At the warning station, Sophie is declaring her Hazeltella "better than sex," prompting her colleague to make a lame joke that telegraphs his crush on her. Which, ironically, in this room full of screens and displays appears to be the one signal that she can't pick up. A report comes on about the Pakistanis supposedly sinking the Colorado, and just as they're confused about why the official channels are pushing this obvious (to them) lie, the screen lights up with radar blips tracking actual, current missiles zooming north from the Indian Ocean to Pakistan. If the Colorado wouldn't do it, someone else would, apparently. The guy gets on the phone and asks, "Are we shooting at Pakistan?" They watch in horror as the blips register impact, and Sophie gasps and cries like one of them landed on her dog.

Meanwhile, the Colorado is also picking up the shock waves, and Cameron is interpreting them with an amazing degree of accuracy. "Okay, the fight's started. It's not too late to get into it," Prosser quietly advises Chaplin. You know, actually, I bet it probably is. But Kendal reports that the assault teams are ready, so Chaplin orders, "Let's grab some sunlight, people." The sub promptly and spectacularly surfaces in the harbor of this selfsame island and sails right in like it owns not only the place, but the dilapidated fishing boat it knocks carelessly aside. This is clearly quite the spectacle for the islanders, and minutes later, Navy motorboats are speeding up to the dock carrying armed sailors who storm the island, clearing the dirt streets with their weapons drawn. The SEALs, meanwhile, must have held on to their own boat somehow, because they end up at the bar, whose owner points out the hospital over thataway. Two of the SEALs take their wounded guy that way while King asks the bar owner for a place to "keep my friend until I can get him home." She doesn't look entirely thrilled to see the body bag slung over King's shoulder, but she lets King stash it in her walk-in cooler and accepts a thousand US dollars from a big SEAL wad, as well as an order for her best Scotch. It's quite the Hemingway moment.

The sailors, with Cortez on point, bust into the monitoring station and take over the control room from the two unarmed civilians. It's not exactly a glorious battle. Cameron takes over the radar console while Kendal follows him in. Sophie protests that the station belongs to NATO. Chaplin picks this moment to make his dramatic entrance and announce, "This station, and that sub parked outside? They all belong to me now." Got a receipt, Marcus?