ony Hawkin wasn't really made for the FBI. He rarely hit what he aimed at, forgot his own code name, and had a tendency to panic at the slightest hint of trouble. Now he's gotten himself handcuffed to an attaché case with $2 million inside and stuffed aboard a hijacked DC-10 bound for Scotland, where he's chased through the countryside by the hijackers, Scots patriots, a crazy Cuban colonel, and half the police force. All of them want only two things—the money and Tony's head in a noose.

ony Hawkin wasn't really made for the FBI. He rarely hit what he aimed at, forgot his own code name, and had a tendency to panic at the slightest hint of trouble. Now he's gotten himself handcuffed to an attaché case with $2 million inside and stuffed aboard a hijacked DC-10 bound for Scotland, where he's chased through the countryside by the hijackers, Scots patriots, a crazy Cuban colonel, and half the police force. All of them want only two things—the money and Tony's head in a noose.