Albanian-born fight choreographer Peter Malota steps up to direct this dead-faced Van Damme vehicle based around the ethnic wars following the break-up of Yugoslavia. Following a botched attempt on the life of a Serbian minister, the dying dignitary and his gun-toting bodyguards haul-up in an Los Angeles hospital to kill the culprit: a defected assassin known as Philip (JCVD), who methodically fends off the remaining heavies alongside the nurse, Suzanne (Autumn Reeser), who is helpfully revealed to be a martial arts expert. One of the baddies is Van Damme’s contemporary, Daniel Bernhardt, who gets to go toe-to-toe with JCVD, and Van Damme’s own son, Kris, who is rather unceremoniously off’ed in a knife fight. The film mostly belongs to Autumn Reeser, who tells the whole story in flashback sequences during an exposition-heavy, good-cop-bad-cop routine back at FBI headquarters, peppered with screechingly clumsy dialogue. Inane, but it does have its moments.