We're one of the top satellite facilities. I'm talking tracking, telemetry, control.
Only NORAD's got more birds up there.
Let me show you the command center.
Really glad to have you here. We're seriously understaffed.
These motherboards. Where are they?
What?
These haven't been active in 20 years.
Get them.
Not a lot of hardware that can run these.
I don't know who would want them.
I do.
It's going to take some time to install these.
They're ancient by today's standards.
Then you must treat them as you would a precious artifact.
With great respect.
The fate of the world lies in your hands.
So do be careful.
You were born here. And you were always meant to die here.
Division is gonna change the world.
He's planning something big.
Percy's going nuclear.
Welcome home, Nikita.
It's okay.
I'm awake.
Good morning.
Hey.
Good morning.
We should get going.
I don't have to be anywhere.
I can't get him out of my head, Michael.
Percy.
Never thought he'd come between you and me. At least not here.
He's this close to getting a nuclear weapon and everything goes quiet.
You thinking what I'm thinking?
A storm's coming.
Impressive, but weird.
- It's not weird. - It's not normal.
- You're the judge of what's normal? - It's voodoo, man.
What is?
Good morning.
Uh, ahem, Fletch here is the data whisperer.
I figured Percy is gonna need engineering help with his nuclear plans.
Trolling through the CIA data Kendrick gave us to see where he might find it.
And I happened to notice that three former aerospace guys...
in their 60s all died from natural causes in the last two weeks.
- What's weird about that? - Well...
an expert swimmer drowns in his pool.
Than a guy with no coronary problems has a heart attack.
And the last one dies from anaphylactic shock, but he never had any allergies.
Anaphylactic shock was a Division staple. We used that.
So just for giggles, Johnny Mnemonic here has me run a check.
All three of these guys were posted...
at Maxwell Air Force Station back in the mid '80s.
Like I said, voodoo.
They were working on a classified project called Crossbow...
along with two other guys, Henderson and Mizuyama.
Both of whom are still alive, as far as I can tell.
What would Percy want with a satellite?
Communication, intelligence, navigation.
Navigation.
- Damn it. - What?
Well, the early ballistic missiles used navigation satellites for targeting.
- If Percy was able to hijack one... - He could use it to guide a missile.
He's already got enough plutonium for a warhead.
Get Alex and Sean over here.
And I gotta call Director Kendrick.
I'm in with the president, hammering out details...
on the Afghan-Taliban peace treaty. This better be good.
We think we know what Percy's up to.
It's something to do with Maxwell Air Force Station.
- How do you know about the attack? - What attack?
I just got a call that some gunman took out the staff and stole control hardware.
They ID him?
Security cameras caught him, but he doesn't appear in databases.
That's because he doesn't exist. Another one of Percy's ghosts.
Here's the security tape from Maxwell Air Force Station.
- Robbie. - Who's Robbie?
A recruit who snapped. He went on a shooting spree inside Division.
- We were told he'd been canceled. - Faked-death special.
Yeah, tell me about it.
- You got enough to run a facial recog? - Sure. Coming up.
Hey, Alex.
- Are you okay? - I knew him.
For a minute, I thought I could save him.
I know.
I get why Percy wants to hijack satellites, but why kill retired engineers?
What we do know is they want him dead, which means we want him alive.
Percy's making his move. We gotta get ahead of him.
Any luck finding the other two?
Nothing on Mizuyama, but old Henderson...
the feds keep track of guys who have top-secret clearance.
Last entry, 16 years ago, he's off the grid.
- Dropped out of society? - Colloquially, yeah.
Literally? Off the electrical grid. No bills from the power company.
- How do we track him? - Propane.
Propane. Power source of choice for the off-gridder.
And you can't get a big tank without making a deposit, so...
There. Sometimes I amaze even myself.
Got my own magic, voodoo man.
Donald Henderson recently purchased two tanks of propane...
near an abandoned shipyard in Philly.
- Okay, so he's still alive. - Maybe.
Or maybe not.
ShadowNet just coughed out a hit on Robbie.
A security cam has him boosting a motorcycle in a back alley.
If he's after Henderson, we're too late. Warn him?
Wait, hold on. It's a false alarm.
Robbie's not heading to the shipyard.
