We had gotten bloody on our last mission. We went to Colombia to rescue my wife and son from a drug cartel that kidnapped them to lure us to South America.

Doc was wounded, Brady got a concussion when his Helo crashed and Senior Chief Morrison was killed. The entire team needed time off to decompress.

We all took time off and flew back to our home towns to unwind and give back to our communities. Then I got a call from Patch in Arizona.

“LT, I need the team down here. We have a Fentanyl epidemic on the reservation that is killing our youth.

My nephew is in the hospital in an induced coma. ”My team is family.

When one of us hurts we all hurt. The team rushed down to Patch's location.

Come hell or high water we will find out where the Fentanyl is coming from and trace it back to its origin. We learned that thousands of Americans are being killed by Fentanyl annually.

Along the way we discovered a Mexican drug cartel is the middle man for the Chinese government. We also learned about corruption in our own government at the highest level.

Hunting for the drugs, we accidentally discovered something we weren’t expecting. If gone unchecked it could mean the end of all life on our planet.

Failure is not an option. No matter how bloody we get, we must succeed.

We cannot afford to fail. To fail will mean the death of America, and afterward, the death of all animal life on earth.

It’s time for the Sea Demons to live up to their name!. .