Flight Of Fury Page #4

Playgrounds, schoolyards,

all those people.

Imagine how quickly

that would spread.

At first, you would probably think

it was just food poisoning.

Within 12 hours, they'll all be dead.

Think how much damage

one bomb could do.

And I've got two.

One for Europe.

And one

for the United States of America.

And your plane to deliver them

undetected.

Well, who's gonna fly for you, huh?

Hey, Rick.

How's my old buddy, John?

- I can't believe you're doing this.

- Hey.

The price was right.

We fly at dawn, fuel the planes.

So, what's the bad news?

The SEAL team's been taken out

and they got Jannick.

Holy sh*t.

Home base is gonna ask me

to abort the op and call me back.

So, what do we do?

Over here. These are the aerial

photographs of the airstrip, okay?

In this hangar over here

is where they're hiding the b*tch.

I think I could steal her. I really do.

What's security like there?

Well, there's 60 multinational

mercenaries, heavily armed.

Okay, well,

I see you got my tools here.

If we get into the hangar

we won't be able to use any guns.

Perimeter looks like about 250 feet out

right here with these outbuildings.

This is definitely

the point of least resistance.

Definitely.

If we get inside this hangar

where she is, we can't use any guns.

Only knives.

We all know how to use knives.

Take everybody out there.

Jump in the b*tch and fly her out, man.

It's possible. If we can't do that,

we blow her up and get out.

- Rojar, you'll lead us in.

- Okay, I'll pick you up at dawn.

But once we get within one mile

of the perimeter...

...we have to be on high alert. That is

where there may be some checkpoints.

So, what do we do

when we do get to a checkpoint?

We cut off their testicles.

Or we teach them

how to sing soprano.

- Admiral.

- Commander.

We just had confirmation

from our eye in the sky.

The SEAL team they sent down

didn't make it.

One hundred percent casualties.

Oh, God.

It's time we let some hellfire

loose on these bastards.

No, no, no, not yet,

we still have people on the ground.

They've been out of radio contact

for 22 hours.

- They've probably bought it too.

- We don't know that.

We can't jeopardize them...

...and the chance

to get this damn plane back.

What, two guys

against a whole army?

- The odds are stacked against them.

- Maybe so, but I still have my orders.

We gotta give it our last shot.

I don't mean to second-guess you,

admiral...

...but we know

where that plane is right now.

I say we cut our losses

and take it out.

Once it's on the move again, we've got

no way of tracking it. Game over.

No, no, we wait.

Over there.

- Loaded and ready for delivery.

- When can you be up in the air?

Couple hours. Program

the coordinates into the computer...

...and set up the GPS

with the waypoints.

Good. Do it.

Boss.

You're going to have to pull over soon.

We're going to be there very shortly.

Stop. Get out of the car.

Your papers, please.

I know, you want my papers, right?

F***.

Go, boss. Go, go. Move.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

We're getting very close now.

You're going to have to pull over.

We're going to have to finish this

on foot.

I don't know what's up,

but if this goes wrong...

...both of our asses are on the line.

You wanna level with me?

Fair enough.

An Air Force plane

has gone missing.

- Stolen by one of their own jet jocks.

- So let the Air Force get it back.

This isn't just any ordinary plane,

Budd.

It's the next-generation Stealth.

Now, that technology...

...falls into the wrong hands we have...

- Looks like it already did.

I've never known you to back out

of a good fight, Budd.

Let's throw

the damn rulebook away.

Oh, what the hell.

You've got four planes up

on the flight deck. Fueled, armed...

...ready to go.

Outstanding, commander.

Less than two hours

left on the clock, sir.

Is the Crateon Davies in position

and the strike team ready?

Admiral Pendelton is giving

the wing commander his final briefing.

Okay.

- Captain Hinkle reporting, sir.

- Squadron ready, admiral.

Locked and loaded.

What's the mission?

- Lieutenant.

- Sir.

Oh, sh*t.

You're to hit that with every piece

of ordinance you have.

- Burn it all.

- Take out the hangar...

...the landing strip,

the goddamn outhouse.

There better not be a rat left crawling

when you've finished.

- Aye, sir.

- Dismissed.

All clear.

Everything all right here?

What if John and Jannick are still in

the area when the strike team arrives?

If they get my plane back,

I'll call off the strike.

And what if they don't?

Sir.

Americans

are entering our airspace.

For now, the system is disabled.

The X-77 must be in that hangar

over there.

Sh*t.

- There is an F-16 there too.

- We can't fly them both out of here.

No, we don't care

about the other plane.

Jannick's in that hangar

right up in there.

- You need him to fly the other plane?

- I don't care about the other plane.

- I just can't leave him behind.

- So in other words, he's your friend?

Yeah, but he's an a**hole.

Three diversions, simultaneous,

three diversions.

You got it, boss.

Let's party.

Babe, let me come with you.

- Like I told you, west side.

- Okay.

Right. We've got company.

- You two stay here.

- Yes, sir.

Sir.

There's been a security breach...

...on the south side

of the perimeter fence.

Someone's cut a bloody hole in it.

- Get on to it.

- I'm on it.

Perimeter's semi-clear.

Jannick's in that building right there.

I'm gonna get him, get in that plane

and get out of here, are you ready?

Yeah, I got your back.

Don't move.

Come here.

Don't move, motherf***er,

don't move.

You didn't have to come back, John.

- You should have just taken the plane.

- Not my style to leave people behind.

Grab the 47 and watch the door.

Listen, I need cover fire,

can you fly?

- Sh*t, yeah.

- You can fly.

I need some cover fire,

and then you get up and help.

John, Ratcher's one of them.

Yeah, I know.

All right, you go find Ratcher.

Her and I will get the plane...

...meet you in the hangar.

Sh*t.

Jessica.

What the f*** was that?

Eliana.

Eliana?

You better get on that plane.

Not without my money.

Fine. Let's settle this.

Make sure there's no gunfire

around the plane.

Is that all of it?

- For now, yes, it is.

- You sure?

I've initiated the wire transfer.

Fly the goddamn...

Plane.

Come on.

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

F***, f***, f***.

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

Oh, Jesus.

- You guys just don't quit, do you?

- What the hell are you doing here?

I'm getting rich. You know

how much I'm getting paid for this?

Two hundred million dollars,

free and clear.

- But this is treason.

- Treason? Open your eyes.

You've been brainwashed

by those flag wavers at the Air Force.

Making money is the American way.

Bullshit.

- It's all bullshit.

- But that's not how it works...

...you know that.

Drop it.

A lot of people looked up to you,

Ratcher, including me.

Who asked you? I didn't.

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