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Let's throw caution to the wind.

We both know we're more than friends.

Baby, we're in charge of how the story's gonna end.

Let's throw caution to the wind.

Man, you got the arrow the way up?

Yeah, throw snowballs.

It ain't the heat that's sweating you.

I can't believe we're carrying it.

Who the hell brought this one up?

Probably some computer nerd in Washington who ran about a million

scenarios. You know, when you think about it, it makes sense. Who'd believe

you'd move it by mail? Yeah.

What was that?

Sounds like a flat.

What the hell?

That was a Marine Yui!

I can't see!

Hold on!

Go! Go! Go!

Following in his father's footsteps as a naval aviator, Lieutenant Commander

Harmon Rav Jr.

suffered a crash while landing his Tomcat on a storm -tossed carrier at

Diagnosed with night blindness, Harm transferred to the Navy's Judge Advocate

General Corps, which investigates, defends, and prosecutes the law of the

There, as a JAG lawyer, he now fights in and out of the courtroom with the same

daring and tenacity that made him a top gun in the air.

Captain Boone was alive, but unconscious in the front seat, Lieutenant Rabb

steadfastly refused to eject, and despite his known night vision

successfully completed an extremely difficult night carrier landing.

Lieutenant Rabb's flying skills and valorous actions are in the finest

traditions of the Naval Services and reflect great credit upon himself, Naval

Aviation, the JAG Corps, and the United States Navy.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb, you may single -handedly give lawyers a good

Congratulations. Thank you, Mr. President.

Well done, Commander.

Thank you, sir.

Very well done, sir. Don't overdo it, Mr. Roberts. He's a naval aviator.

With his wings comes an ego as big as an admiral's.

One or two stars, sir.

I was joking, sir.

Lieutenant JGs don't joke with admirals, son. Could get him transferred to a

supply ship in the Aleutians. Joking is strictly an admiral's privilege.

Yes, sir.

So you joined JAG, bud.

Yes, sir. I'm attending law school at night.

When he gets the night off, I'm assigning him to your section,

section, sir? He's here because Lieutenant Austin recommended him as his

aide before she transferred out.

Do you disagree?

No, sir.

Mr. Roberts will make a fine aide, Admiral.

You're not staying for the reception, sir? No, neither are you.

Afternoon, Admiral. Afternoon. Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb.

Major Sarah McKenzie.

Mack.

Help me, sir!

Harm.

You two know each other? Yes, sir. No, sir.

Well, I'm sorry, Major. Of course I don't know you.

I just...

Had a moment of deja vu.

Must be the uniform.

No, actually, she was in the Navy.

Don't get too familiar. You're going to work together.

Mr.

Roberts, do you know any military protocol for entering a vehicle with a

officer? Sure, yes, sir. One of the first things I learned at NROTC.

When entering a vehicle with a senior officer, the junior officer enters first

and the senior officer last. So when exiting the vehicle, the senior officer

exit first and the junior officer last.

You're the junior officer, bud.

Yes, sir.

I assume something's up involving Marines?

A U .S. mail truck was attacked crossing the Marine Air Station outside Yuma

this morning.

By Marines?

Well, that's what the FBI agents in the mail truck claim.

I don't believe it.

Neither does the Marine CO in Yuma. But that's not going to satisfy the

President, the press, and most important of all, me.

What were FBI agents doing in a mail truck?

Guarding the Declaration of Independence.

Yeah.

FBI helicopters have been seen flying down State Road 319, which has been

blocked by local law enforcement officers.

with the assistance of Marines from the air station since early this morning,

when reliable sources claim a nuclear weapon convoy was hijacked.

Local residents say these convoys have become commonplace over the past year,

the military reduces their nuclear arsenal to comply with nuclear...

deck! Most of the nuclear weapons that have been transported through this area

are intercontinental... As you were?

Well, it's already been leaked to CNN.

Not exactly, Admiral.

I planted a leak that a nuclear weapon was stolen, and ZNN bought it. Oh, that

makes me feel better, Mr. Webb.

Coffee, please, Petty Officer Tyner. Right away, sir.

Introduce yourselves to Clayton Webb, Special Assistant to the Undersecretary,

who has a point on this estate.

We're on point, Admiral.

The Declaration of Independence is a federal document. It's a State

investigation.

With the cooperation of the Judge Advocate General's Corps, of course.

