Joel readily admits that he hates night shoots, so the pivotal raid sequence in “Zero Dark Thirty” was a challenge, as was the intensive military training that preceded it:

“The Bin Laden raid took 6 weeks of NIGHT SHOOTS… tough. The training was short but intense. Shout-out to the wonderful Navy Seals Mitch, Mike and Paul at Coronado for giving Chris Pratt and I some guidance… and the military training facility in Jordan where the boys were trained up to look and move right. Great experience." 

–  Joel Edgerton

Seal Six Team/FBI Au

Seal Six Team/Fbi AU

The Seal Six Team consisted of the best fighters in the country. They were a tight knit team and never did a mission alone. They have a partner in the team who they always work with. You can have a master fighter on your team, but with two then you can make sure the job gets done.

To Peggy, there was a difference between fighting for a cause that needed your skill and doing the dirty work for the CIA. And when CIA chief Jack Thompson summoned her this morning, she sure felt like she was doing the latter.

To Peggy’s surprise, she didn’t see another Seal Six member in the building. Sure, she’d gone on a few solo missions, but Thompson had told her that before she arrived. It had to do with her being the best of the Seal Six and blah blah blah blah blah…she could barely listen to Thompson sometimes. He was so ignorant and rude sometimes.

“Carter,” he called as soon as she entered the CIA headquarters, “I have a special assignment for you.” He put an emphasis on the word special. Peggy rolled her eyes.

She walked into his office, her head up high. Whatever the mission was, she hoped it lived up to being called special.

“Agent Thompson,” she began, but he held his hand up to silence her, probably so he could hear the sound of his voice again.

“This isn’t like any other mission I’ve seen before, Carter. In case you were wondering, you aren’t working this case alone.” She could see the pity in his eyes as he said it, though it was a bit ineffective because he did use a pun. Peggy hadn’t had a partner since the death of her old one.

Peggy’s partner in the Seal Six was Steve Rogers. Steve died in a bombing accident that occurred two years ago. She’d been there when he died. Rogers ran back to save a citizen while Peggy fled. The bomb went off, sending him flying toward her. She ran over to him. Steve was bleeding badly. It was evident to both of them that he wouldn’t survive. She saw the life drain out of his body as he told Peggy that he loved her. Peggy wept for her friend who lay dying in front of her. Steve was her best friend. He was the man she loved, and she didn’t hesitate to tell him that. What hurt the worst was the fact that she was right next to him, but she couldn’t do anything to save him. Somehow, she found a way to move on.

“That’s fine,” she responded briskly, indicating that Thompson should drop the topic of Steve. Peggy didn’t want him too involved in her personal life…actually, she didn’t want him involved in it at all.

“The mission requires a member of the Seal Six. That’s you. Your partner will be Agent Sousa of the FBI. Heard he’s a bit of cripple, but they say he’s one of the best they’ve got.”

An FBI agent, Peggy thought. Interesting. She’d heard of the FBI, but who hadn’t? She hadn’t met one. She was interested to meet one; to see if they were as good as they say. Thompson was still talking, so she reluctantly tuned in to his “speech”.

“-careful, Carter,” he was saying. “This girl was murdered by a gang. The gang leader, who goes by the name of Dot-E, murdered several people in the last month. Or at least, we believe they were murdered. Their disappearances were all connected to her. The only body we have is the body of Maggie Jones. Dot-E has a lot of connections, but so did Maggie. It’s up to you and Sousa to find out why. You used to work for the CIA, Carter. I’m sure you can figure it out.” He handed her a file folder before motioning her out the door.

Once she left the office, she rolled her eyes. Sure, she’d worked for the CIA, but there was a reason she quit. And Thompson played a large role in that. He’s just as bad now as he was back then.

Peggy lay down in her bed, thinking about the mission. Her line of work was a dangerous one. She felt bad for the FBI agent. No doubt he wasn’t going to be much help. They never were. She sighed. No use wondering about it now. Once tomorrow rolled in, Peggy knew that she’d find out how bad he really was.


The next morning, Peggy arrived at the crime scene. It was a fairly recent crime, so she was curious why it fell into her hands so quickly. The police had failed to find a lead, so that’s where she came in. They left the evidence untouched so that it’d be easier to find leads. Of course, there was always a lead waiting to be found somewhere. Everyone slipped up somehow.

There was a man with a crutch looking at the body. Peggy assumed that he must be her partner. Thompson wasn’t lying when he called the agent a cripple.

“Agent Sousa?” Peggy asked. The man turned around.

