Walking through town with Barrett, Patterson goes through their new orders. "We're moving out and relinking with Battalion..." Barrett complains that they've barely even looked at the town, but Patterson's like, "Dude, I know." Everybody gets ready to move; the guys munch of flatbread. Burris is the only one that seems to be thinking about the lost Marine that was their mission, three missions ago. Nobody's got an answer for him.

Bravo. Nate explains the logistics of their entry into Al Hayy. "It's a city four kliks long, about 100,000 inhabitants. We're coming up the west side of it, then cutting across..." Basically, they go through the town in a really convoluted way, and then set up a roadblock on the other side. Then RCT-1 comes through and either takes out the bad guys or pushes them toward the roadblock, at which point Bravo takes care of it. Charlie's on point for the city, and then Bravo holds the road. The men get nervous, under Evan's eye. "I know this looks like some Black Hawk Down shit we're doing, but we'll be the ones initiating contact. Not the bad guys." That really is the difference. Espera nods and Brad calls an informal break: "All right, gentlemen, you heard the man. Let's go set up a roadblock."

Rolling through the deserted town, with prayers on the PA: it's super empty and super bleak. Trombley, Brad and Ray all stare out their windows, in private movies. Then Espera, Pappy, Leon. Up ahead you can hear Charlie engaging, but you can't see anybody. Walt's up on top of the Humvee, staring at the walls. Manimal sees a couple of women, ducking behind a doorframe near a balcony. Nate tells them halfway through the town, it's getting heavy. Here, it's dead silent: just bodies and the praying. There's a man on his stomach as they roll past, hands over his head, covered in blood. A dead man is crumpled behind him, one arm thrown across his leg. Evan stares at him as they go past. Lilley prays quietly to himself: "Lord, see us through. Lord, see us through. Lord, see us through." Espera stares at the survivor; Pappy almost whispers: "He's not a target." Nate stares down at him, and the bodies. Captain America sits very still.

Other side of town, they set up the roadblock as the sun goes down, and then it is night. Bored, Ray sits staring back toward the town, singing softly to himself. "God damn, man, son of a bitch and fuck... The price of Copenhagen just went up..." He spits absent-mindedly, and it drools down onto his shirt. "Oh shit," he says contemplatively. They sit in the quiet, staring down the road toward the darkness. Espera spots a truck, and they all pull their guns up. It drives closer, and closer, and Brad orders warning shots. The truck immediately swerves, turns around and heads the other way faster than a Benny Hill skit on fast-forward. Everybody chills out, but a second later there's another truck coming. They fire warning shots, and the truck keeps coming. "Light it the fuck up!" Wynn finally calls, and everybody unloads. More, and more and more, ripping the thing to shreds. It finally swerves off the road and falls onto its side. The men climb out of the wreck one by one, and one by one Bravo picks them off, lining them up with gunsights in their NVGs: green and black, invisible sights tracing across, and then firing. One, two, three. "Did they understand the warning shots?" Brad asks, and looks at Nate. "The ROE aren't a lot of help here."