Just call us Jack, Mr. Webb. It's not such a mouthful.

Rab, the state lost it.

We didn't lose it, Mr. Rab. We had it stolen by Marines.

McKenzie, assuming they were Marines.

Robert. The hijackers were in a Marine Huey, wore Marine camo, and used Marine

recon tactics.

If they're not Marines, they used to be.

And as you people in the Corps like to say, there's no such thing as an ex

-Marine. Or an ex -CIA agent.

Why was it being shipped?

Exposure to ultraviolet rays over the years has caused what was thought to be

irreparable damage.

And Winton Labs in San Diego has developed a molecular reconstruction

restore the parchment.

Assuming the hijackers weren't Marines, who could they be? The FBI is

investigating a troublesome militia group out of Idaho called the Defenders.

It's led by an ex -Marine recon colonel. What's the colonel's name?

O 'Hara.

Colonel Matthew O 'Hara.

You know him, Major?

He was one of the few Marines to come out of Vietnam with a Medal of Honor

around his neck instead of his widow.

What the hell is this?

My fellow countrymen, this morning, we, the defenders, took into safekeeping the

Declaration of Independence.

This document declares that we have certain inalienable rights.

Not the least of which is the right of the people to alter or abolish a

government that ceases to meet their will.

Is it the will of the people to have drugs poison our youth?

To have gangs rule our streets?

To live in fear in our skies, our cities, and our homes?

Why does the most powerful country on the face of the earth allow these whores

to persist?

It is time for that bureaucracy in Washington.

that calls itself a government, to remember that they are empowered to

will of the people.

To that end, we, the defenders, pledge, as did our founding fathers, our lives,

our fortunes, and our sacred honor.

The video you just received... Colonel O 'Hara?

Yes, sir.

You realize the resources they had to have to pull that off?

Well, actually, all they'd have to do is commandeer the satellite uplink the

reporter was using.

Tyner, give me the CO of the Marine Air Station in Yuma.

Yes, sir.

He's got brass.

I'll give him that.

He's a traitor and should be shot.

Since when did we start shooting Americans for saying what they think?

He's advocating anarchy, Major, and there are plenty of white -winged

looking for a voice like his to follow.

I don't think he's an extremist. He's told a damn declaration of independence.

That's pretty extreme in my book. I agree with Commander Rabb. I think the

colonel can be negotiated with.

For what? Free time on TV?

He's already got that.

Webb? The colonel's committed a crime on military property and worse tainted all

of us by being a former Marine. Now, the only way we're going to salvage any

credibility is to bring him in ourselves.

I agree, sir.

Let's do it.

Aye, sir.

That was the FBI.

Your patriot, who wants the will of the people served, just contacted us with a

slightly different message.

He'll return the Declaration of Independence in exchange for $500

No need to apologize, General Pike. It's not your fault.

Well, Mr. Roberts, you were right.

Three men posing as FBI agents commandeered the ZNN uplink truck at the

site.

Marines, FBI, and every law enforcement officer in a hundred -mile radius are in

on the hunt, so why do I feel like they're all eating dust?

Because Colonel O 'Hara wrote the book on desert warfare, sir. Did they give a

deadline on the exchange?

No. That's surprising.

How's the swap to be made? I wouldn't say.

I wanted to know if we were willing first.

Are we?

It's not my call, Admiral.

I've got a jet on the tarmac waiting for the three of us. Four.

Mr. Roberts seems to have some knowledge that might be of value.

Sir, yes, sir. Thank you, sir. I appreciate the Admiral's confidence.

I will do my best to live up to the JAG standard of... Don't change my mind,

son.

No, sir.

Admiral, this officer doesn't have any skills I need. He has enthusiasm, Mr.

Webb, and knowledge that's already pretty useful. Now, this may be your

investigation, but it's my Navy.

He goes.

I guess being adversarial comes from being a lawyer, Admiral.

No.

Being a SEAL.

Takeoffs in one hour.

Let's don't judge Mr. Webb too harshly. No doubt transporting the Declaration of

Independence was his responsibility.

If it's not recovered, he'll be spending his mornings reading the classifieds.

Yes, sir.

And so will the three of you.

Dismissed.

Hi, sir.

Do you have anything to pick up?

I'm a Marine, Harm. First to go. We always keep a packed bag in the car.

