thing.
I'm so sorry.
I don't know your name or your rank.
Do I salute you?
You salute me.
Major Fleming.
Hi, I'm Jim Wilson. Grove Industries.
General Watson asked me to contact you.
He tells me you have some concern
about our AR-60s.
Damn right. It's about time
somebody took this problem seriously.
That's what I'm here for, ma'am.
I've got one set up down on C Range.
- I can run you down there if you like.
- I'd appreciate that, Mr. Wilson. Let's go.
What are you waiting for, soldier?
A presidential invitation?
The only thing our guys at Baton Rogue
could figure out...
was that the retaining ring
hadn't been bolted down correctly.
It doesn't click on like a bayonet joint.
If some dumb dogface
doesn't follow specs...
and tries to force it, it'll malfunction.
Malfunction? When a piece of metal
blows someone's head off...
that isn't malfunction,
it's defective manufacture.
It means that your company
allowed a design error to creep in.
Did you run the 310 test on them
as well as the 480 sequence?
No. I think we're going to find blowback.
- Blowback?
- Precisely.
If that retaining ring is misaligned,
a bullet could conceivably jam in the barrel.
At 20 rounds a second on full automatic,
the results naturally would be catastrophic.
Catastrophic is not the word.
I must tell you that the Army
has long suspected Grove Industries of...
What the hell is going on?
Give it five minutes.
Don't forget to unlock the safety catches.
It's got to look like a nice little accident.
That's for my friends at the Statue.
This one's for me.
So listen to this, George. Lymon four-puts.
Four-puts, mind you.
I thought he'd have a stroke.
And I'd have claimed it if he had.
I'm afraid there's been a serious incident
at the gas testing area.
Fatal, I'm afraid.
- That's terrible.
- What happened?
One of your assistants, Mr. Grove.
The first thing I'm gonna do is file a 1611.
And if that doesn't work
I'm gonna nail them with a 1098.
Who were those bastards, anyway?
That guy Wilson...
he's gonna wish he'd never been born
after I finish with him.
What the hell did he think he was doing?
Thank you.
By the way...
I guess I should also thank you
for getting me out of there.
I remember passing out, and then...
I think we'd better keep moving.
That's not the way, that's west.
The camp is up there.
I know. That's why we're going this way.
Come on.
I got to report this to General Watson.
Those people tried to kill us.
- Major Fleming...
- Rayner.
I hate to pull rank on you,
but I want Grove Industries as bad as you.
Okay, let's do it my way. Neat and tidy.
All wrapped up in one package.
How does that sound?
Sounds good to me, sir.
Gentlemen...
as of now this base is on Alpha-1 alert.
This is not an exercise.
I repeat, this is not an exercise.
Military secrets have been stolen.
A man has been killed
and Major Fleming reported as missing.
Our infrared heat sensors
indicate two targets...
moving west
toward the perimeter of the camp.
They must be intercepted and detained.
Sir, if there's resistance, do we return fire?
The security of the United States
is at risk, Captain. What do you think?
Gentlemen, you have your orders.
Haven't eaten this good in weeks.
- How're you feeling?
- Fine.
- You sure?
- Sure.
I'm going to be down at the lake.
You are deaf!
I have been stomping around here
for 10 minutes...
while you talk nonsense with this...
woman.
Pleasure to meet you, too.
Even worse...
you and the woman
gorge yourself on sweets.
Excuse me, but I do have a name.
Women should stay home and make babies.
Preferably man-child.
I see you both went
to the same charm school.
He always talks like that. He's Korean.
I see. And that explains
why he lives in a forest.
No. Actually he's here for a special purpose.
To kill me.
Not so.
I'm here to see that you do not bring shame
to the House of Sinanju.
And if I do, then you kill me.
That I would do