Behind Enemy Lines Page #4

Why do I listen to you? All right, let's do it.

ECM is clear. GPS is synced

with new coordinates.

Steady up 0-3-4 and fly the director.

- IDEM camera is at speed.

- Got it. Going into burner.

On condition. Stand by for roll... now.

Rolling digital.

(shouting in Serbo-Croatian)

Smile, guys. You're on TV.

(jet flying overhead)

- Aren't you gonna miss all this excitement?

- Oh, absolutely.

- What is it?

- Holy sh*t! We're being painted!

What?!

Sh*t! They fired! Scoop it, now!

- Pull up! Get the nose moving!

- Roger!

- I see a single missile tracking on us.

- I don't see it. Call my turn.

Slice left. Hard!

Jesus Christ!

Where is it?

Reverse right!

Try to break the lock!

- Golden Eagle, we have been engaged.

- Roger.

- Put out decoy flares.

- Copy.

- No joy.

- Where is it, goddammit? Where is it?!

I can't see sh*t! Where is he?!

Jesus Christ! Second missile in the air!

Three miles and closing!

- Pull up! Change your vector!

- I got him! I got him!

(yells)

We need a bigger heat decoy.

We're screwed!

Missile's closing. 2.8... 1.8... 1 mile!

Drop the fuel tanks and pull up!

Good fireball!

Clear on top. Coming back down.

I got two missiles in sight,

both tracking for the fireball.

That's it! One down. Up we go.

- Where's the second?

- No joy. I don't have it in sight.

- He's back on us. Push over!

- Copy.

Hard left.

- I'm going for a head-on pass.

- Here he comes! Head on, right side!

He clipped us! Part of the tail's gone!

- Flight controls going to sh*t!

- Where is it?

He's coming back.

Missile arcing right. Break!

I got no turn left, Chris!

The controls are shot!

Nose break, right!

Sh*t!

Sh*t! Seat eject! Eject, eject!

Goddammit.

(Christmas song plays)

- You throw a hell of a party, sir.

- Yeah, I really like Christmas.

Sir, we've lost a bird, an F-18. Feet dry.

Ark Angel Zero Six.

Burnett and Stackhouse.

Goddammit. I put 'em on the holiday mission.

- Any beacon activity?

- Not yet, Admiral.

We have a radar plot of flight path

from feet dry to last contact.

Here in yellow is the assigned path.

In the red is actual.

Lost contact is here.

They're off-mission. What the hell happened?

Lt'll be tough to pick up a beacon signal,

even from a satellite.

The terrain is extremely rough.

Damn weather's sure not helping.

Contact Admiral Piquet,

alert NATO chain of command.

Make sure we have a FLASH op rep

out over all US national circuits.

And get through to Admiral Donnelly.

- No names.

- No names, sir.

Stack! Stackhouse!

Stack!

Are you OK?

Yeah.

- Sh*t, man. Are you OK?

- Yeah, I'm OK. You look terrible.

Yeah? Hey, man, that looks pretty bad.

Let me see this. Oh, man.

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