“You must be Peggy Carter,” he said, limping over to her. He stuck his hand out. “Daniel Sousa.” She shook his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice meeting you too,” she responded with a fake smile. Up close, she could see that Sousa had a prosthetic leg. He probably hadn’t learned to balance on it yet. That explained the crutch.

Sousa noticed Peggy staring at it and spoke up. “I lost it in a battle,” he explained, gesturing to the prosthetic. “The FBI was going to let me go, but they decided that I could still be of some use to them.” He gave her a half smile.

Peggy didn’t look away, but she was embarrassed to be caught staring at it, but she had a feeling that she wasn’t the only one. She walked over and stood in front of the body.

“Dear Maggie had a lot of connections,” Sousa said, “celebrities, drug dealers, politicians, organized crime groups, servants in the White House, agents in the CIA, the list goes on and on. Ms. Jones had connections with just about every group on the planet.”

“So she was very dangerous,” Peggy said.

“Yep. Anyone could’ve killed her.”

“Dot-E killed her,” Peggy said, looking up to see Sousa’s reaction. He acted like he knew a lot about the case. Peggy wanted to see if that was true.

Peggy was shocked to see that Sousa just nodded his head in agreement. “Yeah, she did. But who knows if she wanted Maggie dead. Anyone could’ve sent Dot-E. Maybe she killed Ms. Jones on her own accord.”

“Maybe. This is going to be a tough case,” Peggy said. “My favorite,” she added, smiling.

Sousa was smiling too. “Then let’s get started,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her over to some blood on the ground. It was reckless move, considering that Peggy could’ve broken his hand the instant it touched hers. But she let him pull her over. She continued to smile. Maybe this case wasn’t going to be that bad, she thought. Her partner made it seem like he knew what he was doing. Peggy knew she could use his help. It’s hard to find a friend in this business, especially one as nice as Sousa. For the time being, she was glad to have him. Peggy also knew that she’d overjoyed if he decided to be her friend after the case was over. And that scared her. Strangely enough, it was the fear she felt that made her decide that it was against her best interest to break Sousa’s hand.

Peggy began to inspect the blood. She glanced at Sousa, who had looking at her. They both looked away, and Peggy could feel her cheeks burning up. Unbeknownst to her, Sousa was also blushing. Peggy went back to inspecting the blood, hoping to take her mind off Sousa. There was no way of knowing what the future would bring, but that didn’t mean that Peggy couldn’t hope for the best.

In the sheets of the darkest night we do not sleep until our target sleeps forever. We operate in the darkest hour when a soul can not be found awake. We are hidden amongst the ghosts in the night like a wolf stalking it’s prey. We will not leave until the deed is done, and when it is, we shall leave no trace. We are not the fearless, we are the feared. We are the men you don’t want to know about, and by the time you do it’s already too late. We are the unstoppable force that drives the quest of goodness. We are the hidden protectors of the moonlit night. We are Navy SEALS.

Special Warfare Operator 1st Class (SEAL) 34-year-old Seth Cody Lewis died Friday April 24, 2015

32-year-old Lewis enlisted in the Navy in December 2006 after he served in the United States Marine Corps from 2001 to 2005.

Upon completion of Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL (BUD/S) Training in Coronado, Ca. in 2007 with BUD/S class 265, Lewis transferred to an East Coast-based Special Warfare Unit in Joint Expeditionary Base Little Creek-Fort Story where he was stationed until his death.

Lewis made multiple deployments to Afghanistan and Iraq in support of Operation Enduring Freedom and Operation Iraqi Freedom, earning the Bronze Star with Combat Valor, Purple Heart, U.S. Navy/Marine Corps Commendation Medal with Valor, the U.S. Navy/Marine Corps Achievement Medal with Valor, and other campaign and service medals.

SO1 Lewis who originally was from Queens, New York was 32 years old.

Lewis was a loving husband, friend, and son-in-law, survived by his wife Kristy and beloved dogs Baby, Kona and Lyla.

“We are deeply saddened by the passing of our friend and teammate, Seth,” said Capt. Pete Vasely, Commander, Naval Special Warfare Group TWO. “Seth was a consummate professional, fierce warrior, and teammate and friend to many of us in the Naval Special Warfare community who had perseverance and determination, making him an outstanding SEAL. Our hearts go out to the Lewis family, friends, and teammates in this time of grief.” 