In fact, he's not even in Philadelphia. He's in...
upstate New York?
Adirondacks. Route 86, headed north.
That's away from Division. Where the hell is he going?
Let me take him. Please?
Okay. You guys find Robbie.
Michael. We go after Henderson.
Dr. Henderson.
- You're from the government, aren't you? - No.
See? That's what you always do.
Oh, whoa!
You lie. You lie about who you are.
- We just wanna talk to you. - Yeah?
That's the way it starts. Next thing...
you got electrodes attached to your privates. Heh.
Tell us about Project Crossbow.
If you're not from the government, how do you know about Crossbow?
- We don't have time. - Yeah? Too bad.
Because I got nothing to say. It's over, it's finished.
I moved on. I suggest you do the same.
If you won't talk to us, tell us how we can reach Keith Mizuyama.
He's in danger and so are you. We need to reach him.
He's dead.
Ten years ago. Cancer got him.
What's Robbie doing in the Adirondacks?
- Who the hell's Robbie? - The guy who stole the control boards.
Somebody's after Crossbow?
Wait a second. Those fools actually got it online?
What do you mean “got it online“? The satellite's already in orbit.
Oh, I know. I put it there.
Oh, man.
I knew it. I knew they'd find a way to make it work.
Heh, heh, nothing gets in the way of our military boys. No, sir.
Especially not scientists.
It's my fault.
Look at me. I thought I could save mankind. What did I do?
I gave it a way to commit suicide.
How is this your fault? What does Crossbow do?
You have no idea, do you?
Get down!
Henderson?
Now what?
What is this place?
What's with the flying saucers?
Your tax dollars at work. Some kind of government research reactor.
That's the bike Robbie stole.
- You think Mizuyama is here? - For his sake, I hope not.
We don't have to worry about Mizuyama.
According to Henderson, he's been dead for a while.
Nikita, we're standing outside a nuclear reactor.
If Robbie isn't after this guy, what is he doing here?
Spotted him.
All right, I gotta go.
Hands.
Alex.
- Never thought I'd see you again. - Likewise. On your knees.
Walk away and I won't hurt you.
I'm the one holding the gun.
You have no idea who you're dealing with.
I'm not that same recruit you once knew.
Neither am I.
I'm a cleaner now, Alex.
You know how many people I've dissolved in acid?
You were friends with this guy?
It's no fun living alone for this long.
A lot of meals spent by yourself.
It's not cold.
Birkhoff. We found something.
We're bringing it back. You got a way to play Betamax?
What are you doing here, Robbie? I know Percy's up to something big.
If you won'! Tell me what you're up to, at least tell me how you got here.
We were told you were to be executed.
So was I.
But then Division saved my life again.
Said that I showed them something, some, uh, depth they didn't know I had.
The way I murdered guards without hesitation.
They made you a killer, Robbie.
I am a killer.
Percy's the only one that doesn't wanna change that.
In fact, he's made me a better one.
I tried to get you out.
I offered to sneak you through those vents.
I know why now.
Because you're a traitor.
Percy told me how you turned on Division.
Percy's the one who turned on Division.
Bet you don't even know what you're doing here.
Whatever it is, it's probably gonna get a lot of people killed.
Yourself included.
You didn't save my life, Alex. Division did.
I'm willing to die for them if I have to.
What do you make of this?
I can't tell if it's a transmitter or a receiver.
I'd say let's beat it out of him, but I think he'd only enjoy it.
Where did you dig up that thing?
Found it in a box. Next to my parachute pants.
Let's hope he didn't tape a ball game over it.
Hello, I am Dr. Donald Henderson...
uh, lead scientist of Project Crossbow.
Which is the key component...
of President Ronald Reagan's Strategic Defense Initiative.
To shield the nation from a Soviet nuclear strike.
Crossbow will be a series of satellites equipped with particle-beam weapons.
Once in orbit, these satellites will target and destroy incoming Soviet missiles.
Guess there's a reason they called it Star Wars.
Star Wars? This thing worked about as well as The Phantom Menace.
Missile defense that couldn't hit missiles.
They pulled the plug before it got off the ground.
Then why does Percy want it? What does he know that we don't know?
Before he died, Henderson was so freaked out...
that he thought they'd gotten Crossbow online.
Maybe they did.
