Death Train Page #4

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'Cause of this new world order

thing, can't use that.

No, once you know who you hate,

everything works.

Yeah?

You handled your first obstacle well.

Yeah, right... you got

to let 'em know who's boss.

Now we adjust our procedure.

I will initiate

all telephone contact with you.

I will keep you informed.

Yeah, right.

I'm C.W. Whitlock, physicist.

I've never made an atomic bomb,

but I've wondered if I could.

It's demanding, isn't it?

Where's the train?

Past Stuttgart. Where's it going?

I'll just hang out here for a while, okay?

Of course the German government

are happy to let them chug on

until they reach Switzerland,

but the Swiss

are demanding action

before they reach the border.

A wise idea, sir.

Excuse me. The hijackers just

received a phone call from Munich.

We didn't expect it...

Missed getting anything.

Damn it. I hope

you're tuned in now.

Yes.-Good.

So... Ms. Carver, stay with us.

It is to be gas somatol.

Subdues motor reflexes

for about two hours.

I would recommend it.

Phil, sleeping gas and the public

don't mix too well together.

Sigi, any unpopulated areas

before Zurich?

Only one... the train

will be there in 40 minutes.

Good. Excellent.

The German military

have agreed to back us.

You'll fly Michael and the major.

Yes, sir.

Are you familiar with the M203?-

Very.

We'll use that grenade launcher to

crack some gas into the locomotive.

Wait a second... she's going

to shoot gas canisters

into a train going 70 miles an hour?

Yes, she is.

We've got a situation here

that could make Chernobyl look like

a pop gun, and she's point man?

Point person.- Hey! Now, enough.

She has backup, sir?

Yes, you... helicopter launch rockets.

- Yay!

- All right, Phil.

Michael?- Mm-hmm?

You can't call me Phil in this group.

What do you want me to call you?

"Sir" would be appropriate.

All right.

Let's do it.

Don't let the boys' club bother you.

What if I miss?-You can't.

C.W.- Malcolm.

You've been boxing

with the brothers again?

I told you about that. You all right?

I'm fine. How's Leitzig?

He's dying, but he's got some time

before he slips into the grave.

And he's not a big talker, I'm afraid.

Is there anything we can do?

Sure, run another check

on all of his acquaintances.

You know, his friends, his lovers...

I need some leverage.

Will do.

If we can determine

the amount of plute he stole,

it'll give us an idea of the size of

the gadget that we're dealing with.

What I can't figure out

is who would send

the message about the bomb,

unless it was

one of Leitzig's friends.

Perhaps it was an enemy.

Does Sabrina Carver

have Philpott by...?

Her dad's some

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