"Most likey to succeed." They're the least likely words you'll find below old yearbook photos of ice cream deliveryman and a convenience-store clerk. But now this loose-fitting due must succeed at any cost. A dying scientist has plopped into their hands a bioweapon canister code-named Elvis and told them to speed it to a military base. Buckle up, fellas. The same assassins who dealt the scientist his deathblow will do anything to Elvis.