Behind Enemy Lines II: Axis of Evil Page #3

and we lose the element of surprise.

What's the window of opportunity

to explore a Special Ops plan?

I'd say 72 hours,

but I wouldn't...

- Seventy-two hours.

- Sir, a covert action?

L...We need to send a strong

proportional and visible response...

to the North Koreans...

to the whole world...

to put them on notice

that that dog don't hunt.

We will never allow them

to be an I.C.B.M. Power.

Commander Mackey,

could you be ready in 72 hours?

Yes, sir. I believe

we could be ready.

Admiral?

It's not much time to put

a mission together, sir, but...

I understand.

Gentlemen, keep up

with your preparations.

I'll give you a decision

within six hours.

Yes, sir. We'll give it

everything we've got.

Thank you, Mr. President.

"Give it everything we've got."

Tell me I didn't just say that.

What are you looking at?

- Get Lieutenant James in here.

- Yes, sir.

Mr. President...

Kim Jong II is 5'2".

He wears four-inch lifts.

He lives in a pleasure palace where he

indulges his penchant for Swedish prostitutes.

This missile is pompous grandstanding

by a very small man.

Sir, in 1996, the Korea Institute

for National Reunification...

applied a computer model that accurately

predicted Eastern Europe's collapse.

- Yeah?

- According to the model...

North Korea

should have collapsed in 1992.

I say we give this job to Special Ops

and make this all go away...

and let North Korea collapse

when it collapses.

Cam?

Yeah.

Okay.

Tell Mackey his mission is a "go."

But keep General Vance

and his Stealth bombers on standby...

should the SEALs fail.

- Lieutenant.

- Colonel. Thanks for the lift today, sir.

- They gave us a nice plane for this one.

- I see that.

- We gonna get miles for this?

- No, but I did order you the kosher meal.

- L.T.C.

- Guys, grab a seat and stow your stuff.

Let me know when you and your guys

get settled in. We'll be on our way.

Appreciate the hell

outta that, sir.

- Hoo-ya, Lieutenant James.

- Hoo-ya, Shultiess.

- How you feelin' today, papa?

- I feel immortal.

- I'm "the Stoke."

- Stoke?

- Oh, it's just my new call sign.

- Wasn't aware you had an old one.

Well, my old one was for mortals,

and I am immortal.

- I'm the Stoke.

- Whatever.

Okay. Good evening, gentlemen...

and welcome to United States

Air force light 738...

with nonstop service

to the skies over North Korea...

where we'll be jumping from an altitude

of approximately 33,000 feet.

Meideros in the hatch.

Barnes, Shultiess, Ballantine.

AK-47s.

Not a scratch, guys.

The airline wants this plane back...

in the same condition

they gave it to us in.

- You got it, Daiwi.

- Daiwi? Why do you guys call him that?

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