Under Siege 2: Dark Territory Page #3

They wanted it? They'll get it!

That's what Dane used to say.

Call Admiral Bates at the Pentagon.

Admiral Bates is here in Colorado

attending an air show.

Then get him here, now.

Gentlemen, as you can see, it works.

This is a one-time offer.

Two hundred feet below the Pentagon

is an itty-bitty crack...

...which I propose to make

great, big and wide.

Directly above it

is a strike-hard nuclear reactor.

It ain't hard enough.

We'll take out the Pentagon...

...and, God, Allah...

...and the winds willing...

...Washington and most of

the Eastern seaboard as well.

The fee:

One billion dollars.

A billion dollars.

I owe people money.

Oh, sh*t.

- What is this place?

- Here we go.

I don't know, nor does Congress.

What the hell is going on?

Don't say this is a weather station.

Bring the rendering up.

Recently we deployed

a particle beam weapon into orbit.

In English, please.

It's a major cash cow. Particle beam

technology, it's the earthquake deal.

It's my understanding

we shut that program down.

We financed it.

Breaker, what...?

This goddamn thing works now?

It works so effectively...

...that if we targeted the Los Angeles

fault lines, in 15 seconds...

...Arizona would be beachfront property.

The problem is, someone else

is commanding the satellite.

We couldn't find it or destroy it...

...so we were unable to stop it.

Oh, my God!

China's earthquake?

We have full deniability.

- Holy sh*t!

- That's typical.

Typical Agency bullshit!

Do you know who we're dealing with?

We think it's Travis Dane,

the guy who designed the system.

- One of our people?

- Not anymore.

He was decommissioned.

Last month he was an apparent suicide.

He's brilliant. He can do anything

he puts his mind to, but he's crazy.

Why would you hire a maniac?

Because...

...sane people do not build

weapons like this.

You'd think we'd learn from that.

All right, we're upgrading to Code 3.

Gentlemen, let's find the satellite,

and let's find the son of a b*tch now!

No power.

Cover and conceal.

You know about that, right?

You know about that, right?

One of our customers has

a personal favor to ask.

He wants you to blow up an airplane.

Tell him to forget about it.

I'm going to blow up the Pentagon.

He either gets on board

or gets left behind.

But, sir, the gentleman's ex-wife

is on board this jet.

He wants you to blow up a jet plane

going 500 miles an hour...

...with a weapon designed

for subterranean strikes?

He says he'll pay us

an additional $100 million.

Really?

What are its transponder numbers?

Sending them now.

I can do this.

His ex-wife is history

when the money is in our account.

Grazer 1 will be in position in...

He has five minutes to make the deposit.

The money's hitting Zurich now!

Good. Here we go.

Grazer's back on-line.

- lf they hooked up, we're in trouble.

- Pegasus C Team is in range.

We have a B-2 bomber

with two anti-satellite missiles onboard.

I thought you cut the power downstairs.

Pegasus locked on Grazer 1.

On your command.

Fire.

Can we get it before it fires?

They are so slow.

- Why is it still counting?

- Still getting the feed.

Boom!

Earthquake in midair.

That is the goddamnedest thing

I've ever seen.

Then what the hell did we shoot down?

I'll ask you again, if we did not

shoot down Grazer 1, what did we shoot?

Check on Herb, downstairs.

Train noise eliminated

from transmission.

Let's get ready to call home.

What's up?

- Where'd you get that gun?

- Get anything?

Fishing rod, pool cue, clothes.

You're a useless son of a b*tch.

Encrypted, no good.

This is a.45, okay?

Dynamic tension, left hand, right hand,

palms pressed together, okay?

Cover your ass, 12, 3, 6, 9,

wherever you look always.

Never look in a direction

where the gun ain't pointing, understand?

Who the hell is that?

Jesus Christ!

Not quite, General Cooper, although

I have sort of risen from the dead.

No, it's just your old friend,

Travis Dane.

You remember? The guy you fired?!

And I bet now

you're probably asking yourselves:

"What the hell did we just shoot down?"

The answer is:

The N SA's best and only functional

real-time down-looking satellite...

...the N SP-1.

You'll probably be calling them

any minute now, asking them for its use.

Unfortunately, since even they don't know

where the f*** it is...

...they can't help you.

Have you got him?

I'm closing in.

You do know where

the last transmission came from.

You're probably closing in fast...

...on Grazer 1 's location.

It's in there somewhere...

...hiding among those 50 ghost satellites

I've created...

...just for you.

Motherf***er's gone.

- Gone?

- I don't get it either.

As my demonstration just proved...

...Grazer 1 is Viable...

...and can produce results.

Reproducible results.

And to prove it...

...I'm going to give you

another demonstration.

In 45 minutes...

...as soon as Grazer 1

is in position for a clear shot...

...I'm going to hit the Pentagon

with a 98-percent blast.

Enough to fracture the nuclear reactor

you say you don't have under there.

You son of a b*tch.

We'll have fallout.

We'll have devastation.

I've got things to do.

I want you to remember:

I was smarter than you

before I worked there.

I was smarter than you

while I worked there.

And I'm still smarter than all of you.

Au reVoir.

He sure didn't go this way.

We would've heard him.

What are the odds

of tracking Grazer down in time?

We should check over Paris.

Considering the area we must cover...

That's why it's called "space."

What that, son? Speak up.

Well...

...I was just saying...

...that's why they call it space,

because...

...there's a lot of it.

Thank you.

Just be quiet, please.

Where are you going?

Front of the train.

To look for the radio.

Stay out of sight and don't get killed.

Safety off...

...dynamic tension...

...aim, shoot.

That's their ass now.

Do you know what this is?

This is a Navy Cross.

It's awarded for bravery.

This is my father's.

Uncle Casey's got two of them.

He's got medals that are so secret...

...he can never show them to anybody.

He won't let anything happen to us.

I guess he's a hero.

We have an intruder.

Sweep the train.

Do a sweep.

Found our intruder?

Negative. We're still looking.

You clear?

Checking.

Nothing.

We're clear here.

Have you checked everywhere?

Check on the roof.

What the f***?!

- On top!

- He's on the roof!

We're under fire!

Go get him.

I got him. He fell off

of one of the first cars.

She said he fell over here.

There's blood here. Here!

She got him. He fell between

the first car and the locomotive.

Is this a confirmation?

He's hamburger. He's probably spread

about halfway across the state.

We got him.

But the son of a b*tch took out six men.

You stay here, okay? I'm going back.

Be careful.

You said these men were good.

Who was he?

What was he doing downstairs?

The man is a soldier-of-fortune freak.

Ran a war camp in Alabama.

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