xXx: Return of Xander Cage Page #4

- Come on, man!

- X said stay on the boat.

That was before the goddamn

Russian invasion touched down, man!

X said stay on the boat.

You want to play?

That doesn't belong in anyone's hands.

You want it, come and get it.

Was that necessary?

It's what Gibbons would have wanted.

X!

X. It happened again.

Another satellite fell.

Us working as a team.

That's what Gibbons would've wanted.

You in?

An explosion inside

the Olympic Stadium rocks Moscow.

Seven workers are now confirmed dead,

with at least 25 others injured

in this senseless act of violence.

A source inside the Pentagon

says a rogue satellite may

have been used as a weapon.

Guess this means Pandora's Box

isn't exactly classified.

In a new video released

just moments ago, an anonymous group

is claiming to have the ability

to use satellites as weapons.

They claim "that the violation

of civil liberties

"of all the citizens of the world

is an atrocity that must be stopped. "

Disable and dismantle

all the world's spy programs

within the next 24 hours,

or I'll do it for you,

one satellite at a time.

There are 30,000 satellites

orbiting the Earth at this moment.

I will drop one satellite every

24 hours until my demands are met.

Eyewitnesses in Moscow...

Was this always part of your mission, too?

Of course not.

We were a new Triple-X team Gibbons created.

We discovered a high-level intelligence

officer was trying to manipulate satellites.

And even before we could unmask him,

Gibbons was killed.

So, you knew they were Triple-X all along.

I needed you to retain

a sense of objectivity.

I don't understand.

If I destroyed Pandora's Box,

what happened in Moscow?

If I'm right, which I am,

this box only ever had the ability

to control one satellite.

What does that mean?

It means we've been chasing a prototype.

And these guys have the real one?

Yeah.

Serena played us for fools.

Betrayed us.

This isn't about Serena.

This is war. And either we stop it today,

or we watch the world burn tomorrow.

- Can't lose focus on that.

- Yeah.

Where you been?

You stop off for the old rub-and-tug?

Your mom says hi.

Tracker on board? Nobody saw you?

- Nobody ever sees me, boss.

- Good.

Now, these suits control

every spy satellite in the sky.

But how often do these seven men

all sit in the same room together?

Almost never.

And if you needed retinal scans,

cell phone data dumps,

biometrics of all the superpowers

in the world,

who would you target?

Oh, sh*t.

Who has that kind of power

to actually set that in motion?

Oh, you're pissing up the wrong tree, Cage.

I came looking for you, remember?

Yo, a**hole. We gonna have problems?

Oh, no problem. How was your trip?

I'm just doing the math.

Oh, yeah? What math?

Air velocity divided by distance.

So, when I stuff you down the toilet,

search and rescue will know where

to find you between China and North Korea.

Keep talking sh*t, little man.

Hold that thought, G.I. Joe.

Wow.

Roll it back.

A little more.

More.

A little more. Stop.

Okay, when Xiang broke the window,

he's the only one that didn't flinch.

I need the President on the phone...

That's not gonna come off, you know that.

I'll have to replace the goddamn screen.

I've been saying the director of the CIA has

been trying to destroy the world for years.

Okay, we have carte blanche

to track this son of a b*tch down.

Do any of you know how to do it?

The same way Xiang and I found

Pandora's Box in New York.

Pandora's Box needs to keep reconnecting

itself because the satellites orbit.

- Excuse me.

- Uh.

All we need to do is

track down the main signal,

and then we can approximate

its location within a 20-mile radius.

Of all the places in the world to

lay low, this fruit loop chooses Detroit?

These blasts did take place in Moscow,

but they were felt around the world.

Good morning. As feared, the death toll

in the Moscow tragedy is rising.

In addition to the latest deaths...

Let me guess. Everyone's jumping at the

chance to dismantle their spy programs.

No.

The world's too stupid to realize

that Moscow wasn't a bluff.

Okay, Triple-X, you will

base out of an NSA safe house.

Becky will coordinate earbud communications

and have the signal disruptor on standby.

Nicks, when I crashed the boat up

on shore and saved your life...

Yeah, whatever, bro.

...do you think that counts

as crash 199 for me?

You know, officially?

Officially, you're deranged.

Cool.

We'll set up a triangulated

signal tracking system around the city.

And when Becky locks in his exact

location, we make our move.

What about you?

How did you get roped into all this?

I tagged a skyscraper

and got a year in jail for it.

Jail?

- Seems excessive.

- Mmm-hmm. The tag was 30 stories tall.

Two million hits on YouTube.

And I served only half the sentence.

Let me guess. Gibbons to the rescue.

Yup. He said a lion like me

doesn't belong in any kind of cage.

I got mine after I left the NSA.

What about that one on your wrist?

London.

2009. I climbed the Millennium Wheel.

Naked.

- Naked?

- Yeah.

High school.

Oh, no!

We all have our embarrassing moments.

What about that sexy one?

This? Phoenix out of the ashes.

Eighteen hours in a chair in Mexico.

I drank my bodyweight

in tequila to get through it.

It's the most important one, actually.

It's when I decided to change

the world instead of

rage against it.

We found him. We found Pandora's Box.

Xander, do you copy?

We're here. Okay, send Tennyson.

Uh, looks like East 404 Congress Street.

He's on the top floor.

I'm showing activity in Pandora's Box.

I can jam the signal,

but only for a few minutes, so hurry.

You've got to get there

fast and take this guy down.

Not if we find him first.

Whoa! Red light! Red light! Red light!

Whoo!

Did you know traffic signals

were invented by Big Oil

to waste fuel and drive up profits?

If I say yes, will you please

just slow down? Look out!

Wait. Is this the part

where you act the basic b*tch

and tell me you got your eye on me

and that you don't trust me?

- Welcome to the moment.

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Everyone needs backup.

Stop, stop, stop, stop!

Stop, stop, stop, stop!

Tennyson?

Gridlocked.

There it is.

If you run into trouble,

dial nine.

It's an old Gibbons fail-safe.

You crashed my party! Stole my dance partner.

I'm gonna crash yours.

Have fun.

This ain't a party. This is a race.

What the hell you think you're doing?

Building a ramp.

Go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go!

- Hey! Out of the car! Get out!

- What are you doing?

Let's go!

Wow.

Sh*t. He's trying to reconnect it.

Guys, I can only jam the signal for so long

before he chooses another satellite.

You have to hurry.

I have a plan.

Hold on!

"Hold on" ain't no goddamn plan!

No, no, no, no!

Hi.

You looking for someone?

That's 200!

Ha-ha! Come on.

No, no, no... Xander,

you got to get to the top floor.

He's trying to engage

another satellite. Hurry.

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