What if Percy's satellite isn't meant to guide missiles?
What if the satellite is the weapon?
I thought you said this thing couldn't hit the broad side of a barn.
It couldn't hit a moving target but it might be able to hit a fixed object.
Wait. It can reach the Earth?
If this had enough juice, yeah.
You're talking about lightning that melts through anything in its path.
How do we stop it?
You ask the scientists who built it to find a weakness. Only they're all dead.
So if Percy got rid of all the guys who could disarm it, then...
He basically has control of his own personal Death Star.
- Where's Ryan? - In Washington, briefing Kendrick.
Good, get him on the phone.
We need to bring one of the higher-ups in. We can't stop this on our own.
What makes you think Kendrick can?
I had someone else in mind.
If we weren't in the Oval Office, heh, I'd swear that I was being punk'd.
I assure you, Mr. President, this is not a joke.
Do you have any proof?
Fletcher's been working with a team of operatives...
who've been monitoring the situation for some time now.
And you trust these people?
With my life, sir.
So I'm under threat from something this government created I wasn't told about?
Actually, two threats, sir. - Excuse me?
They're also in possession of a satellite weapon from the SDI program.
The boards are green. You have full control of the satellite.
Excellent. Task Crossbow to...
these coordinates.
I'm gonna take her out for a spin.
I know you killed those people at the satellite base.
If I turn you over to the military...
you're gonna disappear down a hole for a very long time.
And a part of me doesn't want that to happen.
I remember when we were recruits.
You tried to help me get through it.
You told me to focus on the future. On the knowledge that I would get out.
It's hard for me to take your future away, Robbie.
Then let me go.
Not until you tell me what you know.
Percy's no future either.
- Do what you have to do. - All right. Ahem.
Let's get out of here.
I'm sorry, Robbie.
Alex.
Get out of here or you won't have a future either.
Flipped a switch? What does it do?
Nothing, as far as I can tell, but he thought it was worth dying for.
Could be anything. A transmitter, a beacon, a golden snitch.
Birkhoff, pull me up a satellite view of the Adirondack reactor.
The satellite fired its retro-rockets and changed its trajectory.
We no longer have control.
Damn it.
If we had this weapon in our arsenal, why didn't you tell me about it?
The CIA was kept out of the loop too.
Is that the hot phone?
Yes.
My name is Percival Rose.
And I created Division. Ring a bell?
It's him.
Black ops, deeply covert branch of your government.
No worries. We're need-to-know.
And besides, we've spun off on our own recently.
Spun out of control, sounds more like it.
You are playing with fire.
You might put it that way, Mr. President.
I have commandeered an SDI satellite and re-tasked it...
to a position above the Eastern seaboard.
Hard as that may be...
Our people have been monitoring the situation for some time now.
Oh.
Kudos. Glad to have you up to speed.
Now the demonstration will have greater impact.
What demonstration?
Watch the birdie.
What would the military use to target long-range weapons?
GPS, mostly.
No, I mean, like, in the '80s.
They'd get a spotter close enough to paint the target.
Or some sort of homing beacon to transmit coordinates.
The facility just had a big power spike.
I don't see a laser.
Yeah, the beam's invisible...
but it's heating up the reactor like gas on a fire.
Alex, get out of there.
Last we spoke, you asked how I hoped to prove myself.
You expect me to be impressed by your feat of so-called domestic terrorism?
Any hillbilly with a pickup full of fertilizer and nitrate could've done that.
But would he have the most powerful man on the planet under his control?
Although I'm sure to you and your associates that title has a hollow ring.
I sincerely doubt you can play puppet master to the POTUS.
Then allow me prove myself.
What would you like the puppet to do?
Let's start small.
A public statement.
If I'm satisfied, we can aim higher.
I'm aiming higher. Membership in your group.
We'll see.
As far as the president goes...
I've always admired a certain quote by Edward Teller.
Only have a few moments, he's about to address the nation.
Any word from Alex and Sean?
They're safe, they got out.
Stayed upwind from the blast. They should be back here soon.
- What is the president gonna say? - What can he say?
"My fellow Americans, we're screwed"?
Truth comes out, it could shatter people's faith in the government.
- Maybe that's what Percy wants. - I don't know.
