It's been a long time.

Come on inside.

18 hours ago, we lost a chopper carrying a Cabinet minister and his aide from this charming little country.

You've got a transplant?

A fix on their position about here, This Cabinet minister.

Does he always travel on the wrong side of the border?

Apparently, they strayed off course, and we're fairly certain they're in guerrilla hands.

So why don't you use the regular army?

What do you need us for?

Because some damn fool accused you of being the best.

Dylan, You son of a bitch.

What's the matter?

The CIA got you pushing too many pencils, huh?

Had enough?

Make it easy on yourself, Dutch.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Did know when to quit, huh?

Good to see you.

What is his fucking type is?

Come on, forget about it.

I heard about that little job you pulled off in Berlin.

Very nice touch.

Good old days.

Yeah, like the good old days.

Then how come your best on Libya?

But it wasn't my style.

You got no style that you know that.

Come on.

Why Japan's we a rescue team, not assassins?

No.

What we got to do that cabinet minister is very important to our scope of operations in this part of the world.

Watched the general saying that a couple of our friends are about to get squeezed and we can't let that happen.

We need the best.

It's why you're here.

Go on.

Simple.

Set up one day operation.

We pick up their trail at the chopper, run em down, grab those hostages and bounce back across the border before anybody knows we were there.

What do you mean, we?

I'm going in with you, Dutch General.

My team always works alone.

You know that.

I'm afraid we all have our orders, Major.