I guess that's the difference between sailors and Marines.

They keep golf clubs in my car.

You can fill me in on your colonel while I grab my gear.

What do you mean, my colonel?

We're both Marines, aren't you? It's just a figure of speech.

My major, we only have an hour.

Fifty -seven minutes.

Interesting.

Don't judge an apartment by its elevator.

Apartment? It's more like a storage facility.

Oh. Actually, it's a little bit of both.

Cold drinks are in the fridge. Thanks

What

do

you call this decor priority finishing my apartment is low on the list

Interesting use of a fridge.

I haven't had time to hook it up yet.

I think you just plug it in.

No outlet.

Ever think of hiring an electrician?

I like to do things myself.

I have a feeling your colonel is a lot like that.

Well, that's the second time you called him my colonel. And don't tell me it's

just a figure of speech.

Cubanas.

This will keep them from drying out.

Cuban cigars are illegal.

What, are you going to turn me in?

No, but it gives me insight into your character.

Boy, you are tough.

Colonel O 'Hara teach you that when you served under him? I never served under

him.

But you know him.

Every Marine knows him. He's a legend in the Corps.

And why would a legend steal the Declaration of Independence for money?

He wouldn't. Material things were never important to him.

You do know him.

And not just as a legend.

We have 33 minutes, Commander.

Do that.

I've got great timing.

I love you, Colonel.

It's not me. It's the word.

They've forgotten the word, and I simply reminded them that.

I think you're underestimating the impression you've made, sir.

America has a very short attention span, Captain.

We're nothing more than breaking news.

We'll be as forgotten as Gorbachev in a year if we don't keep reminding them. I

disagree.

America's looking for a hero to follow.

You're it.

If you call for action against the government, the people would act.

Captain Cahill, I didn't spend 32 years defending this country to lead an

insurrection.

My goal is to wake Washington, not set it aflame.

With all due respect, sir.

If it gains us our objective, what's the difference? All the difference of the

world, Captain.

Your way is treason.

Mine is loyal opposition.

With your permission, I'll check the perimeter.

Permission granted.

It is time for that bureaucracy in Washington that calls itself a

remember that they are empowered to serve the will of... Notice how crisp

well -lit he is?

He's got with a digital beta cam and halogen lighting.

He's right.

They got their hands on broadcast quality gear, big buck stuff.

Where'd you learn this, bud?

Night school.

I've been taking a soft war course called Sat Lies and Video Rape. What?

It's a play on the movie title Sex, Lies, and Videotape. Sat is short for

satellite. Lies is self -explanatory.

And video rape is the process by which... I get it. I thought you were

law courses at night.

It's an elective.

How's he going to make his next broadcast if he can't commandeer the DNN

again? He doesn't have to.

He's news. We'll let him have it any time he wants.

Well, he's not going to show up here.

Well, he probably has his own satellite uplink, sir.

He can broadcast the DNN from anywhere.

Can we locate him when he transmits?

Not precisely, sir.

His transponder will have a 2 ,000 -mile footprint.

Of course, we could use rivet joint to narrow that down.

Uh, excuse me.

What's rivet joint? That's classified.

Maybe we should continue this conversation outside.

Thank you.

Anytime, Commander.

You just turned yourself a flight back to Washington, mister.

Get easy, Webb. He didn't give him anything.

Rivet's joint is super secret. No, it's not.

There was a story on it in Aviation Week last month.

There was?

Uh -huh.

We're working on that leak.

Someone care to fill me in?

Rivet Joint is an electronic surveillance aircraft we've been using

war.

I've got it standing by.

If he uplinks to anyone for more than 30 seconds, we'll nail his location.

I want that uplink fan confiscated and the news crew held in Comunicado as

material witnesses.

Yes, sir. You're making a mistake, Webb. No, Lieutenant Roberts did.

If that local reporter mentions Rivet Joint, the colonel will know my game

He wasn't a local reporter, sir. He was from Atlanta.

Didn't you recognize him?

Keep him away from me.

Thank you, sir. Ma 'am.

Next time, think before you engage your mouth, bud.

Aye, sir.

Harm, the investigation could move faster if we split our time.

How about if I interview General Pike and you check the hijack site?

Makes sense. We'll meet back at the base. Have someone still work here in

.O .Q.? Will do.

Maybe I should go with you, ma 'am. Good idea. No.

