Athletes Who Rock the World Page #6

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I'm responsible...

for a whole city.

Look, I know this

isn't easy for you.

Remember you were trained

for this kind of a situation...

and believe me,

it'll come back to you.

Besides, you got the best

SEAL team in the country backing you up.

Okay.

You're right.

L-I'll be on the wire.

I'll help talk you through it.

There's something else.

It's terrible.

N-No, it's wonderful,

except it isn't.

My girlfriend's pregnant...

and she's just flown in

to see me.

You keep your mind on what you're

going to be doing out there tonight.

And I'll send someone to pick up

your girlfriend and bring her

here to the command centre.

- Hummel!

- Hello, Frank. Lou Linstrom.

I'm at the White House

with General Kramer.

Uh, Frank, uh,

we're havin' a few problems

with the account transfer.

- Don't tell me problems,

tell me solutions.

- Now, we've spoken to the president,

and I know that you're

well aware of his stance on terrorism.

- So what we'd like to do is...

- This isn't about terrorism.

This is about justice.

It's about reminding you people

who found it politically

convenient to forget.

This is goin' nowhere,

Frank.

Well, then, let me tell you

what is.

Fifteen V.X. Gas rockets

into the heart of San Francisco.

You've got 17 hours

to deliver the money.

Or be prepared to reap

the whirlwind, gentlemen.

- What's the word from Mojave?

- General Peterson can give us...

no definite assurance

on the thermite plasma.

That is the word.

Green light

to SEAL incursion.

Fall in!

All right, listen up.

Mr Mason will run point

for us.

Lieutenant Shepard will be

attached to his hip.

You breathe, he breathes

with you. You piss, he helps.

Understood?

Dr. Goodspeed

is our specialist.

When he neutralizes the threat,

we launch green flares

and we wait for the cavalry.

Make no mistake, gentlemen.

We're in the fight of our lives...

against maybe the greatest battalion

commander in the Vietnam War.

I sh*t you not.

Any questions?

Let's load up!

After you, ace.

Pass out and activate

the minicams.

Everything set here?

Minicams operational?

Roger that, sir.

We are on-line.

Shep, what's the status on the

special operational gear for Mr Mason?

Uh, let's see.

We have, uh,

one quart of kerosene

in a squeeze bottle.

Three washers

and waterproof matches.

Use the green flares to signal

when the threat has been neutralized.

Now, this is atropine. If you

come in contact with the gas,

you have 20 seconds

to inject it into your heart.

Don't f*** with me on this.

It may save your life.

I have three incoming bogeys

bearing 275.

Range:
6,000 metres.

FBI Command Centre?

- Oh, I would just love for you

to tell me what is goin' on.

- Nope.

Listen, Stanley Goodspeed

is my boyfriend.

Actually, he's, um, my fianc.

- Where is he?

- Classified, lady.

Okay. Well, you just sit here

and act like a Bureau bonehead, then.

Hey, where are you g...

Goddam it!

Decoy choppers

commencing run to Alcatraz.

I just lost one, sir.

I just lost one.

- We only got two flying in.

I just lost one.

- Sh*t!

In my day, we did it all with a

snorkel and a pair of flippers.

- Your day?

- Yes. Didn't you read my rsum?

I don't...

I don't know anything about you.

- Hmm. I know something

about you, Godspell.

- Goodspeed.

Goodspeed, Godspeed,

Godspell,

you never went to

any antiterrorist school.

So just make sure you don't

get us all f***ing killed.

- We're goin' dark.

- Night vision!

Raider One has dropped

below radar coverage,

heading around

Treasure Island.

Sir, we've got two bogeys

bearing due east and closing.

Decoys?

- Prepare to deploy!

- Good luck, Commander.

Sir, Raider One

is at the drop zone.

Stanley's not a very good swimmer.

I mean, he can't even snorkel.

- Everyone, good to go?

- Good to go!

- Good to go!

- Good to go! Good to go!

All right, so the S.D.U. S

have been deployed,

and the Eagles are in the water.

Major, I want the perimeter patrolled

to the west end of the island.

- Double-time it.

- Yes, sir. Hendrix!

- You lead the patrol.

- Aye, aye, sir.

Let's move. Move out!

Move out! Move out!

The Eagles are on the Rock.

They've entered the cistern room.

Thank you very f***ing much,

Mr Mason.

You've led us into a room

with no exit.

- Any ideas, Dillinger?

- Figure it out soon.

We're sitting ducks.

We're a little tight

on time.

You stand by the door

until I open it.

I'd like to know how you plan

on accomplishing that?

Through here.

- You're shitting me.

- I memorized the timing.

I just hope

it hasn't been changed.

You catch one of those

flame bursts, you're a corpse.

- Thank you.

- Commander, you said never

to leave his sight, but, uh...

Stand fast, Lieutenant.

Have a nice day.

- Where'd you dig up this guy?

- That's classified.

Clear here, sir.

No motion sensors tripped.

- Nothing.

- Well, tell 'em to stay out there.

Sweep forward!

Looks like he f***ed us,

Commander.

I knew it.

That son of a b*tch jumped ship.

Welcome to the Rock.

- Mason.

- That's a no-no.

That's the subway. That'll

drop you into the tunnels.

Do it!

Sir, the Eagles have breached

the tunnel system.

You enjoying this?

Well, it's certainly more

enjoyable than my average day.

Reading philosophy, avoiding

gang rape in the washroom.

Though it's less of a problem these

days. Maybe I'm losing my sex appeal.

We've got seismic activity in

one of the storm grates. North side.

Continue patrolling

the area.

Sweep forward!

Commander, halt.

We've got movement.

- They're hearing sounds above, sir.

- Stand fast.

Down, down, down.

West storm drain's clear.

Ninety-seven paces

to the shower room.

The Eagles are now at the access

tunnel. They're right under

the shower room, sir.

Fibre optics.

- Something's not right.

- I got a bad feeling about this.

Quiet.

Motion sensors.

- Beams cutting across

the manhole covers.

- Deal with it.

Commander, the beam is hitting

some sort of reflective device.

Possibly a prism.

I want to use a mirror

to cut the beam,

send the beam back to its source

and then I'm gonna move the prism.

We've got motion on a trembler

in the shower room, sir.

We've got visitors.

Let's move.

Got it.

Good to go.

- F***, man! I knew this

would happen! F***!

- Move!

Stand fast.

We'll secure the area.

They're entering

into the shower room, sir.

They're securing the area.

Just sit tight.

Drop your weapons!

Drop 'em!

- Stand fast!

- Hold your fire!

- Drop your weapons!

- Hold your fire!

It's a f***ing trap.

This is General Hummel.

Drop your weapons.

Drop 'em!

Anderson here,

General Hummel.

Commander. Team leader.

Commander Anderson, if you have

any concern for the lives of your men,

you will order them to safety their

weapons and place them on the deck.

This is not happening.

Sir, we know why

you're out here.

God knows

I agree with you.

But like you, I swore to defend

this country against all enemies,

foreign, sir,

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