A disgraced black ops agent is dispatched to a remote CIA broadcast station to protect a code operator. Soon, they find themselves in a life-or-death struggle to stop a deadly plot before it's too late.

Grey: I'll get you a prescription for Ativan, it'll stop your conscience bothering ya.
Max: [Meredith holding a gun on him] You're shaking now. You're getting angry. You're letting your emotions get the better of the situation. The adrenalin, it's really kickin' in. What I know? The reason that I'm not shaking is because this is a choice not dictated by emotion. This is logic - pure, simple. My boy over there is rated fourth in the world in the Glock 30. You now what that means? What's it mean...
Derne: It means I could shoot you from Texas.
Max: Now that's of course exaggeration. But the point still stands, he knows what he's doing. He's a professional. And you're... you. You've already dropped the gun, because this is a choice within a very strict set of parameters. Right now you're in control. What you don't want to do is put him in control. Don't give him the choice. That way is death. That way
[slowly taking the gun from her]
Max: is the unconditional end of future choice.
Max: [she whimpering] That's it. Good girl. Oh, I know, I know. It's always a tough lesson to learn. To realize that you don't have the stomach to do what's needed.
Emerson Kent: Oh shit, your leg.
Katherine: Oh my God!
[as he carries her to a table]
Katherine: I can't even feel anything.
Emerson Kent: That's usually a bad sign.
Katherine: You always know what to say to a girl.