Alien Hunter Page #5

and some other men.

This is about the alien, isn't it?

My God, it's true.

Then I assume you've opened it.

How many fatalities?

Two by accident, four by infection.

The seven of us left

seem to have a resistance to it.

At least for the time being.

Have they contaminated

the environment outside the station?

Has the environment

outside the station been compromised?

No one's been outside.

What's going on, John? What's happening?

John, are you still there?

What you found in the ice

was an escape pod...

similar to our own aircraft ejection system.

On the night of July 2, 1947...

a similar vehicle

entered the Earth's atmosphere.

It landed near Roswell, New Mexico...

and started transmitting a rescue signal.

When they were retrieving

the unopened pod...

a ham radio operator named Gordon Osier...

stumbled on the frequency signal,

the same as you did.

He drove out

to the source of the transmission.

The aliens are carriers of the pathogen,

but they themselves are immune to it.

They were unaware of this

until they entered our planetary system.

Their first stop was Mars.

Total extinction took less than six months.

How do they communicate?

Is it some form of telepathy?

Yes. They never left their craft.

The recovery was robotic.

But they made it clear that night...

that they desperately wanted

to assimilate with us.

Did you contact it? Is it still alive?

It's dead.

None of that matters anymore.

The solution now is sterilization.

What do you mean, sterilization?

It's been decided.

A limited nuclear device is our only option.

- Tell them that help is on the way.

- No.

- I will not lie to them.

- We've got no choice.

God knows what they'll go through

in the next few hours.

They have a right to know

what'll happen to them.

Tell the truth, and I guarantee the integrity

of that station will be compromised.

A Russian...

submarine is on its way to you.

How the hell can they help us?

They're not coming here to help us.

How iong do we have?

Three hours.

I'm so sorry, Julian.

Thank you, Dr. Bachman.

I know how hard that was for you.

No way!

They can't do this.

They just can't kill us all.

I say we load the plane

and we take our chances.

Unless the weather improves

our chances are slim.

No one's going anywhere. We walk out

of here, we can infect the entire planet.

We're not infected, for Christ's sake!

- Can you prove that?

- Lf we were, we would be dead.

Somehow we've managed

to develop a resistance.

What about running blood panels

on us to verify it?

Protozoa is known to disguise itself

in cellular protein.

- Could we be resistant?

- Possibly.

But Shelly is right. We could be part

of some hidden cycle of replication.

Infectious without any symptoms.

It's nothing but theoretical bullshit!

We see it in plant resistance all the time.

Introduce a pathogen,

some die immediately...

while others quickly develop antigens

against the infection.

Every minute we waste is a minute

we could spend further away from here.

Everyone stays put

until Shelly runs the blood panels.

Then we decide what to do.

Why don't you go help her

get set up in the med lab?

I don't f***ing believe it.

It must be some sort of drill, sir.

Weapons conn.

EAM is properly formatted

for strategic missile launch.

Plot a firing solution and initiate

standby firing point procedures.

I hope you're right, Mr. Volkv.

- There's no sign of any pathogen.

- Are you sure?

Look for yourself.

There's nothing but healthy cells.

- It could be hidden in the protein.

- You know how unlikely that is.

How unlikely? What are the odds?

But not 100?

For Christ's sake, what are we waiting for?

I say we get out of here now.

What do you think, Alexie?

Without absolute proof

it would be incredibly irresponsible.

I don't know.

- What do you think?

- Lf there's no sign of it, I agree with you.

There's two. Come on, Kate.

- Do you want to die for nothing?

- No, I don't.

But if there's a chance we can spread this,

we have no choice.

Are you out of your mind?

There's no sign of it in our blood.

What more f***ing proof do you need?

- I'm not going anywhere with you.

- You stupid, f***ing b*tch!

- Give your gun to Grisham.

- Why?

- Because only you can fly the plane.

- That's all the more reason for me to keep it.

Give your gun to Grisham.

When I arrived, I noticed the main entry port

has a keypad to open and close.

- Is the maintenance bay port the same?

- Yeah, why?

I think we should reprogram the codes

in case someone decides to try and leave.

I'll show you how.

First, you need to punch in

the existing code, which is 7942.

It's waiting for the open command.

Four-number combination, then depress

the first and the third pads till they light up.

- Now the maintenance bay.

- Okay.

How long till we reach launch coordinates?

Eighteen minutes, captain.

Lock firing solution into computer

and set condition 1 KTX

for strategic missile launch.

Firing solution locked into computer

and condition 1 KTX

set for strategic missile launch, sir.

Gentlemen,

the release of a nuclear weapon

has been authorized.

This is not a drill.

- Are you okay, Michael?

- No.

I'm not okay.

How long since we spoke to Bachman?

Over an hour.

We don't have much time then.

This is insane.

If they were able to reach us on the radio,

there must be a hole in the storm front.

I'm increasingly convinced

we could make it out of here on the plane.

- Lf we could get to it.

- F*** the entry ports.

There's another way out of here.

So now we wait?

Now we wait.

- Wish I had a cigarette.

- Those things will kill you.

You always made me laugh.

I'm not ready to die.

You can't do this.

- Stop it!

- Get the gun!

Get the f***ing gun!

Please, stop!

Let's go! Let's get on out!

Run to the plane!

They're heading for the plane.

They can't get out. The ports are locked.

No, Julian, they're going

through the irrigation drains.

- What's he talking about?

- The cornfields.

You've got to stop them, Julian.

Go. I'm okay.

- I'm all right.

- Shelly, take care of Kate.

Ship is at launch depth, sir.

Flood tubes and spin-up ballistic

missiles one through five.

Mark depth, two hundred feet.

I hope to hell they know what they're doing.

Weapons conn.

Fire one.

It's away.

God help us.

Come on.

Let's go. We've got to get out of here.

We don't have much time. Come on!

- Wait a minute.

- We don't have time to waste!

My God. They were right.

We are infected.

So, we're infected.

- It doesn't mean we'll die.

- It might mean that others will.

- I can't do this. I'm not going.

- Yes, you are.

Who's gonna fly the plane?

You want to stay here

and wait and be blown into oblivion...

when we have a chance to get out of here?

Now let's go!

No. And you're not going either.

Michael, don't do this!

Michael, you can't go outside.

Stop! Look at the corn!

Come on.

Don't do this!

Help me, Julian.

What's happening?

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