Death Train Page #5

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state department honcho,

and a friend of Philpott's.

I suffered under party

member's children before.

Same everywhere, eh?- Ah!

Well, at least

she's not in command.

Get down!

Okay, one shot, Sabrina.

One shot.

Ah, my gas mask!

How's our fuel?

At this rate, we can make

Istanbul, maybe more.

Damn it!

Gas! Gas!

Gas! Gas! Gas!

Gas!

Yes! Perfect hit!

It's all yours!

All right, let's go!

UNACO 2 and 3, UNACO Leader.

Formate on me. Hold back 50 meters.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay. I'm okay.

Move it, you guys!- Check your loads.

UNACO Leader, target in sight.

Number three, hold position.

Number two, move in!

Wilco.

UNACO 2, system's ready.- Roger.

Fire at will!

On target! I got 'em! It's hit!

Gas in the car! Gas in the car!

Number three engaging. Bull's-eye!

Number three, breaking off.

They are sleeping like babies!

I'm dropping you down.

Two and three, hold back.

I'm moving in.

We're right over it.

We're right over the top.

Number three, pull up!

Oops.

Steady, bring me down,

bring me down.

Bring me down, Kolchinsky.

That's it.

Okay, to the right, to the right.

Keep with it!

Okay, I'm on! I'm on!

Okay.

Number two, move in. Stay close.

Hold tight! Wait!

Wait. Easy!

Two alongside.

Moving in closer.

Open fire!

Sh*t, they are wide awake!

They've got gas masks!

What?

There's a f***ing army in there!

Got one, got one!

Give me backup, come on!

Give me some backup!

Can't take 'em out! I'm hit!

- I got 'em!

- He's hit! He's hit!

Aw, sh*t! Sh*t!

Kolchinsky, are you okay?

Talk to me, all right?-Yeah.

Hold your fire! What's he doing?

Taken hits, rotor vibrating.

Back off! Back off! Watch out!

Watch this.

You bastard!

Mike! Mike, talk to me.

Pull away! Pull away!

Sh*t!

Kolchinsky!

Get your ass down here, now!

Kolchinsky, come on!

Come on! Closer!

Sh*t! Give me the other clip.

Come on! Get down here!

Oh, God!

Come closer! Closer!

You son of a b*tch,

get the f*** off my train!

Closer, Kolchinsky! Get it down here!

Jump! Jump on it!

Eat flames, cocksucker!- Ah! Ah!

Come on, Graham, jump!

Okay.

Stay right there! Stay there!

Okay, hang on!

Let's get out of here!

F***! F***!

F*** it.

Grab on! Grab my hand!

You... yeah! Bastard.- It's okay.

You're okay.

Bad luck, eh?

Yeah, lousy. Real lousy, yeah.

A funeral pyre of twisted metal

is all that remains

of the elite German unit.

Speculation as to the hostages' safety

continues as the train

approaches Zurich,

having crossed the Swiss border

30 minutes ago.

Now we go live to Freight 4402

entering Zurich.

The identity or goals of the hijackers

remains a mystery.

- Hey, look!

- Oh my God.

What we've just witnessed

is an execution by one of the...

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