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Sometimes Julie overdoes it a bit. I told her to take it easy.

Oh. It looks like Robert Martin isn't here anymore.

That's not what I was told.

The database was just updated.

Pneumonia I understand. But, letting a subject die during an interrogation?

That's just irresponsible.

Sorry. Anyway, Charles Drake should be coming right out.

That leaves Charles Drake.

Well. Drake it is.

How you doing today, Charlie?

They really went to town on you, huh?

I got some good news. You're getting out a here, buddy.

So, what do you want to try next with Drake?

I don't know.

How about the microwave?

I heard that wasn't gonna come in for another couple weeks.

No. It came in this morning.

That's right. Prisoner transfer.

I don't know where they're sending you

but it's gotta be better than this place, right?

Okay. Let's go.

Someone's gonna change your clothes and walk you out of here, okay?

He doesn't have any fillings, does he?

No. I checked earlier.

That's good. You don't want to see what happens to someone with fillings.

I've seen it.

Gnarly old burn marks all over the inside of their mouth. God.

And this guy, it wasn't even in his records.

He must have had it done in Tijuana or something.

Anyway, they turned the emitter on and sparks just started flying from this guys mouth.

And the emitter tech, he pukes on me.

Did they move him?

No.

So, he's in here. 'Cause I know he didn't escape.

No! He's not in here!

I know that.

So, they moved him.

That kind of thing happens all the time. Let's go check with the front desk.

Have you seen a Charles Drake?

Yeah. He just left.

Stop.

They're gone.

What? You're just gonna let them get away?

No. I'm going to send a team out after them and bring them back

the same way we did it the first time.

I'm saying we use the tools available to us.

Alright? Track them with their cell phones. They have GPS.

Where's Martin?

They probably killed him.

Wait. What? How do you know?

Two reasons:
One, he wasn't there this morning.

Two, they don't transfer people out of there.

We can't go anywhere we've ever been.

So...

We... we. They know where we've been.

They know everyone that we know. They know everyone that we've ever talked to.

They're probably tracking us right now. Turn off your phone.

Where am I supposed to go?

I don't know!

Out of town.

Take 280 south. I need some time to think.

Can you bring up the lobby cameras for me please?

Sure.

Alright. Back that up five minutes.

Okay.

Alright. Wait. Pause. Who's that?

Can you enhance that resolution a little bit?

I can increase the contrast a little, but I can't add resolution that doesn't exist.

Alright. Whatever. Just, do that.

Okay.

Okay. Do an image search on him.

Damn it!

That's the kid from the park. That's Stephenson.

Go to Decimate's house.

I don't know where he lives.

Head north on 19th.

Up early, Will?

I need your help.

Again?

I'm in trouble.

I warned you about that.

I know. I get it, more than you know.

I doubt that. But continue.

We got Hash.

Oh, don't tell me that.

He's in the car.

Whatever. Get inside before someone sees you. Douche bag.

You brought him here? Will, this is bad.

I know. We're going to get caught.

And they're going to try and take me down with you.

I'm sorry. But, I know what Shepherd is.

So do I.

I can't let it go.

So, you went the way of the activist. Does this mean you're

willing to accept the consequences?

They're going to come and get me.

I'm not asking you to hide me. I'm asking for your help in taking them down.

Shepherd is wrong.

What are you doing here?

Does it matter? Will, what the hell have you done?

What do you want this time?

We need to take them down, or at least break them before they find us.

You got Hash out, which I have to say, more than I thought you'd manage.

But, attacking DHS and NSA? Will, it's crazy, even for me.

We can't let them get away with this. I... I can't... I can't live with it.

The NSA is a company mainly populated by people like me.

You don't stand a chance.

Then we notify the media.

Haven't you ever heard the term "media conglomerate"?

Damn it, Decimate. Don't you believe in anything!?

Survival. And what you're talking about? Not how I do it.

Information should be free.

Don't be naive, Will.

Nothing is changing.

You either play the game and thrive, or fight it and lose!

I don't lose.

Will's right. We can't let them take him.

Sure we can. In fact, it's probably the best option we've got right now.

Sometimes the best way to deal with a thing... is to go through it.

I thought you were his friend?

I am.

After seeing you here though, I wonder if he feels the same way about you?

I have a lot of work to do before sunrise, so...

What happens at sunrise?

Don't wake them. They're going to need what little rest they can get.

When are you going to get some furniture?

When I get around to it.

Heat? Really? You are such a guy.

Good morning, people!

I've got some bad news.

DHS is outside and they've come for Will and Hash and Sudonym.

What?

How did they find us?

I turned you in.

You mean, we're just going to knock?

Those are the orders.

That's not a lot of fun.

I get that you're pissed. But, you're just gonna have to trust me.

Why?

Because I've got a plan.

And if you're plan fails?

Punctual. I like that.

Where are they?

It's alright. They're not going to do anything rough.

That's part of the deal.

Look, I don't trust you.

That happens. Get up.

I don't know who you are or who you're friends with.

But, this could have been messy. You just made our job a lot easier. Let's go.

Anything I can do to help. Have a nice rest of your day.

Well that's done.

Words are about conveying ideas.

The words "twenty days later" don't even begin to convey my experience.

Maybe Sudonym was right. Maybe I should have left it alone.

Hey, it's Will, right? Let me get this off of you.

I got some news for you, Will. You hear me? Hey.

Now they're telling me... and I probably shouldn't even be here...

but your friend... Charles?

He didn't make it.

I'm sorry that it has to come from me.

They couldn't revive him.

You know, I'm sorry.

I don't know who I am anymore. Maybe that doesn't even matter.

Call Timothy Elliot.

You're up early.

Late, actually.

They've had Will for three weeks, now.

I know. I just got the word: they're closing the facility in a week.

Well, then it's time.

I could try to justify all of this to you but in the end it really doesn't matter.

What you did is important, Will.

It's a big deal. It's probably the biggest thing that you'll ever do.

What do you want?

I want you to work for us. What can you do.

I'm a... I'm a hacker... a coder.

That's what Timothy told us. You still feel up for it?

What will you do with my code?

Now, we could sit here and talk about the seemingly fluid nature of morality

and your particular take on it, but like I said, that doesn't really matter.

I can get you out of here. I can get you doing work that you'll be proud of.

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