G.i. Joe: The Rise Of Cobra Page #6

not even the Joes have

the technology to catch them.

So, who's this? Another recruit?

Albeit a rather unwilling one.

I'll prepare him for the procedure.

All teams, listen up,

this is General Hawk.

The mission is a go.

I say again, the mission is a go.

Good luck, Joes.

- The teams have been deployed, sir.

- Get me a satellite uplink.

I wanna see everything

that's going on down there.

You picking up anything?

Negative.

There's nothing on the scanner.

- Nice shooting.

- Thank you.

We're a long way from Miami.

That's a Night Raven.

They actually built one.

Looks fast.

That McCullen got some gadgets.

MARS Industries manufactures

Did you know that, Duke?

There are 2 sides to McCullen's operation,

the Sword and the Shield.

The Sword creates and sells weaponry.

The Shield creates defensive

technology, like high-tech bunkers,

which are supposed

to protect one from anything

from a nuclear blast

to a nanomite warhead.

Unfortunately, the bunker

in which I took shelter

was just a prototype.

Who are you?

Rex?

You son of a b*tch! Ana buried you!

Moving ceremony, I'm sure.

The 3-volley salute.

Boots on the ground.

A folded flag in her arms.

Why? Why didn't you just come in?

Because I discovered something.

...subject number 23.

This will only hurt a little.

What comes next, more so.

Listen, Mindbender,

do whatever it takes.

So will I.

Remember, science requires sacrifice.

- It's beautiful, isn't it?

- Stay where you are!

Are you going to shoot me?

These aren't chemical or nuclear,

are they?

No.

They're something much, much better.

It is beautiful.

Nanomites, it's beyond...

It's light years ahead

of what anyone else is doing in the field.

Proximity alert.

Aerial attack imminent.

All personnel to the bunker.

Come on. Come on! What?

What are you doing?

Don't close that. Don't...

If we live, I'll show you everything.

We survived that blast, somewhat.

And Dr. Mindbender and I escaped

with his research, which I perfected

and which you will

now experience first-hand.

Does Ana know about this? About you?

No, and she never will.

Commence the launch sequence.

Commencing launch sequence.

T- minus 4, 3, 2, 1.

Ignite primary engines.

We have ignition.

They're launching the missiles!

We lost the Beijing missile.

Warhead 3 is down, sir.

- Alert all defenses.

- Yes, sir.

He's here.

- What about the other two?

- We gotta find the kill switches.

They're already way too far out of range.

Somebody has to get up there

and shoot those things down.

Well, I guess that's me.

- Sir.

- What is it?

STRATCOM is tracking 3 warheads

that have just launched off

the polar icecap.

One was downed immediately.

The other 2 are currently entering

the upper atmosphere.

We need to get you

down to the bunker, sir.

Well, they haven't made any demands.

What's their plan?

Now, this is very cool.

- Yeah, but can you fly it?

- I can fly anything.

You just find a way

to guide me to those warheads.

- Right. Ripcord...

- Yeah?

- Good luck.

- Thanks.

- Hey, do me a favor.

- Yeah?

- Save Duke.

- You got it.

Let's go!

The floor is pressure-plated

and laser-protected.

Anything larger than a quarter

that touches that floor gets fried.

You left me for dead, Duke,

and look at me.

Now you'll know what it's like

to be a monster.

- We don't have much time.

- Ana?

Oh, my God.

- Ana!

- Security, to the operating chamber!

- Rex!

- I press this, she dies.

- You did this to your own sister!

- I loved my sister.

Do you have any idea the state

she was in with me dead, you gone?

Have you ever felt truly alone?

I gave her a way to deal with the pain.

I gave her purpose.

You could have stopped all of this

just by letting her know you were alive!

Science requires sacrifice.

All she's done was because of you!

And because of you, Duke.

You abandoned her.

- Let's not forget that point.

- I'm gonna kill you, Rex.

- Is she still alive?

- For now.

I thought we had complete control.

You said this couldn't happen.

I didn't think it could.

I've never seen anyone override

the programming, even momentarily.

She did this for him.

The pain must have been excruciating.

What you'll have to do

is to rewire the laser panel's brain

by carefully...

- Or you can just stab it.

- This is Scarlett. We're in.

Deploy the SHARCs!

Detaching SHARCs 1-3...

Detaching SHARCs

Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta.

- Full speed ahead.

- Detaching SHARCs.

SHARCs Victor, Franklin, Tango

into flanking positions.

All right, boys. Attack formation.

Fan out.

Wait until the Joes break formation.

Stay tight. Here they come.

- Fire up the pulse cannon!

- We're on it, sir.

- I'll do it!

- Put it down!

Your choice, Duke.

Charging pulse cannon.

Everybody stay tight on the enemy craft.

Don't let that cannon catch you

out in the open.

Bogey at 10 o'clock.

I'm hit! I'm hit! I'm hit!

Missile 2, all telemetry

and propulsion systems nominal.

- Ripcord, can you hear me?

- Loud and clear, buddy.

Doing Mach 6 and loving it!

Come on, girl.

Time to show me what you got.

Okay, Rip, I have the coordinates

of the other 2 warheads.

The closest target is Moscow.

You'll have to hit that one first.

Target 2 is Washington.

You'll be safe down in this bunker, sir.

- How soon before it strikes the city?

-17 minutes, sir.

- It's all up to the Joes now.

- Please hurry, Mr. President.

We need to get you buttoned up.

General Hawk, we've lost our engines.

We're completely disabled.

Somebody take out that damn cannon.

There's 200 Joes on that sub.

We're on it, sir. All right, Snake,

the cannon control room

should be right there,

where all the laser conduits converge.

Did you think she loved you?

Did you imagine your life with her?

All I know is,

neither one of you deserve her.

- That's it. She dies!

- Don't do it, Rex!

Come on.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

Get up!

You're coming with me.

Ripcord, the Moscow missile

will impact in 4 minutes.

All right, I got a visual on it.

Dead ahead.

You have to knock it down

before it re-enters the atmosphere.

If those nanomites hit the ground,

it's all over.

They'll destroy the whole city.

Houston, we have a problem.

- The fire controls are not in here.

- What do you mean, not in there?

I mean, I don't see them anywhere.

It must be voice-activated.

Okay. Fire!

Shoot! Blast away! Bust a cap!

- Nothing's happening!

- I bet it's in a different language.

Wait a minute. McCullen is Scottish.

Maybe the plane responds to Celtic.

- Try Teine.

- What?

- Teine. It's Celt, Scottish for fire.

- Okay, got it.

Nice going, ace.

You just saved Moscow.

Just doing my job.

Now guide me to Washington.

Yeah. Yeah, thanks, that's great news.

I'll let him know.

Sir, one of the Joes shot down

the warhead heading for Moscow.

Thank God.

What are you doing? Oh, my God!

It's done.

Hello, Mr. President.

Mr. McCullen sends his regards.

Oh, my God.

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