Chaos is bad for business. Deep down, Percy's all about his own self-interest.
Ryan, then why hasn't he revealed his endgame?
- He called again. - Percy'! What did he want?
It was an odd request.
I'm going to make some remarks then take a few questions.
First off, our hearts and our prayers...
go out to the victims of this terrible tragedy.
At this moment, though details are still coming in...
it appears to have been an accident.
We were fortunate that this occurred at a research reactor.
The loss of life was contained to the facility itself with minimal fallout.
At a trying time such as this...
I am reminded of what nuclear scientist Edward Teller once said.
Life improves slowly and goes wrong fast...
and only catastrophe is clearly visible.
His master's voice.
All right, Percy, you have our attention. Let's take this to the next level.
Happily. Provided you're taking me to the next level.
I feel like somebody stuck their hand up my backside and made my lips move.
What the hell was that quote for? Some kind of joke?
Assemble my security team. I want options on how to deal...
- with this bastard now. - Yes, sir.
Hello?
Well done, Mr. President.
A very convincing performance.
You got what you wanted.
That was just a test. Here's the task.
Tonight, instead of signing the treaty as planned, you're going to announce...
that peace talks between the Afghan government and the Taliban have failed.
We've worked on that treaty for years.
If we pull out now, the entire region goes up in flames.
Don't blame me, I'm just the messenger.
Messenger for whom?
Let's keep it simple. For the time being, I am your commander-in-chief.
That's ridiculous. I've staked my presidency on this.
Are you willing to stake millions of lives on it too?
The next strike is gonna take place in a heavily populated area.
And you're not gonna be able to whitewash it.
Scuttle the talks or your presidency won't be the only thing melting down.
You have three hours.
- It's as bad as we thought. - I'd say it's worse.
Not only does Percy have one of the deadliest weapons created...
he's using it to blackmail the president into committing political suicide.
President's gotta have something. Air Force could shoot a missile.
SEALs could do a ground assault.
If Percy gets word of an attack, he'll trigger the weapon.
Crossbow could get another shot before a missile hits ii.
Let's face it. Percy won.
- We're probably next. - No, we're not. He is.
Nikita, I get that, but what do we do?
We take away his trump card. The satellite he controls from Division.
Heh, you think I haven't thought of that? This is ancient tech.
It's about the motherboards, not software. You can't hack it.
I'm not talking about hacking it.
- I'm talking about going in to Division. - You kidding? We can't go at that place.
- Why not? - Because it's suicide.
So is the alternative.
I've been running from Division for five years.
Running and running and running while Percy gets stronger.
I am not running anymore!
I don't wanna go in there, Michael. I have to.
This ends today.
Nikki, you have flirted with the crazy before, but this is flat-out starkers.
I am not talking about knocking on the front door.
- I'm talking about a surgical strike. - All right, let's approach this tactically.
- What exactly are we talking about here? - Horrible, gruesome death.
First we would have to disable the Crossbow control boards.
Break in. Fight our way through teeming hordes of psycho killers.
And make our way to the sewer room...
which is on the ninth sublevel, a.k.a., the basement of hell.
If we take the abandoned silo all the way down, we pass the main levels.
Think about it.
If we go in through the exhaust vent...
it would lead straight to the server room.
The hatch was removed when Nikita escaped.
No, it wasn't removed. It was sealed by me.
- Welded it shut with steel brackets. - We can blow through that.
Okay, uh, let's not forget that to even get to the hatch...
we have to get past the farm...
which is manned by two full-time sentries.
Don't let their civilian cover fool you. Ma and Pa Kent are still Division agents.
- Sean and I can handle them. - And you can't kill them.
If they die, their trackers go offline. Somebody in Ops notices that...
horrible, gruesome death.
So we'll go non-lethal.
All right. Birkhoff, you quarterback.
Sean and Alex, you get us in, Michael and I will infiltrate.
We get down to the server room.
We plant a charge that we can remotely detonate.
When we exfil, we blow the charge.
Hey, listen, Nikki...
I really hope this isn't the last time we ever see each other.
Thanks for reminding me, nerd. I'm the one whose ass is on the line.
I know.
May the Force be with you.
Mikey, you can kick my ass when you get back, okay, buddy?
Will do.
It's crazy, right?
The attack.
