Behind Enemy Lines Page #3

that second missile.

Yeah, you should've. You blew it.

You took me down with you.

I thought you had great reflexes.

What happened?

I used to have, like, a good pilot.

Man, you're slippin'. You need to watch it.

Oh, God.

(cheering)

Oh, sh*t.

(shouting in Serbo-Croatian)

Urgh!

Oh, goddammit.

(muttering) Son of a b*tch.

Reconnaissance mission, yes?

Not bombing mission, right?

You photograph?

(soldiers laugh)

You alone?

Correct.

No!

(whistles)

Alpha Whiskey, this is

Ark Angel Zero Six. Over.

(garbled over static) Alpha Whiskey, this is

ArkAngel Zero Six. Over. Can you read me?

- What is that?

- Sorry, sir. There's some interference.

It's the beacon from the ejector seat, sir.

- Well, shut it off.

- Aye aye, sir.

Alpha Echo, Alpha Echo, Alpha Whiskey

directs cease buzzer on Zero Six.

(beeping)

(beeping stops)

Alpha Whiskey, this is ArkAngel Zero Six.

Over. Do you read?

Zero Six, this is Alpha Whiskey.

Read you loud and clear. Go ahead.

Zero Six, this is Alpha Whiskey.

Read you loud and clear. Go ahead.

Ark Angel is down. I say again.

Ark Angel is down, and I am on the run.

Slow down. What is your count?

Minus one. Stackhouse. They shot him.

No names over the net.

Confirm your last.

Minus one. Confirmed.

Serbs in camo shot my pilot.

You're saying a uniformed soldier

killed your flight officer?

No, I'm saying they executed him.

They talked... They were talking to him,

then they shot him in the head.

All right, calm down, son.

We're working on it. Wait one.

- How soon can your team be ready?

- We're ready now, sir. All I need is a ride.

Zero Six, consult your chart.

Reposition to rally point three.

I read 133-41. Maintain radio silence.

We're comin' to get you, son.

Just get to the rally point.

- Understood?

- Zero Six copies. Out.

- Contact Piquet and Donnelly.

- Aye aye, sir.

Let 'em know I need a green light

to go get my boy.

Command and control

comes from Red Crown.

You men have three slicks loaded with

Use advisedly.

I want gimbal attachments

for all fast ropers.

Team leaders report to me

as soon as your squad is ready.

- (knock on door)

- Come.

Admiral, what's going on down there?

We have an F-18 down in southern Bosnia.

One pilot suspected dead.

Who authorized a search and rescue?

- I did.

- Call it off. Stand down, Admiral.

Maybe I didn't make myself clear. We have

pilots down. One probably already dead.

Admiral, I have spoken personally

to Bosnian military commanders.

They say the shoot-down was perpetrated

by renegade forces

attempting to disrupt the peace process.

Of course they say that.

They're also claiming, Admiral,

that your aircraft was way off-mission.

If we fly in there we create a shitstorm,

and the whole treaty will collapse.

Admiral, Burnett says

that Serb troops murdered his pilot.

Is your pilot an expert on Bosnia?

Can he distinguish between the uniforms

of Serbs, Croats and Muslims?

Because I can't, and I've been

posted here for five years.

If your man is in danger,

he should get himself into a safe zone.

That is what he's briefed and trained to do.

Listen, Leslie. I can have your fleet

commander order you to stand down,

or you can do it yourself.

Alpha Whiskey, this is Zero Six. Come in.

Zero Six, go ahead.

Zero Six is at rally point three

and standing by.

Zero Six, latest intel

says your current location

undoable for pickup.

Stand by to copy rendezvous point.

Say again your last.

I am at the rendezvous point.

You need to hump it out to a safe zone.

I set IP Cadillac. Canada 1-5,

Virginia 2-0. Read back.

No.

Negative. Negative.

I do not understand.

Why is this spot not doable for pickup?

I am good to go.

I say again, I am good to go now.

Burnett!

Zero Six, you are a combat naval aviator.

Start acting like one.

You've been shot down.

Life is tough. I am very sorry.

Now you pull yourself together.

You do whatever it takes.

Create some angles between

you and your pursuers.

Use your training. Use your head. Evade

and survive, and we will bring you home.

Understand? We will bring you home!

(shouting)

Zero Six?

Zero Six?

Someone's coming.

(frequency static)

- We lost the signal, sir.

- Sh*t.

- Where is he? Triangulate his position.

- We're on it, sir.

We're tracking him in the SCIF, sir.

On me.

At ease.

Sir, we were able to track the emergency

radio signal to somewhere in this radius.

It's pretty far away. But we think

the pilot transmission came from here.

This is imagery from a Northrop Grumman

relay satellite downlinked through Stuttgart.

We've hot-wired it for heat image,

and it's streaming in now.

This isn't strictly legal, sir.

OK, here we go.

- That's Burnett?

- Yes, sir.

(shouts in Serbo-Croatian)

F***!

What's going on? He's down.

He been shot?

They're almost on him.

Son of a b*tch.

- Why isn't he moving?

- Come on, Burnett, move.

(Reigart) They're right on him!

What are they doing?

(issues orders)

What's goin' on?

Has he been killed?

He's moving. That's him.

Briggs, stay on it.

Resize and widen broadband.

- Stay with him. Stay with him.

- Plug it in with NSA.

- What the hell's going on?

- Damn it.

- That's not us. The door's closing.

- Well, fix it, for chrissakes!

We're down. It's cooked.

I want intel on this situation.

Who's chasing him, and why? Understand?

Yes, sir.

- (knock at door)

- Come.

Sorry, sir. Nothing in the last hour.

I was trying to motivate him, Tom.

Sir?

Burnett. In the radio room.

I was...

I was trying to motivate him,

but... maybe I carried it too far.

Called him by his name. How stupid. Damn.

Just human, sir.

- Tom.

- Sir?

It's why I push 'em so hard.

For times like these.

- Permission to speak freely, sir.

- Come on, Tom.

You're gonna say whatever

you're gonna say. Don't patronize me.

Sir, what in the hell are we doin'? We've got

a guy on the ground, and we're sittin' here.

It's a complicated situation.

Why isn't this all over the news?

Why isn't the president on the phone to Pale,

or whoever, makin' sure this kid gets out?

Well, he was off-mission.

Piquet has a point there.

All due respect,

Piquet's got his own agenda, sir.

Now, this kid might not have

the best attitude, but he's no idiot.

- He says he's gettin' shot at, I believe him.

- What the hell do you expect me to do?

Command tells me I gotta sit on my hands.

What else can I do?

Right.

I forgot. It's not your call.

You're damn right it's not my call!

Apology, sir. Of course,

you can't do anything.

(TV) It's been confirmed that an American

combat aircraft, an F-18 Super Hornet,

has been shot down over Bosnia.

It was hit over Miciovic in southern Bosnia

at around 6:
00 yesterday morning.

Mr Burnett?

The pilot is feared dead, but his navigator

is believed to have survived.

It's about your son.

Their names are being withheld,

pending notification of their next of kin.

We still don't know who shot the F-18 down.

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