Flight of Black Angel Page #3

WE'LL TALK ABOUT IT.

FOR GOD'S SAKE, EDDIE,

WE'RE NOT THE ENEMY!

WE'RE ALL THE ENEMY.

JESUS, COLONEL,

HE'S GOT TONE!

BAIL, COUGAR, BAIL!

JESUS, GOD!

LORD,

HE GOT ANOTHER ONE.

HE'S IN RANGE

OF THE S.A.M.s NOW, SIR.

SO IS RYAN.

GORDON, 3 MEN ARE DEAD.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?

WHY?!

I HAVE TO, SIR.

THIS IS WHAT IT'S ALL FOR.

THIS...

IS WHY WE'RE HERE.

I'M ON HIS TAIL.

I'M GONNA RUN HIM

INTO THE S.A.M.s

HA HA HA HA.

VERY GOOD, COLONEL.

YOU GOT ME.

I'M DEAD.

OK, I'M OVER

THE RANGE.

FIRE THE S.A.M.s.

"THE FOURTH ANGEL POURED OU HIS VIAL UPON THE SUN;

AND POWER WAS GIVEN UNTO HIM

TO SCORCH MEN WITH FIRE."

WHAT?

THE ANGEL, SIR.

I'M HIM.

I'M THE ONE.

SON OF A B*TCH.

HE'S GOT HIM

IN S.A.M. RANGE

AGAIN, SIR.

ALL RIGHT.

TELL 'EM TO FIRE.

MATT,

HERE THEY COME.

RED FLAG NUMBER 3

AND NUMBER 5,

YOU HAVE CONSEN TO FIRE.

BILL, HE'S TAKING OU THE S.A.M.s.

CHRIST, HE'S BEHIND ME!

I'M HIT! I'M HIT!

BILL,

HE'S COMIN' AT YOU!

HE'S FULLY LOADED!

I'M GOIN' DOWN!

I GOTTA BAIL OUT!

GOOD LUCK, MATT.

RECORD A FIX ON HIS

LAST POSITION.

CALL UP A:

SEARCH-AND-RESCUE TEAM.

RYAN'S BAILING.

GORDON, CAN YOU HEAR ME?

YOU CRAZY SON OF A B*TCH!

YOU HEAR ME?!

YOU'RE GONNA DIE!

SOMEHOW,

I SWEAR I'M GONNA KILL YOU!

CONDITION RED.

CONDITION RED.

WE'RE EXPECTING

ATTACK AT ANY MOMENT.

WHAT ABOUT THOSE PLANES?

THEY'LL BE UP

IN 2 MINUTES, SIR.

NOT SOON ENOUGH.

[SIRENS]

CHRIST.

HE'S DROPPING HIS LOAD.

SCRAMBLE, BLUE ONE.

SCRAMBLE, BLUE ONE.

YOU'RE CLEARED FOR IMMEDIATE

TAKEOFF.

NEGATIVE, SIR.

HE JUST TOOK OU THE RUNWAY.

[PANTING]

COME ON,

WHERE ARE YOU,

YOU SON OF A B*TCH?

HE'S STILL JAMMING US, SIR.

I CAN'T GET A DECENT FIX.

HE MAY BE GETTING AWAY.

DAMN IT!

CAPTAIN GORDON,

THIS IS BEDFORD CONTROL.

YOU ARE ORDERED TO LAND

YOUR PLANE IMMEDIATELY.

CAPTAIN GORDON, DO YOU COPY?

OHH.

Woman:
HI.

Man, yawning:
HI.

OH, HOW LONG

HAVE I BEEN ASLEEP?

OH, ABOUT AN HOUR.

WHEW.

[SIGHS]

OH, MY GOD,

RICHARD, LOOK.

[BABY CRIES]

WHERE'D IT GO?

I DON'T KNOW.

IT LOOKED LIKE:

IT WAS TRYING TO LAND.

LET'S CHECK IT OUT.

VALERIE,

WHAT ARE WE DOING?

YEAH, I GUESS

YOU'RE RIGHT.

IT IS WEIRD, THOUGH,

ISN'T IT?

MAYBE WE SHOULD:

CALL THE COPS.

[BABY COOS]

UH, BREAKER 1-9,

BREAKER 1-9,

DOES ANYBODY:

OUT THERE HEAR ME?

