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has not only saved your life,

it has made you unique.

One of a kind.

The next... - interspecies?

What the hell have

you put in my head?

What the hell?

Why, why, why did

you do this to me?

You volunteered!

You're gonna reverse whatever

the f*** you've done to me!

You're gonna reverse it!

Please!

You'd die if I tried.

Besides, the lab was destroyed

when they stormed this facility.

Eve, we'll find a way, but we've

gotta get out of here first.

No.

You were sent to kill me.

You... no, there's no other way!

Wiki, no!

She is bat-sh*t crazy

enough to pull that pin.

Whatever it is these pricks have been doing

to her down here, it's made her unstable.

She's right, chief.

We can't trust her.

She'll turn on us.

Or worse.

We'll turn on each other,

like these guys here.

You have no idea how

valuable she is.

She just needs time.

Time to learn to

control her abilities.

Well, time isn't a thing

we've got a whole lot of.

This belongs here.

You can find your own way out.

Piece of advice, captain.

If you find yourself going through hell...

Just keep going.

Yeah, I'll send you a postcard.

Saw.

This'll be over

before you know it.

This situation is fubar, chief.

I don't know if these shafts are

getting smaller or I'm getting fatter.

Can't we just get

out of here, chief?

Take the elevator?

We're one man down

with a civilian in tow.

Base security will cut

us down like flies.

What's the go with you

and blondie locks?

You ever felt like you've

been given a second chance?

What do you mean?

Can you hear that?

To go back.

Wash away a moment in time.

I'm not following you, chief.

It's nothing.

Forget about it.

It's a dog.

We could just leave her here.

Out of sight, out of mind.

It's a f***in' dog.

- What?

- Wiki.

Talk to me.

It's staring at me.

It's staring right at me.

Wiki.

Wik!

What the hell are you doing?

Oh, my God!

Chief, help me!

Chief!

Help me!

Shoot, please shoot it!

Shoot what?

There's nothing there, soldier!

Chief!

Shoot it!

God!

No!

Authorization accepted.

Move, go right now!

Here they come.

Move, move!

On the left, on the

left, on the left!

Let's go!

We need a way out!

Move!

Activation of

fire-prevention measures.

Move it, soldier!

Let's go, soldier, keep moving!

Stay with me, big guy!

Ah, f***!

Someone's playing with us.

Augh... move!

Go, go, go!

Move, move, move!

Turn back!

Fire in the hole.

Yes.

Someone's looking after us.

Why did you save them, Darius?

I think the Valiant captain might

still be of some use to us.

Ugh, we're not out

of the woods yet.

Looks like we've got a c-o-2

problem.

Where are you, Eve?

Where are you?

There.

What is your situation?

Listen, we had a deal.

I've got the information you needed... I

need you to get me the f*** out of here.

An instruction team

has been dispatched.

Your instruction team

almost killed me!

Please hold while

I transfer you.

Can you hear me?

Hello?? F***!

F***.

Come on, hurry up.

Stay back.

Please.

What are you afraid of?

You have no idea what

you're capable of.

And to me that makes you much

more dangerous than if you did.

Matthews.

I think you've just signed

your death warrant.

I have this burning feeling

that I... that I wouldn't have willingly

given myself over... To be an

experiment, a medical freak.

Well, part of you did.

And... part of you didn't.

Not gonna lie to you,

mate, it's gonna be tight.

No way.

I don't think I can do that.

Is there a problem, soldier?

Well, let's just say I

used to be a fat kid.

Would you rather suffocate?

- Honestly?

- Yeah.

Shut up and get your

fat arse up the pipe.

Everything feels wrong.

This body, my hair,

these thoughts.

They're not my own.

Cell to cell communication

between donors is not uncommon.

It's like putting two hard

drives into the same computer.

F***.

You through, big guy?

F***in' shafts weren't exactly

designed for the portly gentleman.

That's lucky for you...

'Cause you're no gentleman.

Yeah, lucky I can barely move

'cause I'd punch you in the face.

Would I still have died if

I hadn't have gone through the operation?

Died?

What are you talking about?

Caesar.

...he said I was dying.

- Dying?

- Far from it.

You came to us as one of the

most gifted remote viewers we'd ever seen.

Troubled, yeah... But

definitely not dying.

Darius wanted to amplify your

abilities, combining two

telepaths via direct

neural grafting.

He figured that a soldier,

like yourself, who was used to

taking orders, would be...

Easier to control.

Easier to control?

The other telepath donor was

less than willing, so to speak.

I was against it from the

start, for what it's worth.

Is that the donor?

I, um, I really wouldn't

do that if I were you.

You're not ready for that.

I can feel it.

I can feel it just

beneath the surface.

Oh, no.

I wanna go back.

I just wanna go back

to the way I was.

That's gonna be a lot more

difficult than you can ever imagine.

Why?

Because your memories are

lying in a petri dish.

...this is a preliminary interview

with corporal Sandra

bloom before the hearing.

Please state your full name

and rank for the camera.

F*** you... sir.

This is... just a

little formality to assess your

mental state before, uh, your court

martial on the charges of desertion.

I'm trying to help you.

There's no need to be hostile.

Can you tell me why

you tried to kill yourself?

Not myself.

The others.

Inside.

Inside... inside your head?

Too many people.

Too many voices.

So you shot

yourself to stop the voices?

I had to let them out.

How else are they

meant to get out?

They needed a door to get out.

Did it stop the voices?

Did you get them out?

Can you hear them now?

I can still hear your voice.

Even when your lips

aren't moving.

We can stop the voices.

And these charges against you,

we can make them disappear.

Do you understand?

O.K., but

you have to trust us.

You also need to understand

that your body and mind become

property of this facility until

deemed fit for service by

operation genesis facilitator

Dr. Darius Caesar or appropriate

ranked officer outlined in

said operational brief.

- ...I need a pen.

- Of course.

Is there a problem, corporal?

- Where do I sign?

- Just here.

Access denied.

Your trigger-happy boyfriend

should've gotten rid of you

when he had the chance.

I didn't spend four years

underground playing second

fiddle to a man with a

God complex for nothing.

This is my retirement.

[Breathes strangely,

You get out of my f***ing head.

Augh!

Get out of my f***ing head.

No!

Get out!

Come on.

Come on.

[Breathing changes to

Darius, are we going now?

Shh.

Darius, I won't be able

to block her soon.

Her abilities are quickening.

Emergency.

Structural integrity

compromised.

Containment protocols

are active.

You now have... 15...

minutes to evacuate.

Time to go, my dear.

Emergency.

Structural integrity

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