The drunken WolfPak heads back to the base. Hey, they left another man behind, at the bar! That's one sloppy wolf pack. WolfHed is telling stories about Panamanian whorehouses. Has Jake ever been to one? Jake parrots, "I cannot confirm or deny that I have ever been to Panama. Hoo-ah!" Jake, you should not be this relaxed. This is not summer camp. He's laughing and smiling, and then The Man, bound and gagged, is thrown from the side of the road and lands in front of their vehicle. The vehicle screeches to a stop just in time. The WolfPak get out and stare. WolfHed says casually, "Is there a problem, officer?" NotJeremy comes out from behind a tree and explains, "He's not an officer. He's a spook! For the NSA!" And he wants to know where the little nuke went. The Man looks at the WolfPak, crowded around him like kids surrounding an ice cream truck in the summertime, and says, "You're all in on it, aren't you." Duh. But good moving along of the plot; we're only 43 minutes in.
A Pak member kicks The Man in the gut, and Jake says, "What is he talking about?" NotJeremy says they won't find the general's body until dawn. And he's not sorry. WolfHed says, "Change of plans. We move the Hades 13 out of the country tonight. And make sure this scum gives up every piece of information he knows."
Back in the barracks, NotJeremy is beating the snot out of The Man. The Man takes his lumps (as he does quite a bit on this show) and insists he's working alone. Jake watches, mouth open, eyes nervous but not scared. Wow, Jake actually looks hard and flinty. Until, that is, WolfHed aims the gun at him and asks him what he knows. Jake, nostrils flaring, makes an impassioned speech about coming to serve in the WolfPak knowing that WolfHed had left a man behind, but he didn't judge, and now the General is dead and there's an officer of the government beaten at his hand lying at his feet, but he hasn't judged, and now he asks that WolfHed judge Jake on his deeds, SIR. Hoo-ah. WolfHed considers this, then hands over the gun and says, "All right. You kill the man." Hey -- shout-out? Could be. I need a better shout-out than calling The Man "the man." I needs a Nelly Gustave type of shout-out. That's me, holding onto the dream of all recappers. Except maybe Deborah. Jake takes the gun and looks at The Man, who, even with blood dripping from his mouth, has his eyebrow cocked and loaded. Then Jake levels the gun and shoots The Man point-blank in the chest. Dude! That is major! But he's not dead. Still! I am in shock. NotJeremy says, "You gotta finish him off!" Jake snaps, "Shut up and gimme the cuffs. Now! Tape! This man deserves a slow and painful death. You think he merits a soldier's death? You give it to him." The troops hoo-ah and move on out. Jake turns and gives The Man one last look, then focuses in on his cell phone, still strapped to his side.