Death Train Page #2

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You old fart. Your girlfriend?

No.

Your teammate.

No.

Sir...

hey've completed the radio

patch to the hijackers.

Splendid.

Hello?

Hello, is someone there?

If you can hear me,

I would like you to look

upon me as your mediator.

My goal is to help resolve

your problems.

How Christian.

If you... care to look at it that way.

By the way, my name is

Malcolm Philpott, what's yours?

Uh... Elvis Presley.

Look, when I get to Stuttgart,

we'll talk then, all right, Malcolm?

Look, just because

plutonium's been taken

and a phantom message

says there's a bomb,

doesn't mean that there is.

The message mentioned Leitzig

and the stolen reactor waste.

Why bother to build it?

Why not buy one off the Ukrainians

or the Chinese?

Perhaps it is an end run...

The least likely source.

We have to assume it's for real.

Is that so? Then why doesn't he

just fly it there?

It's a lot faster.

Maybe... maybe...

Maybe he's afraid of flying.

Right.

Phil, can I have a word

with you for a minute?

Now, look, I'm not

questioning your judgment,

but she's kind of iffy.

You are questioning my judgment.

Okay, it's just that

we're going into a situation,

I like to know

I can count on people.

Meaning?

She's too good looking to be

anything more than window dressing.

Michael, Ms. Carver

speaks four languages,

she runs a mile faster than you ever

did.

She's the best marksman

I've ever known.

Mm-hmm, on a range.

What about combat?

That's why you're here.

If you don't think there's a bomb,

why not get the train's radiation

signature from a military satellite?

Good idea, Sabrina.

Satellite report...

Elevated radiation levels in the first car

confirm the presence of fissionable

material on the train.

There.- Mm-hmm.

At least it's not

a wild goose chase, huh?

Is he slowing?

No.

Now what?

You are the UN observers?

Malcolm Philpott, UNACO.

U.N. Anti-Crime unit.

You can observe from over there.

Excuse me, what is your name?

Captain Wolfe.

Captain Wolfe, I understand your

reluctance to relinquish command,

but if you confer with your superiors,

you'll find that I have been

authorized to lead this response.

Since when do you people tell

a German anything on his own soil?

Since 2:
00 a.m.

Are you running the board?

Yes, sir.

Route him on line 42,

through the country.

These are German hostages.

It is our problem.

Ms. Carver, patch

me through to New York.

There is a crucial bit

of information that you don't know.

What information?

Hold those people.

What information?

The hijackers may have

an atomic bomb on the train.

May I speak to Hauptmann Wolfe?

Herr Major.-Yeah.

Hauptmann Wolfe.

Er ist ein Englander.

Philpott.

Ja, Herr Major. Ja, ja.

Thank you.

Major Rodenko, Lieutenant

Kolchinsky, I'm Malcolm Philpott.

Welcome.

Sir, we're uplinked.

Major Gennadi Rodenko.

Sabrina Carver.

There will be no calls

without my authorization.

I was just calling

my wife to let her know.

Yes. Look, let me

make this very clear.

No one will know about this bomb.

You will talk to no one,

you will not leave this room

unless I approve it.

We're in a state of martial law here,

and I'm the marshal.

Welcome to the West.

And we're his deputies.

Idiot!

German drivers... damn.

Dr. Whitlock?-Yes?

Hi, I'm Dr. Petersen, Chief of Surgery.

Good to meet you. Well?

Carl Leitzig is highly irradiated.

He has extensive DNA breakdown.

He received over 2000 rems.

How long's he got?

Perhaps 48 hours.

Ah, hell.

Rosie, you got to look

past your bank account.

I never trust banks, Alex.

This isn't about money,

it's about patriotism.

See, I'm an American.

I love my country.

America's lost right now.

See, we define ourselves

by who we hate, right?

And no matter what you say,

the USSR was a very worthy opponent.

'Cause of this new world order

thing, can't use that.

No, once you know who you hate,

everything works.

Yeah?

You handled your first obstacle well.

Yeah, right... you got

to let 'em know who's boss.

Now we adjust our procedure.

I will initiate

all telephone contact with you.

I will keep you informed.

Yeah, right.

I'm C.W. Whitlock, physicist.

I've never made an atomic bomb,

but I've wondered if I could.

It's demanding, isn't it?

Where's the train?

Past Stuttgart. Where's it going?

I'll just hang out here for a while, okay?

Of course the German government

are happy to let them chug on

until they reach Switzerland,

but the Swiss

are demanding action

before they reach the border.

A wise idea, sir.

Excuse me. The hijackers just

received a phone call from Munich.

We didn't expect it...

Missed getting anything.

Damn it. I hope

you're tuned in now.

Yes.-Good.

So... Ms. Carver, stay with us.

It is to be gas somatol.

Subdues motor reflexes

for about two hours.

I would recommend it.

Phil, sleeping gas and the public

don't mix too well together.

Sigi, any unpopulated areas

before Zurich?

Only one... the train

will be there in 40 minutes.

Good. Excellent.

The German military

have agreed to back us.

You'll fly Michael and the major.

Yes, sir.

Are you familiar with the M203?-

Very.

We'll use that grenade launcher to

crack some gas into the locomotive.

Wait a second... she's going

to shoot gas canisters

into a train going 70 miles an hour?

Yes, she is.

We've got a situation here

that could make Chernobyl look like

a pop gun, and she's point man?

Point person.- Hey! Now, enough.

She has backup, sir?

Yes, you... helicopter launch rockets.

- Yay!

- All right, Phil.

Michael?- Mm-hmm?

You can't call me Phil in this group.

What do you want me to call you?

"Sir" would be appropriate.

All right.

Let's do it.

Don't let the boys' club bother you.

What if I miss?-You can't.

C.W.- Malcolm.

You've been boxing

with the brothers again?

I told you about that. You all right?

I'm fine. How's Leitzig?

He's dying, but he's got some time

before he slips into the grave.

And he's not a big talker, I'm afraid.

Is there anything we can do?

Sure, run another check

on all of his acquaintances.

You know, his friends, his lovers...

I need some leverage.

Will do.

If we can determine

the amount of plute he stole,

it'll give us an idea of the size of

the gadget that we're dealing with.

What I can't figure out

is who would send

the message about the bomb,

unless it was

one of Leitzig's friends.

Perhaps it was an enemy.

Does Sabrina Carver

have Philpott by...?

Her dad's some

state department honcho,

and a friend of Philpott's.

I suffered under party

member's children before.

Same everywhere, eh?- Ah!

Well, at least

she's not in command.

Get down!

Okay, one shot, Sabrina.

One shot.

Ah, my gas mask!

How's our fuel?

At this rate, we can make

Istanbul, maybe more.

Damn it!

Gas! Gas!

Gas! Gas! Gas!

Gas!

Yes! Perfect hit!

It's all yours!

All right, let's go!

UNACO 2 and 3, UNACO Leader.

Formate on me. Hold back 50 meters.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay. I'm okay.

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