It's definitely a Hail Mary, but I think we can pull it off.
Michael, I don't wanna do the thing where I'm deciding for everybody.
You're not. We all know what we're getting into.
If this goes wrong...
my worst nightmare is dying in that hellhole without you.
That's never gonna happen.
Can't get rid of me that easily.
- Options. - Bunker buster.
We drop a GBU-28 on them, it can penetrate 20 feet of reinforced concrete.
- It worked in Iraq. - It did, Madame Vice President.
Except this facility was designed to withstand a nuclear attack.
What about sending in Special Forces?
All entrances to Division are chokepoints.
They could hold off 10 times their number. It'd be a bloodbath.
And once any offensive action is detected, Percy will activate Crossbow.
What are you telling me? The combined might of the U.S. military forces...
is helpless against a madman?
In New Jersey?
Thanks, Jack. Be back for that baling wire tomorrow.
Easy.
Now we're even.
Nikita, we're on our way. Meet you at the designated spot.
Listen, you're the only one of us in there who knows Percy.
And can admit it.
I need you to remain here as my liaison while I go back to Langley...
work up those casualty figures.
Wait, sir, we cannot send in the Marines.
- That's not up to me. - All we need is a little more time.
Is there something I should know about?
Not if you ever need to deny it.
I hope to be pleasantly surprised, Fletcher.
But you're on your own.
Yeah, things are spinning out here.
You better have some good news.
Ah, too soon to tell. They just started their run.
Straight to the mouth of doom.
Dalton.
Target has eyes on me.
Dalton?
Now I owe you one.
Keep them out of sight, we'll be back as soon as we can.
Almost there.
Okay.
I register two standard Division trackers, no other signals or listening devices.
They're clean. Nikki, how you guys doing?
Home, sweet home.
- Damn. - What is it?
Ladder's gone.
Amanda must've taken it out...
when she retrofitted the place for Percy's cell.
We're gonna have to do this the hard way.
There's nothing here to anchor the rope.
- You're gonna lower me down. - What?
- Splitting up wasn't a part of the plan. - You got a better idea?
There'll be two techs in the room. I get down, plant the charge...
- I'm back up before you know it. - Fine. I'll go.
No, you're too heavy for me to lower.
Not that I'm dissing your girlish figure.
The first sign of trouble, you get the hell out of there.
You scare the crap out of me, but I love you anyway.
I love you anyway too.
Alexandra Udinov.
- The traitor. - Nice to meet you too.
What are you doing here?
Is this a Gogol attack?
Or some rogue action with Nikita?
You can't possibly think you can take on Division on your own.
Doesn't matter.
Whatever you're trying to do, it won't work.
We'll stop you.
Division will stop you.
How long you been working on this cover?
Months? Years?
Long enough to see what life outside of Division is like?
Division is what makes this life possible.
No.
Division is what is keeping you from having a life.
If Division dies, you can live.
I'm in.
Ah, thank the maker.
Tech support is down.
Okay, the communications server is the middle column.
- Which panel? - The one with all the blinking lights.
Thanks, that helps me a lot.
You're gonna have to feel around for it...
find the one that pops open.
Nikita's reached the server room.
Halfway home.
Do it.
You had it wrong.
If we die, Division lives.
The tracker.
Sir, we have a problem.
- They're not answering? - No, sir.
Send an alpha team to the barn.
Then call the sewer room.
Server room, this is Ops. Do you copy? Hello?
Get the security squad in there immediately.
Do you still have satellite control?
Yes. Telemetry from the on board computer pings back normal.
Let me know if we lose contact even for a second.
I wanna keep that thing on a tight leash.
This place too. Put us on lockdown.
Access code 73729.
- You gotta get out of there. - I need a minute.
Don't have a minute. Get out now.
Nikita, do you hear me?
I'm almost there.
Nikita, you are burned. - Not yet.
All right, I'm coming down.
Mikey, don't. That'll never hold your weight.
Okay, we're on site.
The techs have been neutralized.
- Blow the charge. - Whoa, whoa!
Wait.
If I blow this now, they'll be swarming all over that place. You'll be trapped.
You take high, I'll take low.
They're in here!
They're about to find it. It's our only shot.
- Blow it. - No.
Blow the charge!
Nikita?