Navy SEAL Foundation

Been around the world twice, talked to everyone once. Seen two whales fuck, been to three world fairs. I even know a man in Thailand with a wooden cock. I’ve pushed more peter, more sweeter, and more completer than any other peter pusher around. I’m a hard-bodied, hairy-chested, rootin’, tootin’, shootin’, parachutin’, demolition double cap crimpin’ Frogman. There ain’t nothing I can’t do. No sky too high, no sea too rough, no muff too tough. Learned a lot of lessons in my life. Never shoot a large caliber man with a small caliber bullet. Drove all kinds of trucks. Two by’s, four by’s, six by’s. Those big motherfuckers that bend and go TSH TSH when you step on the brakes. Anything in life worth doing is worth overdoing. Moderation is for cowards. I’m a lover. I’m a fighter. I’m a UDT Navy Seal diver. I’ll wine, dine, intertwine, and then sneak out the back door when the refueling is done. If you’re feeling froggy, then you better jump, because this Frogman’s been there, done that, and is going back for more. Cheers boys.

Brian Ouellette was born on February 12, 1967, in Brighton, Massachusetts. He enlisted in the U.S. Navy on February 7, 1990, and completed basic training at NTC Orlando, Florida, in April 1990. Ouellette attended Aircrew Survival Equipmentman (Parachute Rigger) A School at NATTC Lakehurst, New Jersey, from April to July 1990, and then attended Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL training at NAB Coronado, California, from July 1990 to March 1991. He next attended Jump School at Fort Benning, Georgia, in April and May 1991, followed by service with SEAL Team FOUR at NAB Little Creek, Virginia, from June 1991 to July 1995. During this time he deployed with Naval Special Warfare Unit EIGHT to the Panama Canal from January to June 1995. Petty Officer Ouellette attended language training at the Defense Language Institute at Monterey, California, from July 1995 to February 1996, and then served with SEAL Team FOUR at NAB Little Creek from February 1996 to February 2003. His final assignment was with Naval Special Warfare Group TWO at NAB Little Creek from February 2003 until he was killed in action after his vehicle hit a land mine in Afghanistan on May 29, 2004. Brian Ouellette was buried at Saint Patricks Cemetery in Watertown, Massachusetts.

His Navy and Marine Corps Commendation Medal Citation reads:

For meritorious service while serving as Special Activities Leading Petty Officer at Naval Special Warfare Group TWO from February 2003 to May 2004. Petty Officer Ouellette displayed exceptional leadership and tactical expertise in support of operational preparation of the Battlespace Activities. He provided highly valuable and time-sensitive intelligence while serving as a Special Operations Forces resident expert, coordinator and facilitator of Joint and Interagency Operations for the United States Ambassador of a critical country in the Global War on Terrorism. Petty Officer Ouellette’s professionalism and devotion to duty reflected great credit upon himself and were in keeping with the highest traditions of the United States Naval Service.

For more information about PO1 Ouellette:

Fallen Navy SEALs Ouellette

Metro West Daily News

Chicago Tribune 

Navy SEAL Foundation


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever Gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of Circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of Chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Henley 1875 


Modified ST6 Kit:

The standard Seal Team 6 Recovery kit is a fantastic item and has gained respect globally. I was asked by a forces member to see if I could improve on the kit and assist with some special requirements.

The kit now contains 24tpi hacksaw blade, 24" braided stainless cable, 24" coated wire, 24" high strength cord, ceramic razor blade, straight handcuff shim, SERE compass, new style firesteel, universal handcuff key, three bobby pins, P38 can opener with cover, high visibility 2"x2" silver marker, high visibility 2"x1" orange marker, glow in the dark tabs, SOLAS markers for multiple uses.
Not shown as an addition are an EZ Decoder, Quick Stick, Stainless split pawl shim, Stash-It Multicam.

This kit is heading stateside for testing with one of the finest special forces on American soil. Its a pleasure meeting the special requests of the service men and women who put their lives on the line to defend honour and freedom.

Other pack options available from The Law Industries Store.

Check out the Official Lone Survivor Foundation T-shirt from FORGED. 

 In the summer of 2005, a four-man Navy SEAL team consisting of Lt. Michael Murphy, and petty officers Danny DietzMatthew Axelson and Marcus Luttrell departed for a reconnaissance mission high in the Hindu Kush Mountains near the Afghanistan-Pakistan border. The team’s target was Ahmad Shah, a local terrorist leader with close ties to Bin Laden who led a group of insurgents referred to as the “Mountain Tigers”. Five days after insertion, Luttrell was the only SEAL to make it out alive. 

     Lone Survivor is the story of Operation Redwing and Luttrell’s amazing story of endurance and survival in the aftermath of a ferocious firefight that led to what was then the largest loss of life in Navy SEAL history. 

More on the Lone Survivor Foundation, here.