Alistair MacLean's Air Force One Is Down

We have common enemies..

Terrorists, fundamentalists,

fanatics.

All units, we're a go.

He's on the move!

Keep going. Keep your eye

on the target.

Next one's for you, General.

The court sentences you

to spend the rest of your

life in prison.

You are puppets of NATO

and the US!

I pass sentence on you!

You're a common thug.

And your man Petrovic will be

joining you shortly.

It is Petrovic

who is closing in on you.

Tell Petrovic

I'm coming for him.

Welcome aboard,

Madam President.

Thank you, Colonel Walsh.

Have a pleasant flight.

Washington Central, we now have

multiple systems alerts.

Danger.

Air Force One, respond.

Air Force One is in a rapid

descent, losing height fast.

Pull up.

It was my unit who captured

the Air Force One and crashed it

into the sea. Not everyone

on board was killed.

Are you sure

they're local police?

They do seem rather methodical.

That's what they

want.. An exchange of hostages,

me for Dragutin.

Some of our greatest US

Presidents have been murdered

in office. It would be an honor

to join them.

My friends, my heroes,

my comrades in arms.

Where are the rest

of my people.. The ones

who were flying with me?

Madam President.

Go, go, go! Run!

We have the President.

Tell them to launch.

10, nine, eight...

Impact.

Target neutralized.

Okay, you think you can

do it again?

Yeah.

I'll hold you up.

Okay, I'm gonna try.

Okay.

I can try...

Shit.

Black Hammer Seven

to Engels Command.

Three minutes to target.

Synchronizing arming codes.

Engaging access calculator

on my mark.

Engels to Black Hammer Seven,

acknowledged. Proceed.

Target area clear for

live bombing round.

Engels to Black Hammer Seven,

radar contact zero,

incorrect flags zero.

Three, two, one, mark.

All systems normal.

Proceed with simulated

bombing round.

Acknowledged, Engels.

Commencing bombing round.

Vector correct.

Approach good for bombing round.

Start the intercept.

And you, English.

One minute to target.

Release bombs on my mark.

Five, four, three,

two, mark.

Releasing bombs.

Captain, bomb doors

aren't opening.

Engage emergency

override.

Engels, this is Black Hammer

Seven. We are aborting

bombing round.

Repeat, aborting bombing round.

We're showing multiple

systems failures.

What the hell?

Black Hammer Seven,

do you read me?

Initiate emergency override.

Systems down.

She won't respond.

Acknowledge,

Black Hammer Seven.

Reduce speed to 1,100.

Descend to 10,000 meters,

bearing 41 degrees.

Great.

Eject the crew.

Ejecting activated.

Black Hammer Seven,

your telemetry is offline.

What is your status?

The afterburners.

Engaging autopilot.

Okay, good.

05.

Excellent work, Captain.

I can't..

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Hello!

Hello!

Hello!

Hello!

Is there anyone there?

Well, the pit doesn't take

very long to fill up.

I'm sure we don't have to be

here much longer.

Careful. Careful.

Okay, do you think

you can do it again?

No.

I'll hold you up.

I.. I can't..

I can't do this anymore.

It's okay. It's okay.

He put them down the well

in their underwear.

I'm amazed she could fit.

Russian women have such

huge asses.

I have to piss.

Hope everything comes out

all right.

You guys all right?

Us?

Never better.

I came as quick as I could.

Was that a missile strike

we heard?

Yeah, we were playing

a little game of moving target.

Dragutin gave me

his tracking device.

You know, normal fun and games.

Where did you get

these clothes?

Long story.

I overheard a couple of

Dragutin's goons talking about

you, so I knew you were close.

The pit doesn't take

very long to fill up.

I'm sure we don't have to be

here much longer.

I have to piss.

I hope everything

comes out all right.

Sorry.

So did you get ahold of

Featherstone's boss?

Yeah, for all the good

it did. She thought

I was a prank caller.

I'm sorry.

I should have warned you.

I rather blotted my copybook

a few months back.

Oh, right.

Well, now he tells me.

Blotted it how?

I was set up

by the Russians, as it happens.

I was running an FSB Agent

named Irena Burak.

Well, Irena spun me a yarn

about hard liners in the FSB

who thought Defense Minister

Kosinski was too cozy

with the West.