Flight Of Fury Page #3

We're on the ground.

We got orders

and we're gonna follow them.

We're working on a tight

decision cycle here, John.

If you can't get that plane out

in 24 hours, we're gonna go in...

...and dust down the entire area.

- I know, I got 24 hours...

...and 47 minutes

before you send in the strike team.

I understand that, and believe me,

we'll have to pop your friend.

- Okay, guys, good luck.

- We're moving.

Sir, do you want to explore

more options?

If we wait longer than 24 hours,

they're liable to mount a first strike.

Look, the X-77

throws the ball in their court.

Rojar, did anyone see you?

- Me? I was careful not to be followed.

- You shouldn't have done that.

- We're being watched.

- I had to come.

- I have some very bad news.

- What?

- The American soldiers...

- Yeah, the Navy SEAL?

Dead.

- Sh*t.

- Every single one of them.

Ambushed in the night

by Eliana's soldiers.

Well, what about John and Jannick?

I don't know. No news.

If they are safe, nobody's with them...

...they are all alone.

- No, they have us.

You want me to go

to the rendezvous point?

No, it's too dangerous.

Look, John knows

where to find me, okay?

According to the agency...

...this region over here is run

by the Black Sunday terrorist group.

With a weapon like this

in their hands...

Okay, I want everything

the agency's got on these bastards.

Yes, sir.

Pull up here, check the map...

...and stash the vehicle.

Okay, sir. Overhead shots.

That's the landing strip

and a small village.

And we're here.

All right, why don't you hide this jeep

and I'm gonna see if I can find...

...any sign of the SEAL team.

- Yes, sir.

Our scouts reported movement

somewhere around here.

You three stay here.

Anything?

Not a f***ing thing.

All right, we're gonna head over

to my asset.

If we get split up...

...let's meet at the hangar.

Fan out. The plane landed nearby.

Look for a vehicle.

There's a vehicle hidden here.

I found a jeep. Looks abandoned.

I want you to block him off.

Take this, and get up and go.

Gotcha.

- Go and check on the others.

- Okay.

What do we have here?

Looks like a pilot.

Captain Richard Jannick,

United States Air Force.

Why don't you just tell me

where your plane is?

Why don't you kiss my ass?

I'll kill you.

What are you waiting for?

Move!

Go on!

- Sir, for you.

- Eliana.

We found a pilot, an American.

Another man escaped.

Bring me the pilot.

Don't say a f***ing word.

- No response from radio calls?

- None at all, sir.

Get me Barnes at Edwards.

Go ahead, sir.

This is Admiral Pendelton,

U.S. Navy.

I'll inform General Barnes.

Sir, we've lost radio contact

with them.

Well, do something else.

Try something, try Morse code.

Send up smoke signals.

I don't care, do something.

Good afternoon.

So glad you could make it.

My name is Stone. And you are?

Screw you.

Your identification tags say

you are Richard Jannick.

A captain

in the United States Air Force.

Yeah, you got my name,

my rank, my ID number.

There's nothing else I can tell you.

Are there any more

surprise guests coming?

Yeah.

The Air Force.

Delivering a half-ton of ordinance

on this hellhole.

Have you seen

what the new smart bombs can do?

Yes, I have. Quite impressive.

In fact, I'd like to use

this plane of yours...

...to help deliver

a couple of smart bombs of our own.

But first...

...I have one more question

to ask you...

...about this other pilot.

Who is he?

Tell me

when you're ready to answer.

Or maybe we should do this

in a more civilized manner.

- What do you think, sir?

- He's not gonna give him up.

Probably right.

- I'll put base on high alert.

- Go ahead.

You wanted to see me, admiral?

Budd, I want you to ready

a squadron, long-range op.

- Another training exercise?

- I'm afraid not.

This might be the real thing.

Who you got?

Well, I can have Hinkle and his team

on standby.

Where are they flying, sir?

That's restricted airspace.

- What's it all about?

- Need-to-know basis, commander.

I can't tell you this time, Budd.

- You'll get your orders in due course.

- With all due respect, admiral...

...you can drive this flattop

any way you please...

...but once those aircraft leave

the deck, they're my responsibility.

I'm not gonna put my pilots

in harm's way without written orders.

You'll have your written orders,

commander.

All right, gentlemen,

let's break it up.

Still fine as hell, ain't you now?

Jesus, John.

I was expecting you a little later.

- God, I missed you.

- I missed you too.

Let me sit down.

Right about now, I'd love

to be doing something fun with you...

...but sh*t's a little bit sideways

around here. What do you know?

John, I have some bad news.

Over there.

Sir.

We've got a problem.

One of my men

has been taken down.

I'm gonna need some help

searching the village.

It's gotta be him.

I'll take care of it.

What the f***?

- Police.

- Wait a minute, let me dress.

- Open the door.

- Wait.

I said, open the door now.

What do you want?

I'm looking for an American.

Captured one already.

- He killed a member of my patrol.

- I find that hard to believe.

We suspect...

...he's an American spy.

He's not here.

You've had men here before,

haven't you?

Tell me

what you're really looking for.

Go on, get out.

Is this what you want?

I'll remember that.

I bet you will.

- Keep an eye on her.

- That was quick.

F*** you.

Eleven hours and 52 minutes left.

- They should be back by now.

- Sir...

...are we really going to destroy

a $ 75-million war plane if John fails?

We have no choice.

General Barnes for you, sir.

Secure the line,

don't patch this through.

- Yes, Tom.

- Frank, have you been able...

...to reestablish radio contact

with my guys yet?

Nothing. It's been 12 hours.

I can have a squadron from the carrier

do a fly-over.

No. If we have to send in

search and rescue...

...we'll have to tell them

about the plane. I can't risk that.

I understand.

And I'm not spooking the terrorists

into moving the plane either.

If my guys can't get it,

we're gonna have to destroy it...

...and everything in the region.

Taking out the garbage, huh?

Still no radio contact?

None, sir.

Peter Stone.

British father, Muslim mother, spent

his childhood in the Middle East...

...but educated at Oxford.

Mother was killed in a U.S. Attack

during Desert Storm...

...and as a result,

he started financing terrorist groups...

...and later formed

the Black Sunday group.

Which brings us to Eliana Reed.

Second in command

of Black Sunday.

She trains with various

guerilla groups in the region...

...giving Stone

the foundation he needs.

Three years ago, Stone negotiated

his way into a major arms deal...

...which was brokered by Ms. Reed.

You're wasting your time.

I ain't talking.

See, the funny thing

about biological warfare...

...is you don't really know

what's hit you until it's too late.

Can you imagine?

Football pitches.

Rock concerts.

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