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"Sir?" Ianto blinks slowly.

The commander barks to S.E.A.L. Reigert "Get him some gear."

In the bathroom S.E.A.L. Dando stands at a urinal. Ianto bursts in and lunges for another urinal. He vomits. Gags. Spits. S.E.A.L. Dando "Nice to meet you too."

Sanchez enters. "You look like shit."

Ianto leans back against the wall. "Thank you."

"You're not wimping out on us, Ianto." Sanchez asks.

"I join the F.B.I. I ask for fieldwork." Ianto says dreamily "They say, "Ianto, you're too fucking smart for field work." Every year I put in for a transfer and every year I sit in that goddamn lab like the fucking Maytag repairman in the commercial. Then the call finally comes, and it's a whole fuckin, city at stake? Oh Jesus..."

Sanchez is sympathetic "Chemical Weapons isn't a cakewalk, Ianto."

Ianto splashes cold water on his face.

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ALCATRAZ - LOWER LIGHTHOUSE – SUNSET

Cpts. Darrow and Frye look out . the window at the Marine's Command Center in the Infirmary. Captain Darrow is mumbling "Seventeen hours left. What the fuck is he doing? How much time does it take to transfer money from one account ..."

Captain Frye replies soothingly "Just a matter of time, buddy. The Pentagon will cave and we'll be headin, south of the border a million dollars richer."

ALCATRAZ - INFIRMARY COMMAND CENTER – SUNSET

Saxon sits at his desk. The phone rings.

"Saxon."

Security Advisor Louis Lindstrom speaks "Hello Frank, Lou Lindstrom. I'm in the oval office with General Kramer. We're having some problems with the account transfer, Frank."

"Don't tell me your problems, tell me your solutions." Saxon barks, with clear annoyance.

"We've spoken to the President. He's not too happy about this." Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair enters the conversation.

"Well he'd better give me a goddamn assurance ..."

"The only thing the President will give you is a fair trial after you're caught, General." Sinclair snapped.

"That you, Sinclair? What exactly do you do at the White House? Answer the presidential phone? Wash the presidential limousine? Are you his golf caddy, Sinclair?" Saxon is enjoying himself now as he sneers at the phone.

Sinclair roars "Now you give me some coddamn respect, General ..."

Saxon is cold and clinical as he replies "You want respect, you child, you coffee server? Let's talk about Dave Ridgeway."

Kramer interrupts them "Who's Dave Ridgeway, Frank?"

"A twenty-two year old marine tortured to death by a communist death squad in the El Salvadoran jungle. His mother and young wife were told by the Pentagon that he went A.W.O.L. Let's talk about the respect he got." Saxon is smiling now as he has the attention he wants.

"This is going nowhere Frank ..."

"Then let me tell you what is: The most lethal poison gas known to man into San Francisco's business district. You have twelve hours to deliver the money or be prepared to reap the whirlwind, gentlemen"

CLICK.

National Security Advisor Lindstrom stares at the phone. Shakes his head. "What's the word from Mojave?"

Kramer replies "General Petersen can give us no definite assurance on the Willy Peter capability."

The men stare grimly at each other. Then Lindstrom sighs and says "Greenlight the S.E.A.L. incursion."

General Kramer picks up the phone.

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NAVAL AIRSTRIP (INCURSION STAGING AREA) - DUSK- The INCURSION STAGING AREA

(a base in the S.F. vicinity)

Ianto and Jack, in black dry suits, join Commander Anderson and nine other S.E.A.L.s. Four S.E.A.L.s will be identified: Boyer, Reigert, Dando, and Shepherd. Commander Anderson is speaking "Listen up, men. Mr. Harkness here will run point for us. Lieutenant Shepherd will be attached to your hip, Jack. You breath, he breathes with you. Understand?"

Lieutenant Shepherd, young, laconic, nods at Jack who growls "Captain actually."

Commander Anderson continues to speak like Jack hadn't "Shep, what's the status on the special operational gear for Jack."

S.E.A.L. Shepherd hands over items. One aluminium fork and one quart of motor oil in a squeeze tube.

"Motor oil?" Ianto notices.

"For cottonmouth." Jack replies as Ianto and the S.E.A.L.s exchange looks.

Commander Anderson points at Ianto "here's our specialist. We will cover him while he neutralizes the' chemical threat. If he does his job we'll launch flares and hold our position 'till the cavalry comes. Make no mistake about it, gentlemen, we are going in against an entrenched force led by one hot-shit field commander. We are in the fight of our lives, I bullshit you not. Any questions? Let's move out."

They move across the staging area to -a CH-53 SEA STALLION and two Huey Cobra Attack Gunships, their blades whipping with ferocity.

S.E.A.L. Shepherd stands in the Sea Stallion's door. The S.E.A.L.s board past him. Last are Jack and Ianto. Jack steps back "After you, 'Yan."

Ianto gives Jack a look and climbs in. Then Jack. Then Shepherd, who SLAMS the door shut. The Ground Crew waves red light sticks "all clear." The Hueys and the Sea Stallion lift off. Ianto and Jack sit with the S.E.A.L.s. Grim, determined faces. Not a word spoken.

