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DILLON:

Last time we danced, it was Lieutenant, Schaefer.

A grin breaks out across Schaefer's face.

SCHAEFER:

Dillon, you son of a b*tch.

The two men step forward and simultaneous swing from the hip as it to

land a punch... but their hands SLAP together in a gesture of

friendship, their forearms bulging, testing each other's strength.

DILLON:

(warmly)

How you been, Dutch?

They continue the contest, Schaefer has the edge, forcing Dillon's arm

slowly downward.

SCHAEFER:

You've been pushing too many Pencils, Dillon. Had enough?

DILLON:

(grinning)

No way, old buddy.

SCHAEFER:

You never did know when to quit.

They look into each other's faces, each remembering something from the

past. A moment's hesitation and they quit the contest. They laugh,

Dillon slapping Schaefer on the shoulder.

DILLON:

That piece of work you guys pulled off at the Berlin embassy last week

was really something. Blew the entry points on three floors and

neutralized the opposition in eight seconds flat. Beautiful.

SCHAEFER:

Like the old days, Dillon.

DILLON:

Also heard that you passed on that little job in Libya.

Schaefer looks at Dillon, quietly considering him.

SCHAEFER:

Wasn't my style. We're a rescue unit, not assassins.

(smiles)

This must be good. Big shot from the CIA, leaves his desk to come back

to the bush. What's so important?

DILLON:

Those cabinet members are very important to our scope of operations in

this part of the world. They're about to get squeezed. We can't let

that happen. I needed someone who could get the job done, quick and

quiet... no screw-ups. I needed the best. The best. So, I pulled a few

strings at the State Department... and here we are.

SCHAEFER:

Go on.

Dillon goes to the map.

DILLON:

The set-up is simple, Dutch. One day job. We pick up their trail at the

chopper, run 'em down, grab the hostages and bounce back across the

border before anyone knows we were there. You've done it a hundred

times. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Schaefer considers this.

SCHAEFER:

And nothing we can't handle alone.

Philips breaks in.

PHILIPS:

I'm afraid those are your orders, Major. Once you reach your objective,

Dillon will evaluate the situation and take charge.

Schaefer looks from Philips to Dillon. He still doesn't like it.

DILLON:

Not to worry, Dutch. I haven't lost my edge. They've got a head start

on us in some real tough country, otherwise, believe me, it's a piece

of cake.

PHILIPS:

Gentlemen, we're losing time.

(to Schaefer)

You'd better get your men ready.

(pause)

Good luck, Major.

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