Death Train Page #3

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Move it, you guys!- Check your loads.

UNACO Leader, target in sight.

Number three, hold position.

Number two, move in!

Wilco.

UNACO 2, system's ready.- Roger.

Fire at will!

On target! I got 'em! It's hit!

Gas in the car! Gas in the car!

Number three engaging. Bull's-eye!

Number three, breaking off.

They are sleeping like babies!

I'm dropping you down.

Two and three, hold back.

I'm moving in.

We're right over it.

We're right over the top.

Number three, pull up!

Oops.

Steady, bring me down,

bring me down.

Bring me down, Kolchinsky.

That's it.

Okay, to the right, to the right.

Keep with it!

Okay, I'm on! I'm on!

Okay.

Number two, move in. Stay close.

Hold tight! Wait!

Wait. Easy!

Two alongside.

Moving in closer.

Open fire!

Sh*t, they are wide awake!

They've got gas masks!

What?

There's a f***ing army in there!

Got one, got one!

Give me backup, come on!

Give me some backup!

Can't take 'em out! I'm hit!

- I got 'em!

- He's hit! He's hit!

Aw, sh*t! Sh*t!

Kolchinsky, are you okay?

Talk to me, all right?-Yeah.

Hold your fire! What's he doing?

Taken hits, rotor vibrating.

Back off! Back off! Watch out!

Watch this.

You bastard!

Mike! Mike, talk to me.

Pull away! Pull away!

Sh*t!

Kolchinsky!

Get your ass down here, now!

Kolchinsky, come on!

Come on! Closer!

Sh*t! Give me the other clip.

Come on! Get down here!

Oh, God!

Come closer! Closer!

You son of a b*tch,

get the f*** off my train!

Closer, Kolchinsky! Get it down here!

Jump! Jump on it!

Eat flames, cocksucker!- Ah! Ah!

Come on, Graham, jump!

Okay.

Stay right there! Stay there!

Okay, hang on!

Let's get out of here!

F***! F***!

F*** it.

Grab on! Grab my hand!

You... yeah! Bastard.- It's okay.

You're okay.

Bad luck, eh?

Yeah, lousy. Real lousy, yeah.

A funeral pyre of twisted metal

is all that remains

of the elite German unit.

Speculation as to the hostages' safety

continues as the train

approaches Zurich,

having crossed the Swiss border

30 minutes ago.

Now we go live to Freight 4402

entering Zurich.

The identity or goals of the hijackers

remains a mystery.

- Hey, look!

- Oh my God.

What we've just witnessed

is an execution by one of the...

No, we're waiting for official word,

but it appears to have been

a cold-blooded retaliation

for the German military's

earlier attempt

to take control of the train.

Two as promised.

This obviously

confirms the hijackers...

But no mention of the bomb.

At least we keep that secret.

I should have known

they'd have gas gear.

They were too well prepared to

ignore...

Aren't you ashamed?

I told you I'd kill two

if you screwed with me again.

Killing hostages will make no

difference.

It's stupid! You're a fool!

What happened to mediating,

Malcolm?

You're not taking sides now, are you?

Dispatch, route me to Bolzano, Italy.

The junction's in two kilometers.

Bolzano.

And Malcolm, try to calm down.

You couldn't have known.

Tell the dead.

I thought I knew him.

Phil... sir... Angola.

You remember Angola?

This guy fought in our unit,

we fought with this guy.

I don't remember his name,

but I'd swear he's a merc.

Maybe.

Have Yolanda narrow her search

to the mercenary database.

Yes, sir.

"Know thy enemy," sir?- Right.

If he is a mercenary, he'll never

blow himself up for ideals...

He's in this for the money.

He'll never detonate that bomb.

Another assumption.

Examine the route

between Zurich and Bolzano.

Maybe the Alps

will give us an opportunity.

Yeah, sir.

Man, reminds me

of blind dates I've had.

Mmm, hold it!

Probability of a match.

Not bad.

Tierney, Alex.

From the dead hijacker

we shot off the train?

Yeah.

There aren't many R4s...

South African.

Fine weapon, but most governments

don't do business with them.

We're checking the serial number

with the manufacturer

to find out who purchased

this little gem.

And then, we follow the money.

Somebody has to be

financing those hijackers.

Mr. Philpott.

Ahh, and there we are.

AlexTierney, mercenary.

Out of Miami, works for anyone.

Look at that... I could

beat that on one cylinder.

Michael! There's always

Sebring or Watkins Glen.

We've gotten the okay from

the Swiss and Italian governments.

Splendid! Now, as discussed,

the train's route takes it

through one alpine tunnel...

10 kilometers long...

We stop Tierney there.

We block both ends with locomotives

onceTierney's inside.

An Italian railcrew's on its way

to rip up track deep in the tunnel.

All right.

Isn't what we're doing more

important than whizzing in a circle?

Sigi, we'll need

direct radio communication

with the Italian railcrew.

Michael, please.

And if the bomb detonates,

then the effect will be

minimized by the tunnel.

I swear this guyTierney

won't set it off.

What if the control is

in someone else's hands?

I mean, it could be.

Then... our mission will be over.

The bomb will be dealt with.

At its present rate,

4402's about an hour

from the Swiss head of the tunnel.

And there you have it.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah?

Collect insurance, kilometer 842.

Got it. 10-4, good buddy.

Sir, headquarters just called.

Tierney's cellular received

a nine-second call...

Not enough time to trace its origin.

Outside support. Thank you.

Sigi, what's the status

with the Italian railcrew?

Attention, Italian crew...

Sir, 4402's slowing.

What?

Yes, the hijackers are slowing.

Hustle! Hustle! Hustle!

Come on!

Okay, all right. Okay.

Where are they?

Just an alpine grade.

It's yard 842, a supply yard.

Damn!

Go! Let's go!

I got it.

Great, where's the Italian military?

Maybe they're already inside.

No, they're Italian... they're late.

To hell with it, let's go. Come on.

Philpott, we don't see our

Italian backup, we're moving in.

Sigi, the blip behind Tierney

is our rear blockade?

Yes, sir.

They won't be leaving

the way they came.

And why isn't our Italian locomotive

moving to blockade the other end?

Italian dispatch, what's

the status of your locomotive?

Italian locomotive,

clear to Tirano tunnel, over.

Anything approaching?

Only my lunch.

Alex!

It's our mediator.

Yes.

Tierney, we've torn up track

in front of you... stop the train.

That's Mr. Tierney, if you please.

There's no way out.

We'll see about that.

Hey, did you get it done?

Ho! Ho!

Two half-lengths!

Bring the spanners!

They replaced the rail. What

the hell were those Italians doing?

Let's go.

Flare grenades first.

Come on, come on!

- Are we repaired?!

- Not yet!

Rodenko, what the hell

are you doing, guy?

We got to go!

Hit it, we got to go! We got to go!

Okay.- Hit it, we're clear.

F***! F***. Sh*t!

- Major!

- I'm okay... flak-jacket.

Sh*t, I only speak English.

F***! Gun's jammed.

Nick!

Nick!

Nick, stay down, we'll get to you!

You're covered!

Okay, let's go, let's go.

Move it! Move it!

At least the bomb didn't go off.

Let's not let failure go to our heads.

Yes, Philpott.

Sir, we've got an ID from

the South African manufacturer

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