Chariot Page #7

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So we can still communicate?

Just like we did before.

We can write

messages on sick bags

and hold them up

to the cockpit window.

What is it?

You're going

to have to tell me.

Uh, guys, I think whatever

that dude is saying

I think that's our

outbound communications.

He wouldn't do this.

We look like a 9/11 plane.

- Ra, what's he saying?

- Uh, it's Arabic.

It sounds like

typical terrorist bullshit.

Um, "Vengeance shall

reign down from the sky

upon the Infidels

God willing... "

Oh, no.

What else?

They're talking about

hitting the White House.

They're going to shoot us

right out of the sky.

I thought you said

we had time to write a message.

Not with that plane,

from our cockpit.

Collins, you a**hole.

You thought of everything.

It sounds like

somebody's calling us.

Andrews hailing

unknown aircraft.

This is Joint Base Andrews

hailing unknown aircraft.

You have flown into security

airspace without authorization.

Say again.

This is Joint Base Andrews

hailing unknown aircraft.

You are ordered to respond.

- Over.

- Forget it.

We can hear him,

but he can't hear us.

Joint Base Andrews

hailing unknown aircraft.

Respond. You have flown

into secured airspace

without authorization.

How long?

Minutes, if that.

They won't want this plane

falling to pieces over DC,

so they're going to engage us

sooner rather than later.

So what do we do?

There's nothing left to do.

Bullshit!

As long as we're breathing

there's options!

If you have any ideas,

now's the time.

Moss said he programmed our

heading for some regional airport

with a long runway,

so that's where we're going!

But there's no one

to fly the plane.

Then we land it ourselves

or die trying!

I prefer that

to rockets up my ass!

You're going to land

a passenger jet?

No.

I said, I'm going to try.

Now, take your seats.

We ain't got much time.

Cole.

Thank you.

Any advice make it quick.

Nose up, gear down.

How hard can it be?

Cole.

You shouldn't have to do this.

I shouldn't even be

on this plane.

I'm the one mistake, remember?

No.

You're not.

You remember that kid

you pulled from

the burning wreck years ago?

Yeah.

That was my son.

I was ejected

from the wreck on impact.

They didn't find me

for nearly an hour.

You walked into that inferno

without a care for yourself.

Then you walked out

with my boy.

You're here

because you're a hero.

And this is exactly

what I expected you to do.

I screwed up...

just about

everything I ever touched

my entire life.

The one thing I do right...

put me here.

It wasn't

supposed to be like this.

Is today the day?

Anyone?

If anyone can hear this,

this is Chariot 2-5.

Can anyone hear me?

Thought maybe

you could use a hand.

Strap yourself in.

You think that's the runway?

Could be.

Are those the F-15's?

Yeah.

And they ain't escorts.

Anything I can do?

See if you can find the

button for the landing gear.

This lever says

"Gear down. "

Pull it.

You know, I don't know

what we should be

more afraid of...

those fighters closing in or...

the fact

that we're flying on fumes.

Your odds are better in a crash

if you're not loaded

with fuel, right?

I guess so.

You know, I read once

that luck is probability

taken personally.

And that means?

I'm just wondering...

What do you think

the probability

is of us surviving this?

Not good, man.

Well then...

Good luck.

You, too.

You know something.

What's that?

I'm not afraid.

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