Mission: Impossible III Page #2

I'm sending in Search and Rescue.

I was hoping you'd want in.

You've got good people for that.

Yeah. Yep, that we do.

Wheels up at sunrise

if you have a change of heart.

Take some pictures of the party for me.

Ethan. Three days ago,

Agent Lindsey Farris was captured

while on a surveillance operation.

This is the man she was tracking.

His name is Owen Davian.

Details are eyes-only,

but I can tell you

that Davian's a black-market trafficker.

Extremely dangerous

and a priority for us.

At 1400 hours today,

a recon satellite ID'd

a caravan of vehicles

with plates matching those known to

have been used by Davian's operatives.

They stopped at a derelict factory

outside Berlin.

It appears they have a hostage.

We believe it's Agent Farris.

Normally we would disavow,

but Lindsey may be the key

to getting us closer to Davian,

and that's a risk we need to take.

Your mission,

should you choose to accept it,

is to find Lindsey and bring her home.

I've already assembled a team.

I have them standing by,

awaiting your word.

This message, let's call it

my excellent engagement gift to you,

will self-destruct in five seconds.

Good luck, Ethan, and thanks again.

Am I ready?

- You okay?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

You know, I'm sorry. I realized

I didn't tell you that the office called

during the party.

I have to go to Houston for a night.

METRO's having

a public transpo conference.

- It's so last-minute.

- I know.

Well, well, well.

Now, if it isn't

Mr. "Those Who Can't Do, Teach"

back in the field.

- What's up, baby?

- Hey, man.

Hey, Ethan, don't worry.

We're going to get the girl.

Or have you been away so long

you've forgotten how good we are?

Welcome back, brother.

Is our truck in place?

Weapons good to go?

- Yeah. You?

- Yeah.

You know I got your six.

Hey, man. That's your job.

Guns one, activated.

Guns two, activated.

Guns three, activated.

Guns four, activated.

Guns ready.

All four guns operational.

They've got men on

the second, third, fourth floors.

I count 14 of them.

Observer, I'm in approach position.

Roger that. Stand by.

Target match.

The prize is on the sixth floor.

Two Tangos with her.

Moving in.

So, Raider One, at some point,

we got to go over

this whole "getting married" thing.

Negative, Observer.

I don't respect you nearly enough

to have that conversation.

You may not respect me,

but for now you're stuck

with my voice in your head.

So, this girl,

what the hell do you see in her anyway?

Who, Julia? You've never met her.

Yeah, and the way things are,

I probably never will.

Lucky for her, right?

That's what you're thinking.

They've got communications gear.

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