Big Game

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Helsinki, one hour, Senator.

Is POTUS up and about yet?

POTUS status unknown, sir.

Actually, I heard him

moving around just now.

I think he's awake, sir.

Enter.

Morris.

Good morning.

Mr. President, sir.

Well, here we go again.

Twenty points down in the polls.

Friends and enemies lining up

to stab me in the back.

Well, at least

you're still in my corner.

Right, Morris?

Come on, you're not gonna tell

the first lady, are you?

Wheels down in Helsinki

in an hour, sir.

I'd rather take a bullet

than go through another one

of these conferences.

That was insensitive.

Saying something like that to a man

who actually took a bullet for me.

Well, a near-death experience does change

one's prospective on a few things, sir.

Look, Morris, I'm really sorry

I'm forcing you

to retire after this trip.

I know how you feel.

Mr. President, sir,

one thing I have learned is that...

...life is just too damn short

not to have a cookie

when you want one.

See you in a half?

Welcome to Lapland, gentlemen.

A real hunting paradise.

We've got moose.

We've got bears.

We've got wolves, lynx.

Everything in here.

So, what kind of game

are you looking for?

- Big game.

- Roger, sir.

You're gonna get it, I promise.

Great. Land the helicopter.

We haven't the license

to hunt here on this area.

Just execute my order.

Roger, sir.

Never seen

a hunting team like this.

I expect not.

What you got there?

Something like scope?

It's a targeting system.

Targeting system? What for?

Right.

Shoulder-mounted,

Chinese FN-6 surface-to-air missile.

Not the most advanced SAM

on the market by any means,

but more than capable of

taking out passenger aircraft.

Passenger aircraft?

What do you mean?

A civilian aircraft,

I should say.

With a state-of-the-art

military grade aircraft,

the defense systems

would most likely deflect

the attack.

Unless, that is...

The defense systems

had somehow been disabled.

Are you...

Are you terrorists?

You certainly look terrified,

so I suppose we must be.

But I don't think you should

be worrying about us.

You should be

worrying about yourself.

In fact, in my opinion,

you should be running.

- Running?

- Absolutely.

You see, I intend to kill you.

You have no way

of overpowering me,

but I don't yet have

a weapon in my hand,

so your best chance is to run.

Like this.

ABC of Hunting.

Volume Four, for Beginners.

Attracting deer to within

your shooting range.

This might be

a little difficult at first.

But remember, practice makes perfect.

- Sir.

- John.

What's our ETA?

Forty-five miles.

We just started our descent.

Excellent. I'll tell POTUS.

Oh, and try not to rock

the boat on the way down.

- You know how he hates to spill his coffee.

- Okay.

Oh, sh*t!

- Joe, you got this?

- Affirmative.

- What's going on?

- Someone is targeting us with a SAM.

Holy sh*t! F-18 escort is reporting

the same. They're lit up too.

Joe, engage countermeasures now.

- The counters won't engage.

- What?

Something is jamming us.

It's like...

Whoa, I've lost power.

Jesus Christ!

All stations,

initiate emergency evacuation procedure.

The President is under attack.

I repeat, emergency evacuation.

The President is under attack.

What the hell is going on?

We've got to get you

out of here, Mr. President.

- What about my shoe?

- Forget your damn shoe!

Go, go, go!

Otis, what's going on?

You're getting off

this plane, Mr. President.

I'll take it from here.

Get the man on the ground.

- Roger that.

- Are we under attack?

I'll find you and pick you up,

Mr. President.

- You'll find what...

- See you on the ground.

No, Morris... Wait!

Morris!

- What about the crew?

- Our concern is the President.

- Get out now!

- Go!

Clay, jump, go!

There's something wrong, sir.

I don't see any parachutes opening.

The Air Force One

mayday was verified,

the evacuation protocol

was clearly triggered,

and the POTUS escape pod seems

to have been jettisoned.

Occupants?

- One.

- I see.

And then we lost everything,

all coms, radar profile,

cell phone signals, gone.

Mr. Vice President,

I want to introduce Fred Herbert.

Fred is our longest serving field

operative the CIA has ever had.

We finally convinced him

to come back to Langley.

He now heads

our terrorist intel unit.

General, if you would start to

fill Fred in on our known knowns.

Mr. Herbert, sir.

Thirty-six minutes ago, we got an evac

distress signal from Air Force One.

We lost coms

immediately thereafter.

At T minus 32, Air Force One

and its entire fighter escort

fell off the grid.

They were over Finland,

en route to Helsinki for a pre-G8 summit.

Sir...

We think this is the most serious

terrorist action since 9/11.

Just a minute here,

just to be clear.

For all we know,

this was a mechanical failure.

On five planes, simultaneously?

- One explodes, takes out the others.

- That's a stretch.

Well, any explanation

is a stretch.

Right now, I'm saying we don't

want to rush to conclusions.

It was a terrorist action,

employing a five to 10 man unit.

They have money.

They used Chinese-made,

shoulder-mounted surface-to-air missiles,

and they had a guy

on the inside.

Well, how the hell

could you know that?

Well, they had money,

they had to buy the hardware.

It was a five to 10 man unit.

How do you think they transported

and simultaneously fired the SAMs?

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