Athletes Who Rock the World Page #8

Genre: Short
Year:
1996
24 min
41 Views


So what do you say you cut me

some friggin' slack?

A really elegant

string-of-pearls configuration.

Unfortunately,

incredibly unstable.

Well, what exactly

does this stuff do?

If the rocket renders it aerosol, it

can take out the entire city of people.

Really? And what happens

if you drop one?

Happily, it'll just wipe out

you and me.

- How?

- It's a cholinesterase inhibitor.

Stops the brain from

sending nerve messages down the

spinal cord within 30 seconds.

Any epidermal exposure

or inhalation, and you'll know.

A twinge at the small of your back as

the poison seizes your nervous system.

Do not move that!

Your muscles freeze,

you can't breathe.

You spasm so hard you break your

own back, spit your guts out.

But that's after

your skin melts off.

My God.

Oh, I think we'd like God on our

side at the moment, don't you?

So what I'm doing now

is removing the guidance system chips...

so the rocket will splash down

after 500 feet.

All right,

let me have that.

You can let go of it. All right,

just back away. Just back away!

Sir, morgue team

has not checked in.

Blackbird One,

this is Blackbird. Over.

Blackbird One, this is Blackbird.

Come in, goddam it!

Somebody's still there.

Let's move!

Rats alive! Close on the morgue.

Close on the morgue.

Go, go, go, go,

go, go, go.

Frye, Darrow, hustle up.

We got more company!

Hold it.

Converge on the morgue.

Move out.

Goodspeed, come on.

Come over here.

Good. I love pressure.

I eat it for breakfast.

Come on. Time's up.

There's three rockets somewhere

else. We have to find them.

Come on!

Clear!

I'm too old for this.

- Where's it go?

- I've no idea.

Sir, all the guidance chips

are gone.

Captain, I guess you didn't

quite take care of the rat problem.

- No, sir.

- Well, there are two dead men here...

- who strongly suggest

you go finish the job.

- Yes, sir.

Yes, sir!

Rio, Royce, let's go!

Move out!

- You really don't know where this goes?

- No, I don't know where it goes.

Well, it's starting to pick up speed.

Do you know how to slow it down?

No, I don't.

God.

Mason, you all right?

Yes, perfectly okay,

you f***ing idiot!

- They're coming.

- Who?

- The Marines!

- Where?

- What the f***'s goin' on?

- Let's cut him off.

No! No! No!

Mason!

Mason!

You motherf***er!

Die! Die! Die!

I'm rather glad

you didn't hesitate too long.

How do you do it?

Oh, I was trained by the best.

British Intelligence.

Come on.

But in retrospect, I'd rather

have been a poet or a farmer.

Okay.

Okay, the president arrives

in three hours.

His directive is to string Hummel along

until the air strike is operational.

- What's the word

from Mojave, General?

- The same as last time, Lou.

They're going as fast

as they can.

- Do it over here.

- On your knees. On your knees!

Navy SEALs, listen up. You've

got something that belongs to me.

Twelve guidance chips,

to be precise.

Let me remind you there are

lives at stake, civilian lives.

Speak up.

- Speak up!

- I, uh, uh...

- Tell them your name.

- My name is Larry Henderson.

- Oh, man.

- And I'm a father of three.

And, uh, they've got a gun

to my head.

You've got exactly three minutes

to return the guidance chips

to the exercise yard...

- or Mr Henderson won't have a head.

- Oh, no.

Hey. Wha...

Now, three to go.

You find them

and defuse them, okay?

- All right.

- All right.

I'll try and delay Hummel

and give you more time.

Hey, what about

Mr Henderson's head?

Okay?

What do you mean?

Okay.

- General.

- Who the hell are you?

I'm all that's left

of the enemy.

Bingo.

Stand easy.

Thought I'd been in the service

a long time.

- Name and rank, sailor.

- Well, it's Army, actually.

Answer the question. And

address him as "General, sir."

Captain John Patrick Mason,

General, sir,

of Her Majesty's S.A.S.

Retired, of course.

You're a long way

from home, Captain.

How the hell are you

involved in this?

Oh, I have a unique knowledge

of this prison facility.

I was, uh,

formerly a guest here.

Hi, sweetie.

Hey, come back here,

little boy.

Did they bother to tell you

who I am, why I'm doing this?

Or are they just using you

like they do everybody else?

All I know is you were big

in Vietnam. I saw the highlights

on television.

Then you wouldn't have any

f***in' idea what it means to

lead some of the finest men...

on God's earth into battle, and

then see their memory betrayed

by their own f***in' government.

I don't quite see how you cherish

the memory of the dead...

by killing

another million.

And, uh,

this is not combat.

It's an act of lunacy,

General, sir.

Personally, I think

you're a f***in' idiot.

"The tree of liberty must be

refreshed from time to time...

with the blood of patriots

and tyrants." Thomas Jefferson.

"Patriotism is the virtue of

the vicious," according to Oscar Wilde.

- Thank you for making my point.

- Where are the guidance chips?

Where are

the guidance chips?

- I destroyed them.

- That was a bad move, soldier.

Does that mean

you'll execute us both?

You're lucky that old man Hummel

wants you alive.

'Cause I'll take pleasure

in guttin' you, boy.

I'd take pleasure

in guttin'you

Boy

"I'll take pleasure

in guttin' you, boy."

What is wrong with

these people, huh, Mason?

Don't you think there's

a lot of, uh, a lot of anger

floatin' around this island?

Kind of a pubescent volatility?

Don't you think?

A lot of angst, a lot of, "I'm 16,

I'm angry at my father" syndrome?

I mean, grow up!

We're stuck on an island...

with a bunch of

violence-for-pleasure-seeking

psychopathic Marines.

Shame on them!

Anyway, I only got one

chem round. There's two left.

- Mason?

- Yes, I'm here.

I was just thinking

how wonderful it was...

when the inmates weren't allowed

to talk in here.

Not allowed to talk.

How'd you do it?

Uh, nurtured the hope

that there was hope.

That one day I'd breathe

free air.

Perhaps meet my daughter.

Modest hopes, but, uh,

they kept a man alive.

What'd they put you

away for, John?

Oh, that's a long story.

Well, I'm not goin'

anywhere.

When was the last communication

from our men on Alcatraz?

Seven hours.

Thermite plasma

is operational.

- Get me the president.

- Be seated.

Gentlemen, consider yourselves

on ground alert. If we receive

launch authority,

your mission is

the complete thermal destruction

of Alcatraz Island.

The entire island is to be blanketed,

not one square inch missed.

Eighty-one American civilians

and a number of U.S. Marines...

will lose their lives

in this air strike.

Why didn't you just tell them

where the microfilm was...

and, and create a solution?

Hmph. The moment they had the

microfilm, they'd suicide me.

- Some solution.

- And you ended up here.

Which brings me to another

question. When you broke out...

Let me see if I can get this straight.

You went down the incinerator chute,

on the mine cars, through

the tunnels to the power plant,

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