Commander Anderson finally orders "Activate mini-cams."

Anderson, Boyer and the other S.E.A.L.s flip on tony video cameras mounted on their shoulders. A Naval Medic passes out Syringes of Atropine in Ankle Sheathes. "Atropine. Any contact with the gas, use it."

Each S.E.A.L. takes one; begins strapping it to ankle. Ianto shakes his head, declining. "Uhn uhn. I hate needles"

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PIER 39 - MOBILE COMMUNICATIONS TRAILER

F.B.I. Technicians talk into headsets and watch a bank of monitors displaying: satellite pictures, thermo-graphic images of Alcatraz, a computer bio of Saxon. Sanchez sits at the control panel wearing a headset. Director Hartman paces behind him. Sanchez confirms "Mini-cams operational."

Outside the warehouse an F.B.I. Sedan pulls in and parks. F.B.I. Agent Cord gets out. Alice sits in the back seat with her son clasped against her. "Would you please tell me what is going on?

"Can't do that, ma'am." Agent Cord replies "Sorry."

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SKIES OVER SAN FRANCISCO BAY – NIGHT

The Hueys and Sea Stallion fly in formation. The Sea Stallion's running lights suddenly blink off. The two Sea Stallion Pilots don Night Visioin Goggles. In the hold - The S.E.A.L.s begin to prepare themselves; checking their weapons combat wet-suits, and Closed Circuit Rebreather Scuba Tanks. The S.E.A.L.s begin to don their scuba apparatus.

Commander Anderson leans in "You know what you're doing?"

"Yes. Little fancier than I'm used to" Jack replies as he examines the equipment. It's more modern, but not foreign to him. He adjusts his depth and oxygen gauges. Ianto, having a hard time, watches Jack.

The Hueys, 50 ft. from the water's surface bear down on Alcatraz. The Sea Stallion, lagging behind the Hueys, banks right and peels away. It descends lower, below radar.

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PIER 39 COMMAND CENTER

The F.B.I. Radar Technicnian watches the Radar Screen. ..Glowing BLIPS move toward Alcatraz. One BLIP vanishes. "They're off radar, headin' 'round Treasure Island."

The Sea Stallion rounds Treasure Island and heads toward the rear of Alcatraz Island. The Sea Stallion Pilot turns to Anderson "I got you to the strongest current in the Bay, Commander. You're on your own from here. "

Anderson yells "Prepare to deploy!"

The S.E.A.L.s stand. Each checks the gear of the man in front of him. Straps tightened. Weapons checked. In the rear of the hold four S.E.A.L.s are readying two high-tech 139B 3-man submersibles called 'IS.D.U.s (Seal Delivery Units), also known as "Seal Subs." Jack is ready to go, calm and steady, eyes forward. Ianto is still behind. He has his scuba tanks shouldered, but he can't get the last of the tricky catches on the shoulder harness secured ... Jack reaches over and secures, with a metallic click, the catch. Ianto, embarrassed, nods.

At the back of the hold Shepherd, with a nod, directs Jack to sit down on the S.D.U. behind S.E.A.L. Boyer, the S.D. driver. Jack does so. Chaney then sits behind Jack. S.E.A.L. Dando then begins buckling Shepherd and Jack onto the sled with harnesses (the unit's version of a seat-belt.)

The Sea Stallion hovers 15 ft. from the surface. The belly door opens. Commander Anderson leans out, inspecting the drop area. He hand-signals to - S.E.A.L. Dando, reading the two S.D.U.s. Ianto sits on the second S.D.U. behind S.E.A.L. Reigert. S.E.A.L. Dando begins buckling in Ianto.

"Wait a minute." Ianto says and Dando stops buckling "What if this thing crashes ..."

Dando looks at Reigert. They laugh. This remark they obviously find very funny. Dando continues buckling Ianto in.

Jacks smiles too as he calls across "Ianto. Live a little. Life is short... especially yours."

And the S.D. are released, rolling out of the Sea Stallion on a set of tracks, splashing down into the bay here. The S.D.U.s' headlamps come on. The rest of the S.E.A.L.s, carrying equipment and single man mini-S.D.U. units, jump from the Sea Stallion one by one. The three-man and single S.D.U.s head toward Alcatraz, passing the lighthouse as the atop the lower lighthouse scans the bay, back and forth. It fixes on something. I

Saxon and Baxter watch from the window. Captain Frye's voice emanates from the walkie-talkie. "Something on radar, sir. Two Hueys in standard formation, due east and approaching."

Saxon raises binoculars. Scans the bay.

Saxon lowers the binoculars, clicks on his walkie-talkie.

"Decoy?" Baxter asks.

Saxon ignores him as he barks into his walkie-talkie "Royce, Scarpetti, Gamble, Starling: get to the west end of the island on the double. Think we have visitors."

In the water tower Pvt. Royce clicks off his walkie-talkie. "You heard the man, let's move it"

Pvts. Royce, Scarpetti, Gamble and Starling race off.