Flight Of Fury Page #5

F*** you.

Kiss my big fat Arab ass!

Don't try anything. Move.

How long before Pendelton's planes

arrive over the target?

Strike force, this is Edwards,

what is your ETA?

ETA to target

is less than five minutes.

Less than five minutes, sir.

Hey, John.

Long time no see.

You know,

I would be ashamed of you...

...but I don't think

you deserve my shame.

- But I trained you for this, man?

- Sh*t.

I could train you. I got the skills.

Was this about money? Uncle Sam

didn't give you enough money?

Your mama

didn't give you enough money?

Oh, look around you, John.

We got French, Italians, Russians.

We're just a bunch of f***ing

mercenaries out to make a big hit.

Unfortunately,

you ain't gonna get no big hit.

I wish I had the time to whoop your ass

and then shoot you...

...but I got to go.

Make him fly in the plane.

If he makes one false move, shoot him.

When you shoot him, don't ruin your

own plane, so you can get back home.

Open his door, make him lie down.

Captain Hinkle.

- Proceed with your bombing mission.

- Copy that.

Have him dust the bastards down.

Baby, you all right back there?

Time for rodeo, buckle up.

Move your ass.

They're gonna carpet bomb this area

any minute now.

I'll take my chances.

Get in the f***ing plane!

John. John, come in, John.

- This is John. Go ahead, Jannick.

- I'm sorry, buddy...

...but I didn't make it.

- Where is Ratcher?

- He's in the F-16.

Don't worry about him,

I'll take care of him.

You go get him for me.

Roger that, brother.

Lock onto the Stealth plane!

Fire missile!

Locked-on missile sighted.

This is Hinkle,

making final bombing approach.

Base, this is Bad Mojo.

Base, this is Bad Mojo, come in.

Base, this is Bad Mojo.

Yes, John.

We've got the package, sir.

What took you so long?

Had to jump-start my camel, sir.

We've got some hazardous material

on the plane.

It's an NBC bomb,

we're gonna have to be very careful.

Can you fly the plane

safely back to Edwards...

...so we can disarm the bombs?

Yes, sir.

How's Jannick?

Jannick is no longer with us.

Damn.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Roger that, sir.

So who's flying the 16?

- It's Ratcher.

- Son of a b*tch.

Request permission

to deal with that, sir.

I don't give a damn

what you want, John.

But if he shoots you down, it will be

the same as dropping the bombs.

Roger that, sir.

Try to lock onto this.

I'm right behind you, Ratcher.

If the X-77 is shot down over Europe,

the disease will spread like this:

Twelve hours.

Twenty-four hours.

Thirty-six hours.

Forty-eight hours.

Holy sh*t.

That's what we're up against.

This is no naval or air force matter.

This is global.

Whole damn kit and caboodle.

Tricks, John. That's all they are.

I could outfly you in a school bus.

I've still got a few up my sleeve.

You might learn something yet.

Why fly against each other

when we can fly together?

Come on, John,

we're talking millions of dollars here.

What do you care about

those people down there?

From up here, they're nothing.

Sorry, no deal.

I'm the one who's sorry.

We could have shared the money.

I'm not for sale.

Engaging active stealth.

I don't have to see you, John.

I just have to predict

where you'll go.

That ram skin on your wings

is pretty fragile stuff.

One well-placed hit

might bring the whole plane down.

Coming around.

Got a lock.

Oh, sh*t.

Bingo.

Sayonara.

Home base, this is Bad Mojo.

Home base, come in.

Yes, John?

Mission accomplished.

On the way in.

What about the bombs?

Yes, sir. We've got the package, sir.

Copy that.

Okay, guys, great work.

Let's bring him home.

Well done, everybody.

Mission accomplished.

Go, Navy.

Yeah.

Right, back to your posts.

Thanks for putting yourself

out on a limb for me, Budd.

Well, you had it pegged right,

admiral.

About saving the human race

from destruction?

Hell, no.

About my not being able to resist

the chance to kick some ass.

Get me Barnes.

I wonder if this would have anything

to do with a case of whiskey, sir?

What's that to you, lieutenant?

Yes, sir.

Good to see you back

in one piece, John.

Now that I'm not in the military,

I don't have to salute you.

I won't miss your salute, colonel,

but I'll miss you, John.

All right.

Let's go.

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