let the man have his sec he's got the huevos to pull that,
god only knows what he'll do in the field!
Looks like we found ourselves a tactical mastermind!
Hoo-ah!
You took your beating like a man, and you gave as good as you got.
Hey, everyone gets tested, Gant.
No exceptions. Nothing personal, huh? Nothing personal.
What do you say, Lawrence? What do you say?
You think it's time we give young Mitchell here an initiation?
- Oh, yeah! - Yeah?
- Initiation? Initiation? - Initiation!
Hang 'em up! Hang 'em up!
Initiation! Initiation!
Initiation!
Down the hatch.
Hey, hey! Can't you knobs take a direct order?
I said shaken, not stirred!
Hey, now that we know each other so well,
how about we make this cub part of the pack?
Hoo-ah!
The real initiation, Gant.
Come on, get this off! Let's go!
Ho!
Oh, yeah!
Come on, Gant!
Carve it in! Don't pass out!
Carve it up! Open your eyes, Gant!
Take it, Gant. Take it! Look at it! Don't close your eyes!
Take the pain! Look at him bleed!
Come on!
Take the pain! Take it! Take it like a man!
Come on! Come on!
Right! Arms in!
Hoo-ah!
We ran through crypto and data analysis on those logs you sent us.
I think we might've found our traitor.
We know that a member of the wolf pack leased a jet.
It's waiting for him somewhere in the Florida Keys. We don't know where yet.
He also bought equipment to handle nuclear material.
Now our guess is
he's moving Hades 13 out of the country.
Well, is he selling the bomb, taking it to a buyer?
We don't know yet. Make the arrest.
Take the soldier straight to General Freewald.
Interrogate him and get those answers.
How's Jake?
Easy!
I'm not sure.
What do you mean?
He's one of them now.
We need to get him out of this as soon as possible.
Oh, he'll get out. As soon as I have the traitor and the bomb.
Right.
Oh, yeah.
So... now that Gant's been branded,
I'd like to propose a toast.
To absent friends.
- To absent friends. - Aubrey?
Hey, Gant...
we don't mention that name around here.
No, Lawrence.
Gant might as well know why he's here.
The pack was asked to deal with an afghan warlord in the Chaiko Valley.
This puke had some bio-weapons,
left behind by the Soviets.
It was simple -
snatch and grab the bio-weapon.
Next thing you know, we're in a hard firefight
through the local village. Aubrey took some shrapnel.
General Freewald sends orders
not to jeopardize the bio-weapon.
To forget...
Aubrey and get out of there.
Two days later, al-Jazeera shows a video
of Aubrey being torn limb from limb in the streets.
One of the Wolf Pack.
We let him die.
So... a toast...
Sergeant Ken Aubrey,
General Wesley Freewald.
- Oh, forget that, man. - No, no.
Let's give acknowledgment to the man
who made us dishonor ourselves and our brother.
May he meet with all the advancement and commendation
that he deserves... in hell.
- Hoo-ah. - Hoo-ah.
Hoo-ah. Hoo-ah.
Hey, hey, I didn't know she was married, I swear.
Shut up and keep your hands behind your back.
We're going to walk out the back door real quiet,
and you're going to tell General Freewald
who you're working for and where you hid the Hades 13.
We understand each other?
Well, you got to be on the pipe if you think I'm going to do that.
Oh, okay.
Well, let's see what the wolf pack does to you
when they find out that you're a traitor.
- Take me to the General. - That's what I thought.
You acquitted yourself quite well, Agent Duarte,
but this is an internal matter now.
A question of honor.
This man and I need to settle our affairs in private.
With all due respect, General,
you called the NSA,
and I'm not about to leave you alone
with a member of an elite assassination unit.
A unit I used to head, Agent Duarte.
But have it your way.
Just remember
what happens in Fort McClellan stays in Fort McClellan.
Are we clear on that?
- As a bell. - Good.
You know,
in antiquity, when a field commander
found a traitor in his midst,
he had the authority to shoot
the lying sack of crap on site.
Well, you gave the wolf pack the order
to leave Ken Aubrey in Afghanistan.
Does that mean I can shoot you on site... sir?
I did what was necessary.
You were carrying a lethal bio-weapon.
It's safe return was top priority.
That was the mission.
Our man was top priority.
Aubrey was still alive.
And you would've killed every man, woman and child
in that village to him back. Aubrey did his duty.
What the hell do you know about duty?
You were one of us.
The wolf pack never left a man behind
until you gave that order.
All right
You have something that belongs to me.
