Under Siege Page #6

- Strannix!

Splendid work!

My, my, my...

...how hell doth quicken the spirit.

- Tomahawks!

- They're up and ready.

Where?

- Fire control.

- Of course! The fire control.

Chips and dips on the weather deck.

Motor launch is waiting!

All hands!

Clear out of here!

Let's go.

Four minutes.

Meet us at the motor launch.

Four little minutes.

Home run.

We did it!

This little piggy went to market.

This little piggy stayed home.

And this little piggy...

Oh, mama. Oh, mama.

All the way home!

Happy trails.

In the captain's launch,

there's the MX 20-20...

...the SEAL magnaphone.

Bring it here. Take her with you.

The car phone.

Admiral?

The Nimitz is tracking two Tomahawks

launched from the ship.

- Where're they headed?

- Honolulu.

Oh, God.

- What's the flight time?

- 24 minutes, sir.

- Can we destroy them in the air?

- Destruct codes are on the Missouri.

Scramble Navy and Air Force

fighters from Pearl.

What are the consequences

of missiles dropping on Honolulu?

About a million people will reach

...in less than a second.

Mr. Secretary...

We'll just blame it on the cook.

Absolutely.

Take it north.

Roger that. Heading north.

I'll take that weapon.

Quietly.

Now.

You look familiar.

I know you, don't I?

I think you do.

Been a long time.

Yes, sir. It has.

Turn around.

We'll have a tour. Step forward.

Here we have...

...our Tomahawks...

...speeding their way to the sunny

Aloha State. Turn around.

As you see...

...there will be no return.

And I got the key.

The lock is broken. Step forward.

Sit over there.

You'll watch

the end of the world on TV.

Put your feet up.

Relax.

You know, you're good.

You are really good.

It's a shame to kill you.

Behold my finest work.

Do me a favor.

Tell me something.

You really think blowing up

a bunch of innocent people...

...will change anything?

What made you flip like this?

I got tired of coming up with

desperate solutions...

...to impossible problems

created by other people.

All your ridiculous,

pitiful antics won't change a thing.

You and I...

...we're puppets

in the same sick play.

We serve the same master...

...and he's an ungrateful lunatic.

There's nothing we can do about it.

You and I are the same.

No. There's a difference, my man.

You have faith. I don't.

Keep the faith, Strannix.

Locked on my nose, 15 miles.

Five miles, on target.

Weapon status, clear.

Roger.

Admiral...

They intercepted one missile.

And the other one?

It slipped through.

Chief...

...we've only got time for one shot.

So we'll do it by the numbers.

Load the disk.

Now punch 4-7.

You're now on KU.

Code is 6, 4...

...3, 5...

... 0, 0.

That's 643500.

Is my read-back correct?

Affirmative.

Stand by.

Got it!

Nimitz is no longer tracking.

Good man, Ryback!

Sir, call off your bombers.

Call off your bombers.

We're calling off the aircraft.

We're calling them off.

Thanks, Ryback. Great job!

Great job!

Want to go swimming?

I got a Zodiac and some C-rays...

...a little umbrella...

I'll go with you.

She's all right! She's all right!

Good, good, all of you guys.

Great!

Good job!

Hold on in there,

we'll get you out in a minute!

What'd I miss, chief?

You'll need 3 or 4 stitches.

Come to the infirmary.

I'm afraid of needles, you know.

- What's for breakfast, Case?

- Subs, Tackman. Subs!

Case, show me a move.

Here's one move.

Present arms!

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