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Major Ross, our counter-terrorism|expert. Dr. Cole?

Three hours ago, someone at our lab|initiated an emergency lock-down.

We've had no|communication since.

There're 14 researchers trapped down|there. We need to get them out.

Only 23 people outside this|room know about those labs.

Of those 23 only a handful|are privy to the work they do.

Although this is classified,|we'll give you what we can.

-Dr. Cole?|-Dr. Lang...

head of the Bio-Weapons|Counter Measures at Vectol.

Vectol labs are located in an|abandoned copper mine...

It's been retrofitted as a|high-tech bio-chemical facility.

Access is through asingle|air lock and elevator.

There are four levels: research,|weapons, chemical, living quarters.

Below that is an emergency air lock.|Once you're in, nothing gets out.

There's been only one other breach|of this facility two years ago.

A lab tech accidentally spilled|a thimble-full of nerve gas.

A thimble-full.|He died ninety seconds later.

It took us three months to|clean out that isolation lab.

We are dealing with a|full isolation lock-down.

Trainer?

Why us?

Dr. Lang?

Vectol Labs do a|multitude of sins.

Chemical, bio, nuclear toxins.

Stuff we have down there makes|Ebola look like the common cold.

It's possible terrorists breached|the facility. We need to find out.

Don't we have any other|intelligence on this?

Latest satellite re-con|flight shows all is clear.

Perimeter secure.

This is avery sensitive situation.

Fewer people envolved, the better,|that's why I'm sending the best.

I'm ascientist, but I'm also|a former Army Captain.

Once inside,|all of you answer directly to me.

Trainer? People?

-ls that clear?|-Yes, sir.

-Yes, sir.|-Good.

These are not your standard suits.

They're made from Kevlar Purine|fiber. Think of them as a2nd skin.

Your atmosphere gauge|is at the wrist.

Green is for good air,|yellow for questionable...

and if it's red and you've just|breathed it, you've died.

This is for your oxygen.|You have about one hour's worth.

What are these syringes for,|doctor?

Excuse me.

If one of you become|contaminated...

remove the hypodermic|from the pouch...

and then plunge it|directly in the neck...

as deep as...

Don't do that.

...as possible.

-Avoid severing the carotid artery.|-I'll do that.

The needle releases a neuro-toxin.

It would save your life and get you|to treatment as quickly as possible.

And what if we don't get stuck?|What happens then?

That depends on which toxin|you've been infected with...

but within 1O seconds your throat|constricts. You can't breath.

Your esophagus becomes|brittle and it dissolves.

Your organs turn to jelly as your|molecular structure is collapsing.

But after that,|you should mercifully black out.

I get the picture.

Have either one of you tried...|this needle?

Yeah. Dr. Cole has.

What happened?

Gear up.|We move out in ten.

Any other questions?|Dismissed.

I think she likes me, O'Brien.

What are you talking about?|She's a grown-up.

I should try that.

Colonel!

Major.

Permission to speak freely, sir.

Go ahead.

I'm not comfortable taking my|orders from these scientists.

You take your orders from me.|Follow Cole and Lang to the letter.

Yes, sir, but babysitting|civilians is...

Cole can take care of herself.|It's Lang I need you to cover.

He works for me.|His project is classified...

has top priority on the Pentagon.|Cole doesn't know about it.

-She thinks she's in command.|-Work with her all the way.

If it's viral or chemical,|she's in charge.

It it's terrorist,|you take command.

Your priority is make sure|Lang gets his research out.

My team has the highest|security clearance.

I need to know what's|going on down there.

This is a matter of national security.|Nobody can know about it.

When it comes to biologicals,|even the President is expendable.

Yes, sir.|Lang is the priority.

If I'm a terrorist, what's my|primary target down there?

There's enough plutonium in that|mountain to satisfy asmall army.

Terrorists or not, we're going to|find our people okay down there.

Just hope my staff are safe.

With this lock-down there's a|chance the air's been contaminated.

Keep your helmets on|and breathe easy.

And conserve your air|as long as possible.

You got that?

Cole...

if we do encounter terrorists, stand|down and let my team handle this.

Your team?|Your team will do what I say.

This is a chemical lab. Nobody|does anything without my approval.

You got that, Major?

Trainer, hold up asec.

-I've got a bad feeling about this.|-You're just scared.

That's not what I meant.

Chemical weapons,|possible terrorists...

small crew,|civilian in charge...

We're going in there and no one|is telling us anything about it.

How many times have you and|I been down this road before?

You watch my back,|I'll watch yours all right.

-I hate working with civilians.|-You wanted Delta. Deal with it.

Lang.

What?

The minute you know how to get|out of there, you let me know.

I don't need my team staying in this|tunnel any longer than they have to.

I'll recommend immediate e-vac|as soon as I get what I need.

And, Major, our relationship|stays confidential.

That's what I hear.

Peter, check the intercom,|see if anyone responds.

No, doc, not a good idea.

If they're terrorists you don't want|to give away our position, right?

Good point. Let's keep the|chatter to a minimum, OK?

Jesus, Lang!|Will you back the f*** up?

Holster that weapon.

-This isn't right.|-What's your concern, Cole?

The reading. There's something in|the air but I don't know what it is.

What's with this water?

I have no idea.|I've never seen anything like this.

-Hey, Ross.|-What have you got?

Looks like a gold tooth.

-That's a little more than unusual.|-Got some slime all over it.

What's the slime like?|Is it toxic?

I don't think so.

Cole, you should|take a look at it.

Maybe the sprinkler|system broke here.

It's not HO or retardant.|Cole...

what do you think?

-Major!|-Hall.

Got a Number 45 here...

emptied the clip.|What the hell they shooting at?

No matter, but stay Sharp so it|doesn't end up shooting at you.

I found a pacemaker.

It's still beating.

Jesus!|This is creepy.

We need to get to work.|Hall, Trainer and O'Brien...

restore communications and power.|It's through these doors.

It's down one level. Keep to the|right. It's at the end of the hall.

After that, sweep level 3.|It's the living quarters.

Wait.|You want us to split up?

Ross, what do we do?

You have your orders.|Report if you see anyone.

RCB will be level 2. Containments|labs. We'll meet there.

-How many people we looking for?|-Fourteen.

You heard the lady,|let's move out.

I think we should look for|the guy with the pacemaker.

Just my luck, I'm red sh*t, baby.|This way.

Dr. Lang, this isn't a picnic.|Let's move.

-This is worse than we thought.|-You recognize it.

It's got the molecular|structure of human DNA.

-Doctors? What is this stuff?|-We're not sure just yet.

Major, I wouldn't stand|under there if I were you.

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