Rampage Page #5

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- It's not a good look.

- It wasn't a goddamn request!

- Let's go!

- Hey!

This is exactly what I

didn't want to happen.

That's a big arm.

Don't fight it.

Don't fight it.

There you go. Sleepy time.

That's the plan you

were working on?

Well, I didn't kill them.

So what are we looking for?

We're looking

for a helicopter,

but preferably one that's not

surrounded by military personnel.

They probably have a grounded

medevac chopper at the hospital.

And that's why you always

bring a doctor.

Good job, Doc.

Well, well, well, looky here.

Stealing the hospital

whirlybird.

Color me impressed.

That is creative.

Come on. You already saw

what George did to our plane.

You know everyone's

underestimating these animals.

But you two have the magic

bullet?

We think we know

where to find it.

Listen,

Claire Wyden is way too smart to

create a weapon she can't control.

They must have an antidote at

Energyne that can halt the mutations.

If we get our hands on it,

it could be our only shot

to stop George and the wolf

before they level Chicago.

You know, this ain't

no truck stop, amigo.

They don't just leave keys

under the visor.

Wait, you're helping us?

You saved my life. I reckon

it's the least I can do.

We're on the same page

when it comes to the Wydens.

They think they're

above the law.

And I wanna remind them

that they ain't.

So yes, we are helping

each other.

Do what you do.

I'll be in touch.

Wow.

That went way better

than I thought it would.

Yeah, it did. I was hoping I could

knock him out, too, though.

You know there are other ways

of dealing with people, right?

I do know that, yeah, but

that's no fun.

I assume you know how to

fly this thing.

Absolutely.

It's coming back to me.

It's all coming back,

right now.

Yeah.

It's coming back.

It's coming back.

Sir, we are 15 minutes from

sunrise. Call for fire to follow, over.

We have the targets.

Serpents are in position. It's playtime.

Get the FLIR footage onscreen.

FLIR is up.

This is Three-Six.

Targets in the open, over.

Clear to fire.

Shot out.

Good hit. Stand by for BDA.

Confirm EKIA.

Six-Alpha-Lobo X-ray.

Confirm EKIA. Over.

Roger, Lobo. Stand by.

Two-six, stay on overwatch.

Echo-Zero-two,

moving to phase line gold.

Jesus!

Come on, come on.

Six-Alpha-Lobo X-ray.

Sitrep, over.

Negative EKIA.

They must have moved, sir.

I say again, we no longer...

Jesus Christ!

They're on our east and west flanks!

Everybody move!

Nothing's working!

Bushmaster-Six-Alpha, this is Lobo X-ray.

Need a sitrep, over.

Captain Evans?

Kaplan, inform the National Guard we're

moving forward with the contingency plan.

Yes, sir.

I want ground artillery rolling

into downtown Chicago, ASAP!

This time, we throw everything

we can at these things,

and get people the hell out

of that city!

I want blockades at every

quarter mile south of the Loop!

We evacuate

civilians to the north!

It's me. They are

evacuating Chicago.

George and the wolf went

right through Blake's men.

Okoye, they are out in

front of you.

Copy that.

What is it?

They're never gonna get everyone

out of the city in time.

Davis!

Two-Three,

targets in the open.

Roger. You are clear and hot.

Roger. Weapons free.

I'm engaging now.

Jesus!

I'm hit! I'm hit!

Bird down! Bird down!

To hell with that,

I'm taking these things out.

I have no control!

Two-Nine firing, target hit.

Lighting him up.

He hit me with something!

Lost tail rudders!

Mayday! Mayday!

I'm going down!

Status report.

Where is Warthog One?

Inbound, sir.

- Warthog One, you are cleared hot.

- Roger that.

This is Warthog One.

Targets missed.

Lobo X-ray, request come

back around for another run.

Warthog One, this is Black-Dog-Six-Actual.

Hit them again.

Roger that.

Kaplan, where are we

with the evacuation?

50% downtown, sir.

Sir, we have a bogey headed north

in the river, half mile out.

What the hell are you

talking about?

Is that a ship?

It's underwater, sir.

We don't have any subs

in the area.

Davis, there's something big

in the river.

Well, that sucks.

This is Three-Two.

We have enemy contact in the river!

How copy?

Say again, Three-Two?

Enemy contact!

Target is heading east!

Copy, Three-Two.

Call for fire to follow.

1 Negative, negative!

Danger close!

Copy, Three-Two.

Direct all forces at that

thing now!

Enemy contact!

Three o'clock! Engage!

Flank him!

Everything you've got!

Aim for the gills!

Fire!

Fire! Fire! Fire!

They can't stop them.

We gotta get that antidote.

Alpha-Six-Actual,

we can't hold them!

I've lost half my men!

We're backing out!

Are we evacuated downtown?

Clear at a 10-block radius from

Upper Wacker to Adams, sir.

Prep the MOABs.

Roger that.

Colonel, you are about to drop the largest

conventional bomb in the arsenal,

on US soil.

With all due respect, sir, there

has got to be another way.

You drop that bomb,

not only do you wipe out

half a city,

but you'd destroy any

evidence.

See, I got a team on the way to

Energyne to secure the antidote.

So if you could divert some

resources and support them...

Is this the same team that

stole my medevac chopper?

Davis Okoye

and Dr. Caldwell...

Need to get the hell

out of there.

And I need you to drop

the cowboy bullshit,

and get with the program.

Well, sir,

you know us cowboys.

We just can't stand

leaving our friends behind.

Get your ass out of here!

Finally, an order of yours

I can agree with.

Let's bring up a feed

on our stealth bombers.

Bomber feed is up.

Viper Two-Five, you've been

released for mission execution, time now.

Holding

short, runway two-five.

Cleared for

take-off, runway two-five.

Cleared for take-off,

two-five.

Roger. Good luck.

Lobo X-ray, this is

Viper Two-Five.

Package is airborne.

We are inbound.

Agent Russell, here's the

information you requested.

That's the FBI's list

for Energyne's servers.

You were right.

There's one server that

they left off.

And there's only two people

that have access to it.

Brett and Claire,

you sneaky sons of b*tches.

- Thank you, son.

- Yes, sir.

It's Russell. I need a ride.

Come on, this way, this way!

Keep moving!

- Where to?

- Eighty-fifth floor.

Lab's in here.

Damn it!

Hey, give me some good news.

MOABs are 30 minutes out,

give or take.

Just one could take out

five city blocks.

You better move!

I'm never taking your

call again.

It's locked. What'd he say?

Uh, something about the mother of all

bombs is on its way and we need to hurry.

Okay.

Jeez!

FBI must've confiscated

all the hard drives.

All right.

Come on, Kate, think.

Here we go.

Okay, everything in the lab

is on one system.

The FBI would never have thought

to confiscate a thermostat,

but there's a backdoor into

the server.

So we should be able to access

every file

from here.

Okay. Change of plan.

The military's lost control.

We're coming up.

All right.

The chopper is ready.

I have got your rat.

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