There was a madman holding people hostage on a beached aircraft carrier to the tune of very dramatic music. There were large, wide-shouldered men with mirrored sunglasses and automatic weapons patrolling the invisible hostages. My dad went after them, I think in a helicopter, but he was captured. I was running around frantically the whole time, enclosed in a maze of towering sandstone brick walls, unable to free the hostages or help my dad.