the door opens and the president and his advisors rush in. david flops down into a seat, quickly flips open his laptop which reads: 00:05, 00:04.
thick with tension. everyone is white-knuckled, anxious for take off as they taxi quicky down the runway.
the president is deeply contemplative. constance sits down next to him. she knows what he's thinking.
the center f. a-18 on the radar map begins to flash yellow, just under its image. we see a video display of its flir targeting system, locked on.
fighter after fighter begin to disappear from the display screens.
back in the passenger section, the president sits with general grey and chief of staff nimziki. the technician from the command module is briefing them.