The general may speak more freely to a fellow Marine.

Let's move it!

Take me back.

What's wrong?

Nothing. You and Lieutenant Roberts checked the site. I decided to go with a

major. Why?

I get air stick.

She headed the wrong way. The base is south.

You want to tell me what you're up to?

I must have got turned around.

You know where Colonel O 'Hara's gone to ground, don't you?

How would I... Damn it, Major, enough.

I'm not a fool.

Who is he to you?

Colonel O 'Hara's... my uncle.

Colonel O 'Hara is your uncle and you didn't tell me? I thought you knew when

we're playing at KG. I'm not that devious, Mac.

Yeah, well, somebody is.

I got pulled off a double murder case to work this investigation, and I doubt it

was because of my vast experience with male holdups in Arizona.

Well, it wasn't the Admiral. He shoots straight from the shoulder.

Well, on the other hand, it's probably devious taking a leak.

Who are you calling?

Admiral Chegwin. Wait a minute.

What happens when you tell the Admiral that Colonel O 'Hara is my uncle?

He'll ask you where he might be.

And I'll refuse to answer.

I wouldn't do that, Mac. Not to Admiral Chegwin. He's liable to charge you with

dereliction of duty.

And he'd have every right.

So please, don't make the call.

Then I'll be the one withholding information.

If Webb and that FBI SWAT team get a hold of him, who knows what'll happen.

So far, no one's been hurt.

Give me a chance to keep it that way.

Let me reason with my uncle, please.

Only if I go with you.

Impossible.

I don't know his militia. They might believe me going to join them, but not

of us.

Okay, you go.

I said, okay.

Hello? Bud, you alone?

Yes, sir, I am, sir.

How are things?

Weird, sir.

Mr. Webb is spending all his time in an FBI van that's sprouting more antennas

than the ants crawling up my leg.

What kind of antennas?

Little black ones, sir. It's about half an inch long.

Tiny hairy feelers that... On the van, bud.

Oh, they'll work, sir. I'd say they're capable of scanning everything from

signals to satellite.

Well, sounds like Mr.

Webb has found a place to stay cool.

I wouldn't know, sir. He won't let me in.

Look at the positive side, bud. As long as Webb's in the van, he isn't bugging

us. You onto something, sir?

No.

We took a wrong turn. We got lost.

We're going to look for a place to eat and then head back to the base. I could

use a little of that, sir.

You're not far from humor. It's got to be a pizza delivery.

Good idea, sir.

And, bud, if Webb starts getting to you, you have my permission to exercise an

admiral's privilege.

Understood, sir.

Stay cool, Lieutenant.

Webb had you assigned an investigation and hopes you'd lead him to your uncle.

He's probably monitoring our cell phones.

He may even have a bug in this car.

We'll have to ditch it and pick up another one.

Mr. Roberts!

Yes, sir.

What are you doing?

I'm afraid that's classified, sir.

I believe my clearance is higher than yours, Lieutenant.

Can you verify that, sir?

Take my word for it.

Yes, sir.

It's counting satellites.

What? Well, NASA developed it. All that's required is 20 -20 vision and the

ability to stare directly into the sun.

By moving your hand rapidly up and down, you create a shutter effect.

Which freezes the images of distant objects onto the iris. With a little bit

practice, you're able to distinguish between satellites, planes, birds,

party balloons.

All I'm doing is going blind.

Well, that's why they stopped using it, sir.

Admiral, sir, Colonel O 'Hara is back on CNN.

You're a three -two pitch.

That government has authority only because the people permit it.

Your overwhelmingly positive response has struck fear into the heart of the

bureaucracy. In desperation, they have leaked a rumor to the media that the

defenders are willing to obtain the Declaration of Independence for a half

billion dollars.

That did the government lie.

All we require with the safe return of this document are elected officials who

are willing to put the needs of the people above their own.

That was Colonel Matthew O 'Hare. You get a fix?

Somewhere in the four corners.

That's over a thousand square miles of desert.

He wasn't on long enough to pinpoint.

26 seconds.

That's good.

Never been this close to anything worth half a billion bucks before.

Is that all the civvies you packed?

Yeah, I didn't know I was going undercover.

Is your date?

Oh, is that the story I'm supposed to tell my uncle?

Yeah, you tell him we were on a camping trip, you saw him on TV, and you tell

your pop in for a visit.

