Under Siege 2: Dark Territory Page #4

They sat around playing paintball.

That's not the whole story.

The relationship between Penn and Dane

resurfaced during Desert Storm.

When Dane apparently died,

we pulled surveillance off them.

We're all aware of that.

The connection is tenuous.

Let me tell you what it really is.

It's another classic example

of the CIA not doing their homework.

Excuse me?

In the last few years,

Penn developed a network of contacts.

North Korea, here,

in particular in the Middle East.

Best guess is this: If he's hooked up

with Dane, they got the money to do it.

Why did he need power?

The phone!

Call Philippe, tell him to work tomorrow.

Damn it!

On second thought, he worked yesterday.

Call Antoine.

You've been shot.

No, there's no bullet.

No bullet in here.

You think this is "been shot"?

This ain't "been shot."

Let's see here.

Gigabyte of RAM should do the trick.

We're in. What have we got?

"Phone book, recipes.

Chicken cannelloni.

Fruit salad with crystallized ginger."

Sounds good.

Where are we?

We're about right there.

There, about 200 miles,

is where we come out the mountain.

We're without phones for four hours?

"Ryback's Tactics."

- Ryback?

- That's what it says. Ryback.

Casey-f***ing-Ryback?

Jesus Christ.

Who's Casey-f***ing-Ryback?

Casey Ryback's a former SEAL captain, a counter-terrorist expert.

He was my instructor.

He's the best.

I thought you were.

Did you see the body she shot?

No, just a lot of blood.

If you get run over by a train...

Did you see the body?!

I assumed he was dead.

Assumption is the mother of all fuckups.

Every man resume a full train search...

...inside and out, car by car.

Including all AC ducting, all paneling,

the roof, undercarriage.

Absolutely everything!

Right now!

I can do this.

You think he's alive?

Until I have confirmation otherwise.

What is he doing on my train

besides killing your men?!

See if he's traveling with anyone.

You said your million-dollar mercenaries

would be enough.

They are.

Come on, move it, Bobby.

You picked the wrong place

to hang out with your legs spread.

No, I'm hanging on right here.

Plus one.

Could be a girlfriend or child.

Could be his wife.

A man doesn't call his wife "plus one."

So what? You looking for some babe?

Some bait.

What the hell?

This isn't a produce list, this is...

Oh, my God.

Oh, sh*t.

Whose f***ing blood is this?

Go back to the lounge car.

Check the bar downstairs.

What now?

What am I doing? I'm making a bomb.

What's he looking for?

Me.

Your lunch?

When do I get some action?

We're going to take a bargaining chip

to protect the hostages.

I want an evac order for the president,

and senior staff members...

...on an Alpha status now,

and try not to cause a panic.

I don't think we have a chance in hell.

Hi, honey. It's me.

I want you to take Jamie, and I want you

to get out of Washington tonight.

Go to your mother's.

Yeah, and...

...honey...

...don't tell anyone.

What's your name?

Zachs. Bobby Zachs.

You're not on the list.

I'm an employee.

Where's your uniform?

I'm deadheading, getting a free ride.

Navy Cross.

Mace.

Not Mace...

...pepper spray.

Sold to civilians.

Once you get used to it...

...it just clears the sinuses.

Get her and let's go.

Let her go.

Why do you need lighter fluid?

It's like a detonator.

Okay, Bobby, get in the elevator.

I gotta go beep somebody.

Imagine a fire

from New York to Charleston.

We can do this.

Put him out.

Get a man on the roof!

I need two more downstairs

in the next two cars!

The son of a b*tch is using

the AC ducting!

Computer's down!

You and you, get to the baggage car!

Get him!

I got the CD.

He's downstairs. Go get him.

Go.

Now.

They have the CD!

The targeting CD!

I can't do anything without it!

- Let's go!

- Don't shoot the intruder. He's got the CD.

Hold it right there!

Hand over the CD.

They're off the train.

Stop the train.

Back up.

This train...

...might as well be 20 tons

of scrap metal without that CD.

Hold it!

Come on, move!

Hook up right here.

Wait here.

Safety off...

...dynamic tension...

Ass!

It's the porter.

Check the porter!

You cocksucker!

He's got an accomplice!

It's a porter. We're on to him.

Don't shoot him.

He could also have the CD.

Don't put a bullet in it.

Tell me about the porter.

Hello.

The CD. Hand it over.

Down there.

Where did he go under the train?

Two cars up.

You pricks never learn.

Freeze!

Get your goddamn hands up.

Up where I can see them!

Where's that CD?

I ripped my pocket. It fell out.

Don't bullshit with me.

Show me that CD...

...or I'll cap your black ass, b*tch!

Empty your pockets.

Right now!

All right, man!

I'm just a kid. I'm just a kid,

I'm trying to tell you.

- Do it!

- I lost it there.

I ripped my pocket.

Everything fell out.

All I've got is your ass!

Porter checked.

Chance favors the prepared mind.

Oh, sh*t.

Take us west. Full ahead.

Oh, sh*t.

Your uncle wasn't as good as I thought.

You're back on-line.

Now, get on with it.

We haven't lost anything vital.

I have enough to do this.

Houston, Tranquility Base here.

We are now at T-minus 20 minutes...

...and...

...counting.

That bastard started the countdown.

Williams...

...eliminate orbits that don't offer Grazer

a shot at Washington in 20 minutes.

We must eliminate all of them.

- We only have one Pegasus left.

- We don't need one.

On the last one, we lock on the satellite

and use the self-destruct.

Make it happen.

Start knocking them off.

- We've eliminated 22 possibilities.

- Excellent.

Twenty-three.

- A cook has a message.

- A cook?

He says he has a Code 3 message.

Patch him through on the audio.

Is Joint Chief of Staff Bates there, please?

This is Admiral Bates speaking.

Sir, I have a fax message for you.

It reads:

"Admiral, a force of armed men...

...probably numbering above 20...

...has taken over

the Grand Continental passenger train...

...traveling from Denver to L.A.

Key signature equipment of...

...high-bandwidth satellite transmission

equipment has been loaded on board."

- It's Dane!

- "Aggressors appear to be professional...

...and fully armed."

- Get me the exact location of that train.

- Who sent the message?

- Casey Ryback.

Casey Ryback?

Casey Ryback's on this train?

What is he doing?

Leave it to Casey.

He's on vacation with his niece, sir.

What's the closest air strike group?

Stealth, sir, from the air show.

Get them on their way.

There's over 200 people on that train.

There are over eight million people

in Washington.

Unless Ryback performs a miracle

in 18 minutes, I got no choice.

Scramble the Stealths.

I'm disappointed.

I looked forward to going head-to-head

with the great Casey...

Man, that was good.

Did he teach you that?

Pity...

...you could have been very, very good.

She's insurance, leave her alone.

Ryback's gone, Dane.

Did you see the body?

Assumption is the mother of all fuckups.

It doesn't matter, she'll die anyway...

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