Chariot Page #3

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Look, I'm gonna

try to reroute you to Bermuda.

It's a unlikely target.

It can handle your aircraft.

It's...

It's just I'm gonna

need you to do something.

What?

You find a way to get through

to the flight crew.

They have strict orders

to fly straight to Andrews

and not to deviate from it

under any circumstances.

Bullshit!

You think we're dumb

enough to fall for this?

You're just some

face on a phone,

a phone I just happened

to find when all of ours

were so conveniently taken.

That's my phone.

I was supposed to be

on that plane.

I had family in Houston, too.

We all had seats

on that flight.

I put the phone there for them,

and I got called away.

I thought it was another 3-0.

We have 'em all the time here.

And then today happened.

But here I am,

and this

is the situation I'm in.

It's a situation

that you're in,

and if you ever want to touch

down on solid ground again,

you're gonna have to put

all your emotions aside

and figure out

how to do one thing.

Get into the cockpit.

The pilot and co-pilot

are refusing

to answer my hails

as per their orders,

so you're going

to have to figure out some way

to get 'em to talk to me.

The problem is

if you open that cockpit door,

they're going to try kill you.

You guys are on your own.

How?

Side arm.

We'll try.

Look, you get into that

cockpit, I don't know how,

but you get those guys

talking to me.

This is the only chance

you've got.

We're on it.

Godspeed.

Dd

Is there any way

we can break it down?

With them shooting at us?

No.

Those things

are impenetrable anyway!

We...

W-we need a way

to surprise them.

I... Maybe get at

the hinges or,

- or pop the lock or something.

- Even if that were possible,

we have no tools.

Then we scour the plane.

Come on.

How 'bout some help?

No, I think

our resident housewife is right.

I'm just gonna wait for the

pilot to land this sucker.

You heard what that Major said.

Yeah, I heard him.

I just don't think

throwing myself in front of some

bullets is gonna help us land.

We have to try.

If we're not all working together

as a team we're gonna fall apart.

Drill Team Captain, right?

- Excuse me?

- I can tell.

Ever since high school

it's been a cinch

to spot the girls who would never

consider talking to a guy like me.

You don't even know me.

Look, you're pretty,

but you're not that hot,

and you don't have those thick-ass

thighs the cheerleaders have,

so, um, Drill Team.

How'd you know I was Captain?

No one on this plane has given more

little rally speeches than you.

You really,

really want to be in charge.

So, go back there

and be in charge of them.

Your kind wouldn't bother giving

me the time of day ten years ago,

so don't try

to build bridges now.

For the record,

the reason I never

bothered with guys like you

whenever I was

Drill Team Captain

had nothing to do with the fact

that you fondled your computer

better than you could a girl.

It was because

your self-esteem was so low

that you wouldn't even consider

just being nice

to someone like me.

Have a good flight.

Anything?

Not unless you think

a coffee pot would help.

Might not open a door,

but it'd sure do me good

right about now.

- Hey!

- I-I'm sorry.

I must've lost my balance.

- I'll make some for you.

- No, it's okay.

Is that blood?

Oh, my God.

There's more.

Look.

Holy sh*t.

Help me get him out of there.

What're you waiting on?

Belinda?

Don't...

anybody...

move.

He's your partner, isn't he?

He was.

You slashed

his freakin' throat.

He tried to force me

off this plane.

What's going on, Belinda?

Why are you doing this?

Because you all are about to try

and break into that cockpit,

- and I can't let you.

- Why, Belinda?

I know how

this is supposed to go down.

I know the protocol

and there's no chance in hell

I'm letting any of you

break into that cockpit

and ruin my chances

of surviving this day.

You dumb b*tch.

Didn't you hear anything

that guy

on the phone was saying?

Every...

word.

Now let me ask you a question.

Do you know him?

Do you trust him...

with your life?

Have you ever seen him

before you were drugged

and put on a plane

souring 60,000 feet in the air

while our country's

blown to sh*t?!

How do you know...

he's not the enemy?

Now back away!

Clear the isle!

Now this

is what's gonna happen.

We're gonna sit here

and we're gonna

let this pilot land

to where he was

ordered to land...

That's the only way

we're gonna make it through.

- Trust me.

- Trust you?

- Shut up.

- No.

I know what your job is:

You and your partner, you get an

order, you grab your subject,

you get your subject on the

plane and then you leave.

You're not supposed to be here.

What?

She's Black Ops.

Her job is just to put

people on these planes.

Right?

I'll shoot...

every one of you if I have to.

Each one of us is grabbed by

a team of two just like

her and her partner there.

I'm still right, aren't I?

And one step closer

to getting shot.

We'll do whatever you say.

But just tell me one thing.

Which one of us did you grab?

You took Michael.

You brought me here?

Took me away from my family?

You left them to die

and then you saved yourself?

- I'm warning you!

- You b*tch!

You can't

break into the cockpit!

What do you think? Huh, b*tch.

It doesn't feel too good, does it?

You don't want to be a murderer.

Let me go!

Don't touch me!

Get off!

Get off of me!

You're a real piece of work,

lady.

Nice job.

What's your name?

Rafika Boozama.

Call me Ra.

You saved our asses, pal.

Thanks.

I'm sorry

for how I acted earlier.

I-I-I didn't mean to...

I-m-I'm just...

I'm not...

I'm not a good flier.

Yeah, we all got our issues.

So we don't know

who's destroying our country?

No.

And we have to break through

that back door?

- Yeah.

- Only when we do

the pilots

will try and kill us.

Yeah.

Christ!

This whole flying thing

is getting better by the second.

So what's your deal?

What'd you do

to get a seat on this flight?

I suppose it's my profession.

I'm a Linguist.

A Linguist?

You mean like languages?

Arabic, Turkish, Farsi,

Vastu, Masway.

I'm fluent in pretty much

every middle eastern dialect.

And in English, of course.

That'll do it.

What about you?

I'm a mistake.

- Only one it seems.

- Mistake?

You mean, you don't possess

any special skills or talents?

That ain't exactly true.

I'm pretty good at recking a

marriage, I can tell you that.

I know how to make

a business fail.

I'm great at running

when things get tough.

So, yeah,

I guess I got some talents.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, whatcha gonna do?

I'm sorry about that.

At least you're not a coward.

Listen, partner.

We need to figure out a way

to get through that cockpit door

before we all turn to cinders.

Why don't you see if you can make

anymore sense of it than we did

and I'm gonna

go check on the others.

All right.

Now what

are we gonna do with you?

I say we slit

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