BREAKER 1-9,

PLEASE COME IN.

Woman on C.B.:
THIS IS

GARRISON COUNTY:

SHERIFF'S OFFICE.

UH, YES, UH

THIS IS VALERIE DWYER.

WE SAW SOMETHING

ON THE ROADWAY--OHH!

DON'T DO ANYTHING.

[BABY COOING]

[CRYING]

FREEZE! DROP IT!

HANDS IN THE AIR!

DROP THE GEAR,

PUT YOUR HANDS:

IN THE AIR NOW!

DO IT!

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU

DOING, SOLIDER?

I'M LIEUTENANT COLONEL

MATTHEW RYAN.

SORRY, SIR.

THINGS ARE PRETTY

RAGGED AROUND HERE.

WE THOUGHT YOU MIGH BE THE OTHER ONE.

JEEZ, SIR, I THINK

WE OUGHT TO GET YOU

TO A HOSPITAL.

NO. TAKE ME

TO THE BASE.

SIR, I REALLY

THINK WE OUGHT TO--

THAT'S AN ORDER.

[ENGINE REVS]

[BABY CRIES]

YOU HAVE ANY TOOLS

IN THE VAN?

GET 'EM.

[CRYING]

HE'S HUNGRY.

I--I HAVE TO FEED HIM.

GO AHEAD.

HEY, IT'S OK.

SHH! DON'T WORRY. SHH.

I'D LIKE TO TAKE HIM

IN THE VAN.

NO.

OK. SHH.

SHH.

[HUMS]

PUT 'EM DOWN.

GOOD. THE KEYS.

GO, GO, GO, GO!

SIT DOWN.

OH, PLEASE, YOU DON' HAVE TO DO THAT.

WE'RE NOT GONNA

DO ANYTHING.

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

JUST TELL US:

WHAT YOU WANT.

I HAVE WORK TO DO.

BASED ON HIS:

SCHEDULED FUEL LOAD,

HE COULD BE:

ANYWHERE FROM:

THE MEXICAN BORDER

TO OREGON, OR AS FAR

EAST AS COLORADO.

WHAT ABOUT SALT LAKE

CENTER'S RADAR OR L.A.'s?

NO, HE WAS

FLYING TOO LOW:

AND HE WAS JAMMING

OUR G.C.I. SITES.

THEY NEVER GO A FIX ON HIM.

HOW ABOUT FIRST STRA WING AT BEAL?

THEY RELEASED:

2 U-2s AND A TR-1,

SO WE'LL HAVE

PHOTO AND INFRARED

IMAGERY.

THE PROBLEM IS,

THEY'RE ASKING

TOO MANY QUESTIONS.

TAC WANTS TO KEEP

THIS IN THE FAMILY.

OH, CHRIST.

SCREW THE POLITICS, BILL.

THIS IS SERIOUS.

I KNOW.

THAT'S EXACTLY WHY

TAC WANTS TO KEEP

A LID ON THIS:

INFORMATION.

THE LAST THING:

WE NEED RIGHT NOW

IS A MEDIA LEAK.

NOW LANGLEY RELEASED

AWACS TO US,

SO IF THAT BASTARD

TAKES OFF AGAIN,

WE'LL CATCH HIM ON

THE AIRBORNE RADAR.

AS FAR AS LANDING,

WE KNOW HE COULD'VE

USED ANY LONG:

STRETCH OF HIGHWAY,

A SALT FLAT,

OR DRY LAKE BED.

AT DAWN, WE'RE

GONNA CONCENTRATE

OUR SEARCH:

IN THE DESERTS.

WE'RE GONNA MOVE

DOWN TO:

THE AGRICULTURE:

AREAS AND SO ON.

A 40-FOOT COMBAT JE IS NOT THAT EASY

TO HIDE.

GORDON'S SMART. HE'S NO GONNA LEAVE HIS ASS EXPOSED.

WHAT KIND:

OF AN ANIMAL:

SLAUGHTERS HIS OWN

FAMILY LIKE THAT?

I DON'T KNOW, BILL.

I DON'T KNOW

WHAT TO TELL YOU.

THE BASTARD:

HAD ME FOOLED.

MATT.