Hey, there's a bed back here.

So?

Well, it's our cover story.

Hey, I'd top her off if I was you.

She is a guzzler.

Besides, there's not another station for 74 miles that way.

Gets me everybody with less than half a tank.

That is a big one coming.

Folks, look out for flash flooding.

Any bank on this?

Navy voucher. Good as cash.

I'm not doing nothing illegal, am I? What could be illegal about renting your

pickup? I don't know, but I don't want to do nothing illegal.

Not for no 200 bucks.

You might tell me where we're going?

North.

Figured that much out for myself.

I'm taking you with me. Isn't that good enough?

Not if you try and lose me first chance you get.

Colonel must be one hell of an uncle.

He raise you or something?

Or something.

Just trying to understand why a Marine officer would lay it all on the line.

He's a man with strong personal conviction.

I was talking about you, mate.

That's a very nice smile, and I'm sure most of the time it gets you what you

want. But I don't know you, Commander, so if you don't mind, I'll keep my

personal reasons to myself.

I keep forgetting I don't know you.

Déjà vu again?

Only whenever I see your face or hear you talk.

I wouldn't know about your smile. I haven't seen one yet.

There's not much to smile about.

I guess not.

Sounds like I have a twin out there.

Not anymore.

Thank God it's still here.

I don't see any buildings.

They were razed years ago.

What was left, the desert took.

Except for this old thing.

Hey, this is my kind of place.

Eats, live rattlesnakes, and UFO information.

About a mile out there is Red Rock Mesa.

That's where we used to look for them.

What?

UFOs or rattlesnakes?

Icknights.

Ick what?

Ignite. Dinosaur tracks.

Much more fun than hunting their bones, the tracks tell a story.

Were they hunting, running, playing?

Never thought of dinosaurs playing.

Isn't it a hell of a long shot, him being up there, Mac? No.

There's a huge cave we camped out for a month and never saw another soul.

A month hunting dinosaur tracks?

And drying out.

Colonel's an alcoholic.

No, I am.

I haven't had a drink since I was 19, thanks to him.

So how do we get up there?

Only two ways, by climbing or helo.

It's too dark to climb, so unless we sprout wings, he'll have to come to us.

How do we get him to do that?

We let him know you're here.

Colonel, there's light flashing in the desert.

Looks like some kind of signal, sir.

It's Morse code, sir.

S -O -S -S.

Sorry, sir, I can't make out the rest.

A -R -A -H.

Help.

Sarah?

What if my uncle thinks it's a trap?

He's marine recon.

He'll scope us, and we won't even know it.

You hear that?

To Huey.

I've spent over 200 years complicating it.

Times are more complicated, Uncle Matt.

Truth is never complicated.

Right and wrong is never complicated.

Sometimes it is very complicated, like right now.

Sarah, you didn't come here to join me, did you?

Uncle Matt, what did you expect Washington to do? Agree with you on CNN?

Say that they're a bunch of self -preserving bureaucrats and promise to

I'm not naive, Sarah.

Well, then why did you do it?

Because I saw the torch lying there, and no one was picking it up.

Maybe she's really his niece, like she says. Come to join us, like she says.

Maybe she really captured the guy who was tailing her, like she says. Or maybe

it's just a cover story for our benefit. Maybe they're really feds. Here to do a

little trading.

Colonel ain't gonna trade it for money.

We're not talking about money, Garrett.

We are talking half a billion.

I could buy God for half a billion. Don't you go get and blaspheme.

Okay, maybe not God, but at least the Pope.

How long does it take to eat?

That depends.

Is this major a looker?

7 .6.

Wait, wait, you break it down into tenths. I used the Richter scale.

He's back up on his cell phone.

Hello?

Elma. It's Billy.

I ain't talking to you, Billy. Not after Saturday night.

That's not Rab.

Where?

At Mickey D?

No, I was thinking about breakfast and bed at Desert Inn.

Where'd you get the money for breakfast at Desert Inn? It's Commander Rab's cell

phone. Navy rented my pickup for 200 bucks.

What the devil are you talking about, Billy?

Said he did when he gets Carl scratched up in the scrub.

What?

What's happening?

Robin McKenzie jumped ship, and I'm going to court -martial them for it.

Sir? Let's go. Sir?

