Dead Rising: Endgame Page #3

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us in through the emergency exit.

Then we're going to head

up to the fourth floor,

where the server

farm is located.

You gotta understand now that

Afterlife needs 24 hours

to sync all of the chips,

so it can administer the overdose

to every carrier all at once.

That's our window.

Once we're inside,

we need to take care of the

tech to monitor the system.

There's two doctors and 11 guards to

provide security to the whole building.

So we'll need to find

a way around them, too.

They get people

thinking that the wall

was built to keep

the zombies contained,

but I know the wall was built

to protect the server farm.

Once we're done, we'll have Chuck

extract us with his chopper.

His daughter has a chip.

He'll want to help.

Okay, so, what do we do when

we get there? Just blow it up?

No, no, no, no. You

destroy those servers,

Afterlife is

triggered immediately.

We need to get in there and shut

the service down, freeze 'em up.

So we freeze 'em with some

sort of virus or malware.

Yeah. You think

you can swing it?

As soon as I understand

the system's architecture, yeah.

I should be able

to handle it.

Here you go. Straight

from the source.

I had a bad feeling about this

right from the get-go.

I thought I'd snatch that up

and keep it for myself.

13 hours.

We better get going.

I think I can do this.

I'll call you back.

Carter's source

is George Hancock.

He works for you.

George Hancock?

Check his home

and office right now.

Destroy him or discredit

him immediately.

Call off Afterlife.

You can't pull the trigger

with Hancock on the loose.

We're talking about the

survival of the human race.

If push comes to shove,

I will stand before the american people

and explain why it was necessary.

Hancock knows we created

the first outbreak.

Are you prepared to tell the american

people you destroyed an entire city,

so you could take control of

Homeland Security? Call it off.

Put your dog on a leash

and then we'll talk options.

And show some

goddamn respect.

Where the hell is

George Hancock?

Hey, Jill.

I need someone

on the outside.

Bullshit, I'm coming with you.

Aside from everything else,

this is a huge story.

Somebody needs

to make sure it gets out.

No matter what happens...

-Don't talk like that.

-We gotta go.

Call Chuck. Make sure he's

standing by with his chopper.

And watch your back.

You might have to hold the handle down

a couple of seconds for it to flush.

Hey, just so you know,

my daughter's chipped.

How'd you get yours?

Fortune City.

Second outbreak.

I was in Army Intelligence

with a quick response unit.

There to hack websites,

block reports,

jam the media

the brass didn't like.

Desk job, right?

Well, zombie outbreak isn't the kind

of party you want to arrive at early.

Anyway, the Army

ran me out.

So I went freelance.

Until Chase found me.

He was the first guy in years that

didn't treat me like a leper.

Made me go legit.

Bastard.

How's our connection?

We're good.

You sure you're

girl's up for this?

She's good to go.

You sure you can

get us in that hospital?

I have the access code to the

emergency exit. We're good.

Well, okay then.

Security access. Connects

the old and new systems.

Through here,

we're on the inside.

Come on.

Stay close to Garth.

Here we go.

How far until we reach

anything hostile?

A mile, hundred yards.

Behind that corner.

Yes, sir. In position.

Move through.

Move through.

Breaching.

Go!

Clear.

Find out what's on his laptops.

Tell me you have

Chase Carter in custody.

I'm afraid not.

We'll sweep for intel.

I'd like to expand our ask

to the rest of his team.

I don't think

we have a choice.

Thank you, sir.

Central, this is Smith, I'd

like to add two new targets.

Garth O'Toole and Jill Eikland.

They're both newly infected

and are under high risk to turn.

They don't have chips

or access to Zombrex.

Lethal force is authorized.

Sh*t.

This guy wasn't here yesterday.

Who would do that?

Survivors, gang members.

Who knows?

Stepping through.

-Chase?

-Yeah?

Maybe I should take point.

Be my guest.

Wait.

What is it?

We need another route.

Do you know another route?

Not as well as I know this one.

Let's go, Garth, come on.

Sandy, watch our six.

Stay tight.

I've never seen the network respond

like this. They're scared shitless.

Will they support us?

Well, the Army listed

you as infected.

There are arrest warrants out.

They're freezing

your bank accounts.

And our lawyers are terrified,

they're going to be moving

from you guys to the network.

This is how they

get rid of people.

I need you to do

something for me.

I'm going to draw

their attention.

I want them fixated

on me, not Chase.

When they come and check

whatever story I tell them,

I need you to have my back.

You're drawing this to you?

That's suicide.

You said you have to look

out for your reporters.

This is how.

The network is not going

to go for any of this...

Not the network!

You! I need your help.

We need your help.

They're coming for us, and we can

either lay it down or fight back.

Do you have any idea

where we're going?

Approximately.

Hey, you smell that?

Yeah, it smells

like rotting corpse.

No, it's something else.

Freeze. Put the guns down.

Now!

Get your fingers off.

-Drop it!

-Drop it!

Put it down!

Let's go. Let's go.

Drop it!

Hey, hey, hey, what?

-Something you want to say?

-Take it easy, all right?

We're not a threat.

We're just passing through.

Not yet, you're not.

You need to know

the password.

I'll get you your

password right here.

Right between my legs.

Come, grab it.

That's nice.

-You like that?

-There's a new one?

Talking piata. Come here.

-I'll f***ing...

-You might want to let go!

-All right.

-Good.

All right, question

the foul mouth.

If he doesn't talk, leave

his body by the junction.

Keep Z distracted for a

bit, let's move 'em inside.

Let's find out who

these a**holes are.

Move.

Hey, guys, help me

down, guys.

-Let's go.

-All right.

Move your ass.

I'll bite your dick off,

you motherf***er.

You better hope

I never see you again...

Zs coming.

Can we talk about this?

Yeah, let's talk.

Good.

Get in!

Get your ass over there.

Who are you?

We work for Lyons.

Bullshit.

You want to piss him off

twice in one week?

And what do you

know about that?

I know what

he told me.

There are a lot of ways

a man can die in this city.

Z would lick your bones clean before

anyone even thought to look for you.

That'd be a mistake.

Heard you don't like

running prisoners.

Let us go,

you won't have to.

No more Rand.

No more deliveries.

You're taking out the doc?

That's right.

No.

No, I don't think so.

No, Rand does the sickest, most

twisted sh*t you seen for years,

and nobody says

a thing.

He's protected even

from the military.

Who are you, really?

-I told you.

-Shut up.

I'm talking to her.

Where are you

going, darling?

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

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