Deep Evil Page #3

Where the hell is everybody?

I don't know.

Trainer...

ever notice our missions have|become a little more hazardous?

What are you talking about?

Look around you. We're in a|factory full of biological weapons.

So, what's that|got to do with me?

She's jailbait and she's|the Colonel's daughter.

Would you put a pipe in it?

She's not jailbait, Captain.|She looks at least 19 or 2O.

That's my man, Hall.|She ain't no child.

You're just jealous, O'Brien.

Come on, O'Brien,|who you kidding?

Wouldn't you take a run|at her if you had a chance?

Careful, Hall,|or I'm going to take a run at you.

Want to get you guys a room?

Hall's not my type, Trainer.

-He thinks I'm a lesbo.|-I'm OK with lesbos. Just kidding.

It's gone.

What?

No, that's impossible.

-What's gone?|-I can't talk about it with you.

I don't give a damn about|your secret weapons.

I'll tell you what you need to know|when you need to know it.

-Are my people in any danger?|-Not more than the rest of us.

-That's not an answer.|-Give us a moment, Major.

One of our experiments has gone|missing. We need to find it.

-Ross. Copy?|-Go ahead, Captain.

Auxiliary power was up|in the lab level only.

The generator doesn't work.|Hall can't get any more power of it.

Good work.

We've completed the sweep of the|living quarters. Not asoul, sir.

Proceed to communications.|Try to raise Harrison. And Captain...

watch your back.

Anything on your end, sir?

One of the doctor's experiments|has gone missing.

-What kind of an experiment?|-They're both tight lipped.

Until I know more, assume we're|still dealing with terrorists.

Exercise extreme caution and|report back every 1O minutes.

Understood.

It's not just awalk in the park.

Not today. If I can squeeze any|more out of them I'll contact you.

Roger that.

-Reporting back in 1O.|-ln 10 minutes.

Missing experiment.

-Doesn't sound too good.|-Not in this place, it ain't.

Stay Sharp.|We got a job to do.

What the hell happened here?

You fix this up, Hall?|Raise topside?

I could raise Mars|if I had to, but...

it's probably easier to...

jerry-rig the up-line and get|cell communications working.

This is creepy.

Slime covering everything.

Like something out of the Blob.

-Holy sh*t, Hall, that's it.|-What?

The doctor's experiments is|probably just like the Blob.

It's loose and it's sliming up|everything in its path...

devouring everything it can.

You know what?

We're dessert.

-You're not funny.|-What are you talking about?

You're not funny, man.

-You see that?|-Yeah, right.

-Let's focus.|-I'm serious. I saw some guy.

-I swear!|-Hall.

-Jesus!|-You saw someone?

-I think.|-Hall, raise topside. Let's go.

-Are you serious?|-I'm serious.

Get in there. Get communications up.|I'll check the door.

All right.

Let's hope the containment|lab remains secure.

Is it possible somebody moved it?

It's possible, but unlikely.|It takes a team of 8 to move it.

If it had been moved,|we would have known.

-What about the plutonium?|-lt is all accounted for, Major...

but right now it's the|least of our worries.

The air is clean.

Cole, check the|computer data.

See if somebody's moved it.|I'll check bio-containment 6.

Major Ross, you watch her back.

Major Ross, external com|is up and operating, sir.

Good work, Trainer.

O'Brien, continue to sweep,|report if you find anyone.

Roger.|I'llcontinue.

Command, alpha team reporting.

This is Harrison.|Report.

Auxiliary power and|communications restored, sir.

We have control ofthe main lab.

Still no sign of the staffers.

We do however have|a missing experiment.

We're going to look for it...

...and any sign of terrorists.|-Keep me posted.

You did this to me.

Stay here. Watch my back.

Jesus Christ!

Is that you, Sara?|What the hell happened?

It got out.

We didn't stand a chance.

Nobody's going to|be able to stop it.

It's under my skin, Peter.|It's under my goddamn skin!

-Sara, no!|-Look what you've done to me.

Radiation is the only way to kill it.

What happened?

-I need to kill us all.|-For Christ's sakes, don't do that!

It's inside me.|I can feel it. Inside me.

-I can feel it.|-lf you're gonna kill us all, stop!

No!

Please, don't make me do this.

Just stop.|Sara, I'm so sorry.

Cole, no!

Cole, you just executed a civilian.

She was no longer human.

Then what was she?|Lang, why didn't you try to help her?

She was infected.

-lnfected with what?|-There are infectious agents here.

Not good enough, doctor.

The radiation would've gone critical.|I did what I had to do.

I want answers.

I need to know now!

What are we up against?

There are no terrorists,|are there?

We can't be certain.

I reckon that we leave now.

That's the first sensible thing|either of you have said all day.

We're not leaving until we|figure out the fate of our staff.

You just saw what|happened to our staff.

Trainer, give me asituation report.

Nothing down here but slime, sir.|Other than that, all seems clear.

Return to the lab.|We're getting out of here.

If you meet anyone,|assume that they're hostile.

Sargeant, keep your|suits on at all times.

-Hostile, sir?|-We just met one of the staffers.

It wasn't pretty.|She was infected with something.

-lt's been secured.|-Secured, sir?

-Permanently.|-Understood. Meet back at the lab.

-Report anything suspicious.|-Copy that.

This whole place is suspicious.

Command, this is alpha team.

One second.

Harrison. Report.

The situation isn't good.|We can confirm contamination.

Cole, you there?

-Yes, sir.|-Situation?

The facility has been breached|and the PB3 is missing.

Colonel...

Isuggest that we brief Ross on|the lntelthat we have on PB3.

Our chances of surviving through|this mission will be greater.

Fill him in my full authorization.

Yes, sir.

We first heard about|it after Chernobyl.

Soviets discovered an alien|microbe on a meteorite...

that crashed in Siberia in the 5O's.

They called it PB3 to honor the|third session of the Politburo...

or something like that.

Once the microbe was separated|it reproduced at an alarming rate.

Their scientists|attempted to clone it.

No dice.

In the end,|it took a2O-megaton nuke...

and 1O,OOO lives to put that|genie back in the bottle.

After the wall collapsed,|Uncle Sam took all responsibility...

and brought it to us.

Government hired Vectol to study|the military potential...

and applications of PB3|to see how to counter it.

As a liquid, it had this...

intelligence.|It could think, learn.

Imagine, asingle alien life from|the size of a drop of water...

that we could train to kill|whatever we wanted it to.

A drop of water that could|survive in any landscape...

from a nuclear environment to the|blood stream of a human body.

What's the difference between...

the liquid and PB3?

The liquid is what PB3 produces.

The PB3 is actually an alien.|We cloned the microbe's DNA.

Are you telling me there's|an alien loose down here?

Jesus!

Alien?

Is that so hard to believe?

I'm getting pretty tired|of your bullshit, Lang.

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