Ben 10: Alien Swarm Page #3

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became possessed by his work.

Why?

He said these things

posed some kind of threat.

The Plumbers didn't believe him,

so he took them.

Now they won't lift

a finger to help him.

[ sighs ]

And Max is kind of a stickler

about the Plumber rulebook.

This is where l found those

chips in storage canisters.

They were all over the place.

Looks like your dad

had business with Ship-lt.

You think he could have

sent the chips somewhere?

Well, whoever has your dad

wanted these chips.

The freak from the drop.

Do you know who that is?

l have no idea.

l just want my father back, Ben.

We'll get him.

l promise.

Who are you?

What do you want?

We want to help you.

No thanks, we're good.

Just browsing.

Whoa, look at their eyes.

lt's not just their eyes.

Look, the chips.

They're infected.

They're being controlled.

We want you

to meet the queen.

And we would love

to do that,

but all the bowing

and curtsying, l don't think so.

There's too many of 'em,

like they were expecting us...

like this is a trap.

No, l swear it!

Looks like we could

use some help.

From a static squiggly blob?

Not good.

Fire escape! Run!

Ben!

[ grunts ]

Whoa!

ELENA:

No!

What do we do?

Okay, l think l got it.

So if these chips are

actually alive,

like some form

of techno-organic interface,

then the watch must

be in overdrive to scan 'em.

Can we have this pop quiz

another time?

Maybe l can redirect the scan

back at the chips,

if l can just boost the power.

l got it!

[ grunts ]

Hey, not bad.

Not great, either.

Come on, let's go!

Elena, get on!

Thanks.

You're pretty good

on this thing.

And you can hold your own

in a fight.

So what do we do now?

Visit the shipment center

and find out what your

dad was up to.

Maybe even find your dad.

Whatever he sent

is long gone now.

You sure about that?

This was dated today.

l thought you said he's been

missing for weeks.

He has.

You believe me, don't you?

l believe...

we'll find something

at the Ship-lt.

Who were you gonna

sell the chips to, Victor?

l keep telling you...

l had to take them.

lt was for research.

Those chips,

they're a threat.

They're planning something.

MAX:

That is a lie!

They're dead!

The lab boys said they're

nothing but alien tech,

no threat at all.

Who's your buyer?

The hive, they want us!

They're coming for us, Max!

They're coming for us all!

l'm telling you

the truth, Max!

You're gonna have to do

better than that, Victor.

l know you.

Gramps has a great

bedside manner there, Gwen.

Validus was like,

his prized pupil.

l think Max really felt

his betrayal.

l wonder if...

You think Max's getting

stabbed in the back

is keeping him

from seeing straight?

That would make...

Ben right.

And that's a scary thought.

And not just because

l hate it when he's right.

So, what if this loony

isn't so loony?

What if the chips

weren't dead?

Like, some kind of

species of insects

that can remain dormant

for decades.

l learned that from watching

The Science Channel.

Your depth of knowledge

astounds.

COMPUTER:

Now commencing thermal and

spatial analysis of all targets.

Have any luck getting a trace

on their energy signature?

Your wish was my...

headache inducing project.

COMPUTER:

Targets identified.

Absolute locations displayed

in a radial curve,

commencing at 38 degrees

latitude...

The chips are showing up

in a 100-mile radius.

Kevin! You did it!

The cheek?

l find all

the big bad alien chips,

and all l get is a kiss

on the cheek?

Greatest

concentration of chips...

is clustered here.

lt's the Ship-lt distribution

center.

lt's only about an hour

from here.

Are you thinking

what l'm thinking?

That we're going against orders

and are no better

than Ben.

You had to mention it.

COMPUTER:

Destination at absolute distance

of 49.87 miles.

Come on, it's open.

lt's open, huh?

lt's open now.

Remind me why we drove

all the way out here again.

They were here, Kev.

We're too late.

Yeah.

That's what l get, too.

And there's, like,

nothing here anymore.

There's something.

Let's check it out.

London, Paris, Shanghai.

These orders originated

from this location,

and are headed

all over the world.

Literally.

Air, sea,

by every means, they have.

Must be thousands

of crate orders.

Maybe 100,000.

Kevin, what do you think

it means?

lt means we're at least

one step behind

something disturbingly huge.

MAN:

May l help you?

Um, hi,

we just had a few questions.

Ship-lt is closed right now.

Please return during

regular business hours.

And what are you

doing here in the dark?

We are workers.

We live to obey.

Well, you must be

employee of the month.

Look, Mister, we just need

to take some of these documents

for a little

school project.

l'll bring 'em right back

after we turn in our report.

Okay?

No, you will remain.

You will join us.

l'm gonna have to insist.

Your desires are irrelevant.

The queen's will supersedes all.

Well, tell your queen

to supersede this.

What's that weirdo doing?

Don't know.

Praying to the great god

of bubble wrap?

Kevin!

Okay, these chips are now

officially an issue.

That's new.

They couldn't form

solid shapes before.

Could the chips be learning?

Come on, not the glass!

That's custom!

Let's get out of here!

Thank you for using

Ship-lt.

You should teach

a driving class.

Defensive drivers

are the safest drivers.

Looks like we have

company.

[ engine revs ]

l think they're

getting smarter.

Then so will we.

Okay, so we gotta get smarter

and faster.

Watch out!

The Ship-lt office

is right up over here.

[ engine roars in distance ]

What was that?

The most obnoxious muscle car

in the world.

We're taking a detour.

l can't lose 'em!

Kevin, no!

Hang on!

[ coughs ]

Are you okay?

Yeah.

lt hurts when l laugh,

but l don't think

that'll be a problem.

l don't know who's behind

all this,

but they're gonna fix my car!

You think they gave up?

l don't know.

Maybe they just wanted

to scare us.

[ metal creaking ]

Well, they succeeded.

[ roars ]

Nice timing.

That's kinda whatev.

That's kind of a nightmare.

lt's got Humongusaur!

l wouldn't count on it.

Oh, no.

Don't do what l think

you're gonna do.

[ roars ]

[ panting ]

That was so cool.

Are you okay, Ben?

You destroyed my car!

What were you doing here?

Well, l had a sudden urge

to ship something overnight,

and suddenly we're up to our

neck in your girlfriend's chips.

And that's right about the time

you came along

and annihilated my car!

Those chips aren't mine!

l was trying to warn you!

Thanks.

l'll consider myself warned.

They're more than just

autonomous tech.

We found a hive of them

at the Ship-lt office,

and they've infected

the clerk.. absorbed him.

Yeah, we just ran into

his extended family

and they wanted to adopt us.

No kidding.

They must have analyzed

the threat and evolved.

They're clearly a highly

adaptive species.

And it looks like they still

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