THIS IS HARVEY GLATMAN

WITH JANAC.

HE JUST CAME IN:

FROM LIVERMORE.

NOW FOR THE BAD NEWS.

WE THINK YOUR MAN'S

STOLEN A NUKE.

OHH.

CAME UP:

ON THE COMPUTER.

HE MUST'VE SWAPPED

SERIAL NUMBERS:

WITH ONE:

OF YOUR TRAINING UNITS.

CLEVER. FORTUNATELY,

IT'S A COMPARATIVELY

SMALL ONE...

50 KILOTONS OR SO.

THERE REALLY ISN' ANYTHING TO WORRY ABOUT.

HOW'S THAT?

IT CAN'T GO OFF.

LOOK.

THERE'S A CONVENTIONAL

EXPLOSIVE UP FRONT,

RADIOACTIVE FISSIONABLE

MATERIAL TOWARD THE OUTSIDE

AND THE PLUTONIUM CORE.

NOW ON A DEVICE:

OF THIS TYPE,

THERE ARE 8 FAIL-SAFE

ARMING MECHANISMS.

THEY'RE DESIGNED

TO PREVENT UNAUTHORIZED

DETONATION.

THE ONLY WAY:

TO TRIGGER THE WEAPON

IS TO ENTER:

THE PROPER ARMING CODES,

AND I CAN ASSURE YOU,

YOUR MAN DOES NO HAVE ACCESS TO

THE ARMING CODES.

WHAT IF HE:

DISMANTLES THE BOMB?

COULDN' HE RECONFIGURE

THE DETONATOR:

AND DEFEA THE FAIL-SAFES?

MAYBE.

BUT THEN THE EXPLOSION

WOULD BE REDUCED

TO A FISSION BLAST,

AN A-BOMB.

LIKE HIROSHIMA.

UH, ABOUT THAT SIZE.

BUT HE'D ALSO

DESTROY THE FUSE.

THE CONVENTIONAL BLAS CAN'T BE TRIGGERED

ONCE THE FAIL-SAFES

HAVE BEEN TAMPERED WITH.

IT'S A MOOT POINT.

OPENING THE BOMB

IS SUICIDE.

IF HE BREACHES:

THE CONTAINMENT VESSEL,

HE'LL BE EXPOSED

TO MASSIVE DOSES

OF PLUTONIUM GAS.

RADIATION SICKNESS.

HOW LONG WOULD IT TAKE

TO KILL HIM?

DEPENDS UPON DURATION

AND PROXIMITY.

HE'D SUFFER

INTERNAL HEMORRHAGING,

MASSIVE TISSUE DAMAGE.

MY GUESS,

36 TO 48 HOURS.

WELL, THAT'S

PLENTY OF TIME.

BESIDES,

GORDON ISN' AFRAID OF DYING.

WELL, HE'S JUS A PILOT, RIGHT?

HOW LIKELY IS HE

TO HAVE THIS KIND OF

TECHNICAL EXPERTISE?

VERY GODDAMN LIKELY.

YOU'RE

UNDERESTIMATING HIM.

DON'T YOU

UNDERSTAND?

THE SON OF A B*TCH

IS ON A MISSION.

WHAT? BLACKMAIL?

NO, IT'S NOTHING

SANE LIKE THAT.

THIS ISN'T RATIONAL.

HE'S NOT GONNA

GIVE US A LIS OF DEMANDS.

IN THE AIR...

I HEARD HIM PRAYING.

STUFF:

FROM THE BIBLE.

I THINK HE'S DECIDED

HE'S SOME KIND OF

AVENGING ANGEL.

GOD HELP US.

[GAS ESCAPES]

UNH.

NO. NO.

IT'S OK.

NO, IT'S NOT.

UH, PLEASE...SIR.

THE WIRES,

THEY'RE CUTTING HIM.

CUT HIM LOOSE.

YOU CAN GO TO THE VAN

IF YOU WANT.

YOU CAN SLEEP THERE.

LEAVE THE BABY.

OH, NO. PLEASE.

I--I CAN'T.

SUIT YOURSELF.

[GAS ESCAPES]

[ELECTRONIC HUMMING]

BEDFORD CONTROL,

THIS IS ASPEN-1

NO SIGN OF TARGET ANGEL.

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