Now, the way I see it, you have two choices -
hand it over or die.
Fine.
The Hades 13 is...
All right...
the keys to the cuffs.
Please.
Hoo-ah!
It was a hairy fur ball that night.
Bodies flailing everywhere.
Didn't know which way was up.
Couldn't fight your way out.
All we could do was give in.
And give in, we did.
- Unbelievable. - Son...
you never visited a Panamanian whorehouse?
I can neither confirm nor deny
that I have ever been to Panama.
Hoo-ah!
Heads up!
Can I help you, officer?
He's not an officer.
His name is Agent Duarte,
and he's a spook for the NSA.
I take it this man has knowledge of our operation.
Yeah, Freewald called him in to find out who took the Hades 13.
You're all in on it... aren't you?
- What's he talking about? - Quiet, Gant.
What about the General?
Well, my guess is they won't find his body till dawn.
Agent Duarte apprehended me in the club.
I decided to turn the situation to our advantage,
find out how much he and the General knew.
Oh, and frankly,
not sorry about Freewald.
Understood.
All right, mount up. We're pushing our timetable.
Hall, Burns, Stern - you're on weapons detail.
I want the entire pack ready to bug out in 20.
We move the Hades 13 out of the country tonight.
Get up!
Just make sure this piece of garbage tells us everything he knows.
Now, who else knows?!
I told you.
I report to Freewald.
I'm working alone.
I don't believe him.
I concur.
What do you have to say for yourself, Gant?
You are the first leader of a wolf pack to leave a man behind.
- Aw... - You followed a bad order
and you know it, but I didn't judge you
when I volunteered to serve under your command.
Now, one of your officers has murdered a General.
An agent of our government is bleeding on this floor,
beaten by your hand,
not by any standard of human and military decency.
I should put a bullet in your skull no matter what the consequence,
but instead I am standing here
NOT JUDGING!
So if you want to be responsible for the death
of another one of your brothers,
have the courage of your convictions and pull that trigger,
otherwise I respectfully suggest you judge me
by my deeds, sir.
All right, have it your way, Gant.
You kill the man.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- You got to finish him off. - Shut up and give me the cuffs now.
Now!
What are you doing?
Tape!
This man deserves a slow...
and painful death.
You think he merits a soldier's death,
you give it to him yourself.
Gear up!
Moving out!
Woo-ah!
If the wolf packs can sneak that weapon out to the Florida Keys,
I want an ambush waiting with all the fire power we can muster.
So you find me that damn airstrip.
Director Beckett,
it's coming from Agent Duarte's field phone.
Get a fix on Kyle's location. Find Jake.
We need to get into that base.
Scramble covert team, have a chopper meet me at the helipad,
and tell them to stow an extra set of body armor.
- I'm sorry, Director, are you...? - I'm handling this myself.
Gant.
This team's been operating under a cloud of shame for too long.
You want the opportunity to be part of the wolf packs' redemption?
I consider it an honor.
Hades 13 tactical mini nukes.
Ever seen one of these go off?
No.
But that's all about to change.
We have a jet waiting for us in the Florida Keys.
So we're headed for Afghanistan?
We've got connections in every town and village and near to Karachi.
In less than three days,
infiltrate Afghanistan through the Paki border
and deliver the Hades 13 to the Chaiko Valley.
There's a helicopter standing by.
Get us out of there before she goes off.
and takes out the Chaiko Valley.
Yeah. Every one of those animals -
it's a joy to torture my boy Aubrey to death.
Hey, general, welcome to the party.
As you requested.
No one searches the General's traspo.
Stern, load up the weapon.
Here's we go.
Um... I say we stay off the main roads.
Just get to the...
Lock and load!
Put your weapons down and surrender now!
I knew it.
That weapon is not leaving this base.
I disagree. Hall?
All right. All right. Stand down.
Nice throw. You want to cut his heart out for me?
It's my pleasure.
Down! Everybody down!
Drop your weapons and hit the deck!
Freeze!
On your face! Get down!
Put your hands where I can see them!
- Kyle? - He's all right, he's alive.
- Yeah! - Mannick!
Attend to this man.
Lou, thank you.
Hi.
Hey.
I'm sorry.
Don't be.
You did what you had to.
It was necessary.
We're proud of you.
I know it was tough.
Yeah, was tough.
- But also way too easy. - I know.
We all got that inside, Jake.
It's a matter of how we use it.
Lou told me to, uh...
smuggle in some beer.
Love that woman.
Here. Take it.
Thanks.
- You going to be all right? - Yeah.
I heal fast, I guess.