Put Into Words By: | | k i l l e r _ s u b | |
Hell of a Presidential Race, sir!
Everyday the same damn joke...
What the hell they make you out of?
Bourbon and poor choices!
With security at unprecedented levels
this isn't just a gathering of the world's most powerful leaders
it is the most protected event on Earth.
Welcome to London, Mr President.
What's wrong?
Nothing...
Bugs the hell out of me.
Get down!
An attack
has decimated the British capital.
Five of the world's leaders are now dead.
Stay with me! We'll get you out of here!
The American President...
Now!!
...is unaccounted for.
To our friends in the West.
Barkawi...
Number 6 on the ten list.
What do you want?
Your president.
That's not going to happen.
Then every death from this moment forward
will be on your head.
We have to find Barkawi
before he finds the president.
We're going to kill him slowly
and broadcast it live.
Yeah? Well you should've brought more men.
I will not be executed as propaganda.
You don't let them take me.
It comes to it, I want you to kill me.
That's an order.
London is just the first stop.
Just imagine every major city
descending into chaos.
Your president dies tonight.
To those who threaten our freedom
America will rise up.
Alright here we go!
And make no mistake
we will find you.
And we will destroy you.
Mike we're getting you out!
Go, go, go!
Rooftop, three o'clock!
Brace for impact...
Oh my God...