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All right.

Which way?

Nav map's gone.

Up.

Elevators and doors

will be security coded.

She's coming with us.

Clear.

Why would command send us into a

sh*t-storm without an umbrella, chief?

Need to know basis, fourpack.

Kinda sounds like something

we might need to know.

So does a pregnancy, corporal.

What about you, sweetheart?

You don't talk much, do you?

Yeah, wiki.

So we were married?

We were stationed

overseas together.

Our cover was newlyweds.

It was France.

Yes.

I can see just... Images,

flashes of things.

- What else?

- Nothing.

Our mission was compromised.

The day we were gonna go away

together where no one could find us.

I slipped away to get something.

When I came back, you were gone.

And you blame yourself?

Every single day.

But now you're here.

But how can I be?

I don't know, but I intend to find out.

Move.

I'll go and make

sure it's clear.

They won't hurt you.

Save me.

Save me.

Hold your fire!

Christ, what the f***!

What happened?

Oh, Jesus.

Christ, man, what the f***!

Captain.

What happened?

I just saw something.

I'll tell you what happened.

You trigger-happy troglodytes

nearly killed me!

Take it easy!

It was an accident.

An accident?

Stubbing your toe

is an accident.

This is a f***ing disaster!

Calm yourself down.

She's a civilian, chief.

Then it's bloody

murder, isn't it?

Matthews, I think you should listen

to the gentleman with the gun.

Jesus Christ.

What did you do to her?

What the hell have you

franken-fucks been up to down here?

Corporal!

We just lost a man to one of

their science experiments, and

I wanna know what we're up against, and I

reckon you're just the man to tell us.

When you're about to kill a man,

it costs nothing to be polite.

You don't seem as distressed

as your colleague.

He was very attached

to his work.

And what line of work is that?

Safeguarded work.

Beyond your pay

grade... no offense.

Wik, let him go.

Fourpack.

Shoot that one.

No, no, no, no, no, no...

Wait, wait... wait!

No, no!

What are we dealing with?

It's... visual and auditory

hallucinations triggered by a

derangement of the synapsis

and neural enhancements.

I'm two cans short of a sixpack, so let's

try that again in English, d*ckhead.

Biomechanics.

The application of mechanical

principles to biological systems.

All right.

Matthews... Let him finish.

We'd just finished a radical

brain-grafting procedure.

A procedure on her.

That's when everything went crazy.

An orderly started screaming and

then she killed one of the nurses.

When the base went into lockdown we cut our

way up here into the ducting to escape.

But she's the cause.

You need to get rid of her.

That's enough.

O.K., no, you need

to get rid of her.

That's enough!

I say we waste them all and get the

f*** out of here and call it a day.

You and your men are in

over your heads, captain.

People drown that way.

In my line of work, that's

how we learn to swim.

My pay grade doesn't include

babysitting either, but I have

my orders, so you and your

little convoy are under my wing.

You do exactly what I say

when I say it, understand?

Perfectly.

All right, listen.

Up is out, and that's

where we're going.

Fourpack, you take point.

- Wik, cover our six.

- Got it.

Let's go.

Move.

Come on, move!

So, tell me, doc.

Darius.

Darius Caesar.

How does a woman I know to be dead end up in

a military base under the middle of nowhere?

Eve is a very special girl...

Although how she came to

us is beyond my knowledge.

Come on.

I'm sorry I can't give you the

answers you're looking for.

Well, you must have pissed in

somebody's pockets to attract

the attention of the

brass upstairs.

You strike me as a man who understands

the nature of clandestine work.

What we do here isn't exactly

sanctioned by the government.

Which government?

F***.

That was on this level.

Move.

Move it, move it.

For God's sake, get up.

Get up, go.

Move! Get down!

Is this really a smart idea?

Crawling headfirst into mayhem?

That's the way we

enter the world.

May as well go out the same way.

I was a breech birth.

- I think I should head back this way.

- Move!

O.K.

Weasel.

Cease fire, cease fire!

This is echo 3!

Identify yourself.

What do you want?

You're all against me!

It's echo 2 and an unknown.

What's going on?

Are they shooting at us?

Echo 2, this is friendly

echo 3, lower your weapon!

Identify yourself!

Wik, move up.

Cover us here.

Like a rug, chief.

Identify yourself!

Show me your hands!

Show me... Show me your hands.

Kill them.

Chief.

What happened?

You tell me.

What's going on?

Are we clear?

You keep this to yourself.

Keep what to myself?

I've got no idea

what just happened.

Are we clear?

We're clear.

Move.

Move!

Good luck, Matthews.

Damn it.

One's missing.

Good, leave the

little rat to this maze.

What the hell happened here, chief?

Oh, my God.

It's close-range fire.

They did it to each other.

Yeah, but that

doesn't make any sense.

No, it doesn't.

You got some explaining to do.

I don't exactly know

what to tell you.

That's not good enough, doc.

I've been very reasonable.

But f*** it.

- I've already shot one civilian today.

- No, no, no, wait!

O.K., wait, wait, wait!

Wait.

What if I told you that every

Western world leader is

protected around the clock

by a psychic blocker?

Just like Emily here.

Protected from what?

Outside influences.

Remote viewers, or enablers,

as we've come to call them.

Remote what-ers?

The ability to gather

information from a distant or

unseen target using

paranormal means.

In the '80s, the Soviets

developed a paranormal division

to turn telepathic curiosities like Emily

and Eve here into weapons of espionage.

Now we have to take this threat

seriously, thus project genesis began.

Genesis?

Our own program testing the

validity of psychic combat.

Oh, that's great.

So, we've been sent down here

to pop a bunch of palm readers?

Now make no mistake, this

facility is under psychic attack.

By who?

That guy?

Prisoners just like him.

When you breached this facility, the

security safeguards went down momentarily.

The cells in the quarantine

area were opened.

These were our first

test subjects.

They've proven to be very

difficult to control.

Yeah, no sh*t.

This is bigger than

you or your men, captain.

There is an invisible

battlefield out there.

Psychic soldiers, able to turn

our enemies against themselves.

A whole frontline replacement.

Jesus Christ, you're insane.

What did they?

Well, one man's genius can be

seen as another man's insanity.

What did you do to me?

It is not what I did to you,

it is what I did for you.

What, a shitty haircut

and a bad stitch job?

When you came to this facility,

you were suffering from chronic

neurological seizures... you were dying.

I had to remove the offending part of

your brain and replace it with a donor's.

The interspecies grafting

procedure you have undergone

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