Looks like they know where the colonel's hiding. They switched vehicles so we

can't track them. How are you tracking them?

How are you tracking them, sir?

Apple's quibbling.

I'm calling.

The hell you are!

I go where Admiral Treadwind learns that you are wiretapping his JAG team. How

else could you know about Admiral's privilege?

Under Chapter 13, Section 5 .2, Subheading Alpha of the Code of Conduct

Federal Investigations involving military personnel, wiretapping is

by any agency or individual.

Get it, damn it, get it!

Break camp and load the declaration into the helo.

What's up, sir? This position's been compromised. We're pulling out the dog.

How about him, sir?

By the time he climbs down to the road and finds the phone, we'll be long gone.

Yes, sir.

I hope you realize that Sarah only took you prisoner because it was the safest

course of action for you.

Well, I'd like to think that was the reason, sir.

Believe me, Commander, it was.

I loved Sarah for coming here as she did, but it was a foolish thing to do.

Must be a family trait, Colonel.

Perhaps it is. She's thrown away a promising career.

Not yet, sir.

If you win this now, Colonel, I could recommend the Major use your initiative

locate and negotiate the return of the Declaration.

I'd sacrifice my life for Sarah, Commander.

But not my belief.

Which belief is that, Colonel? The one I heard on CNN or a half a billion

dollars? That's a damn lie put out by the government to discredit me, and you

know it.

Colonel, how did you know the declaration was being moved?

I'm embarrassing the State Department on the Internet.

So they leaked that the declaration was being moved in a nuclear convoy, hoping

I'd try to take it.

How did you know it was in the mail truck?

We followed the convoy from Denver to Flagstaff.

That mail truck split off in the morning and joined up at night.

Didn't take a genius to figure out what they were doing.

I wonder if Webb came up with that himself or if it was his computer.

Webb? No one gives a damn about scratching the government car.

Well, they do if they pay taxes.

Which way did they go?

Well,

how long ago?

I don't know. A couple of hours, maybe.

Let's go.

Sir, didn't we find out what they were driving?

Good idea.

What are they driving, mister?

Billy? I found them here last April.

They weren't here a year ago.

Two years ago, Sarah.

A year ago, you were in Bosnia.

You're right.

Well, it's strange, isn't it?

They lay hidden for 150 million years, then reemerge in a single winter's

runoff. Mac said they tell a story.

Yeah, if you use a little imagination.

These were made by a large carnosaur.

That's a meat -eater. And these by a sauropod.

What? Carnosaur's dinner?

With a little imagination, you can visualize the carnosaur stalking the

sauropod. Maybe they were just using the same trail.

That's another way to look at it.

There's always another way to look at something, Colonel.

I have a feeling you're about to point one out, Commander.

If I may, sir.

You see returning the Declaration of Independence to Washington as an end. I

it as a beginning.

It proves you didn't take it for money, and a trial gives you a public forum in

which to plead your case to the American people.

And it would save Sarah's career.

To hell with my career. I don't want to see you in prison, Uncle Matt.

He won't necessarily go to prison.

State set you up because you were thorn in their side. If I can prove your

Internet revelations are true... They are, Commander.

Well, it just may be enough to get you a suspended sentence, sir.

You offering to defend me, Commander?

Yes, sir. You realize the implications it might have on your career?

Yes, sir.

Where'd you find this sailor, sir?

In a rose garden, Uncle Matt.

Ready, sir.

There's been a change in plans.

I'll drop you and the men off at the car and go on with my niece and the

commander.

Sir? I contacted ZNN. Their reporter and cameraman are waiting at the

crossroads. What are you going to do, Colonel?

Return the Declaration of Independence and plead our case to the American

in court.

What about the half a billion?

Sergeant, there never was a half a billion.

We didn't do this for money. I don't believe you, Colonel.

You're collecting.

We want our share.

Put those weapons down, Sergeant.

You with me, Garris? For a quarter of a billion dollars?

You better believe me. Damn it! I said put those weapons down!

Killed him.

I didn't want to do that, but I'll be damned if I'm letting a half a billion

dollars fly away.

Get in, Colonel. You're flying us out of here.

You'll have to shoot me, too.

No. We'll have to shoot your niece.

Yeah,

but where'd they go?

Listen.

to come aboard?

Permission granted.

Place your left hand on the Bible and raise your right hand.

Do you swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?

I do.