you're looking well, dutch.
we've got a real problem here, something right up your alley.
eighteen hours ago i was informed that one of our choppers, transporting three presidential cabinet members from this charming little country, was shot down.  . the pilots radioed from the ground that they were all alive. their position was fixed by the transponder beacon onboard the chopper. here.
that's the problem. apparently they strayed off course. we're certain they've been captured by the guerrillas.
we figure we've got less than twenty-four hours to catch up with them. after that, there's not much hope. we want a rescue operation mounted tonight. that doesn't give you much time.
you lift off in three hours. there's one other thing.
someone else will be going in with you.
i'm afraid those are your orders, major. once you reach your objective, dillon will evaluate the situation and take charge.
gentlemen, we're losing time. you'd better get your men ready. good luck, major.
orbit right. check it out!
if it hadn't been for her, he'd be dead now. that story she told us. i still can't believe it.