Deep Evil Page #4

You'd better start feeding me|something easier to swallow.

Sir?

Goahead, Captain.

We're stillcomingup|blank on Harrison...

but we've been able to confirm that|Ross, O'Brien, Trainer and Hall...

do in fact exist as members|of the Charlie Squadron Delta.

They're stationed in Fairbanks.|Their C.O., Major Tindal...

confirms they were requested|for a black op at 04:00.

He won't give up any details of the|mission. He wasn't cleared for it.

Thank you, Captain.

-lt's an alias.|-What are you muttering about?

Harrison would never implicate|himself if anything were to go wrong.

We're down to working on secrets|that our government can never admit.

Things that could topple|our nation's credibility.

What if North Korea knew the kind of|warfare we were trying to perfect?

We're giving them a hard time|with the nuclear program...

when all the while we're cloning|aliens for military application.

Are you telling me that you're|an independent contractor...

working with the military|on cloning aliens?

You're not a believer.

You don't think in this vast|universe another life form exists?

One that's more versatile, smart,|dangerous we know humans to be?

Every year, hundreds of meteorites|slam into our planet.

We found a drop of water on one.

You have any idea how|many we never find?

How many other drops|of water are out there?

O'Brien, you see that?

-See what?|-Something tells me we're not alone.

-What did you see?|-What do you thing it was?

Looks like a guy|about 3O feet ahead.

U.S. Army.|Show yourself.

Stand up and put your|hands behind your head.

-Are you here to help?|-Hands behind your head, now!

-I'm a doctor.|-On your knees.

I work here.

Get you hands on your|head now! Get down!

Gun!

-Hall's down!|-Check him out!

Hall! Hall!

Get up, Hall!

What's going on back|there, O'Brien?

He's got a pulse.|He's alive.

The suit is bullet proof all right.

The guy though,|where did he go?

Freeze!

Trainer, did you see that?

O'Brien, look out!

-Oh my God!|-Something's on my hand!

-lt's burning!|-What are you doing?

Got to get this off!|It's burning!

My hand is burning!

-Burning!|-Holy sh*t, O'Brien!

My arm is burning!

Holy sh*t, O'Brien!|Hang on.

We got good air.|I'm taking off your helmet.

I'm going to stick you.

Hang in there.

Hall, get your ass over|here now. Hurry up.

What happened to her?

Come on, we got to get her|out of here right now. Move! Move!

We've got a problem.

The Captain's been infected.|She needs help, now.

-Cole, open the door.|-I won't do that.

Help!|Let me in!

Cole, you open the door right|now and assist my team.

Major, if we let O'Brien|in here she could kill us all.

Listen to me!You open the|goddamn door right now!

Trainer, tell me what|colour her eyes are.

-What?|-Her eyes. What colour are they?

They're black.

-Black.|-lt's too late.

Ross. We're losing her.|You open the door, now!

Give me a sec here, Trainer.|I got a situation.

We don't have a f***ing second.|She's dying!

Suit up.|We're taking her topside.

We can't do that.|She has been contaminated.

Ross, we're losing her.|Open the door!Open it now!

O'Brien, this is Ross.|You hang in there, all right?

We can't take her|out of the mountain.

She'll contaminate every living|organism she comes in contact with.

Civilization as we know it,|will no longer exist.

We don't have a cure for this thing.|She can't be saved.

Get Trainer and Hall as far away|from her as quick as you can.

Out there they stand a chance of|becoming exposed themselves.

Cole...

get out here and fixherup.|She's my partner, do you hear me?

Open the door.

I said open the goddamn door.

Ross, she's been convulsing|ever since she got infected.

What did you do, bastard?

You shot her, you bastard.

Trainer, O'Brien was already dead.

What? What?

What she was infected|with has no known cure.

If we stand out here, we'll have|better chance of becoming infected.

No!|I gave her the shoot!

-I gave her the shoot!|-She's dead, man.

We got to get out of here.

That's an order.

You killed her!|She covered you ass so many times!

-She never would have survived.|-I gave her the shot.

I did what I was told...

...and you should fix her up.|-lt should have worked!

But it's a different strain|and we have no cure.

Now if we get infected,|we die exactly like the same way.

This liquid that attacked O'Brien...|Is this our alien?

Alien?

Like as in the movie?

The liquid is a bi-product|of the alien.

It's doing exactly what|we designed it to do.

-You designed a f***ing alien?|-No, we cloned an alien.

From a drop of water that was|discovered on a meteorite.

Weapons specifically designed|to help preserve the human race.

But before we could develop|the counter-inoculation...

we had to first create de PB3.

In theory we thought that if we|could clone it, we could kill it.

And then, we would be ready|in case it ever attacked.

You cloned a frigging alien and the|government thought that was OK?

It's also extremely intelligent.

I'm going to sit down for this.

Each time the PB3 encounters|a new organism...

the alien's molecular structure|co-ordinates an attack.

It essentially consume us...

using our mass and our|intelligence to grow...

mutating, changing.

It can almost go into any|form liquid or human.

It has the ability to take the|human host and attain its goal.

And what the hell goal is that?

It would like to|control the planet.

And it was OK to clone something|that could control the planet.

That's real smart.|Real smart.

And you alien escaped,|start infecting your crew...

but somebody caught on|and locked the place down.

That seems to be what happened.

But the PB3 is reacting unlike|anything we have ever seen before.

What it did to O'Brien and Hall,|that's new.

It's trying to breach our suits.

It's learned to hunt.

If this thing gets out,|it will be impossible to stop.

We can't let that happen.

What do we do to control it?

-We have been developing a...|-Cole!

I need to show you something.

Excuse us.

It's the frigging blob.

They're in love with this thing.

We got to f***ing kill it.

Harrison convinced me|to take it to the next step.

He didn't want me working with|anyone. Classified all my research.

-I couldn't even tell you about it.|-What are you talking about?

I developed a new strain.

-You did what?|-The microbe was just the embryo.

There's 3 chromosomes|called X, Y, and Z...

and 3 sexes that cross-fertilize|and mutate into a new organism.

The Russians couldn't do it,|you couldn't do it, but I did.

Oh my God!

My God, Peter. Why?

You honestly think you could spend|the rest of your life in this hole?

I've been here for 5 years.|I want out.

I want out.

-To do what?|-To publish... to receive the Nobel.

-But for what?|-The PB3.

But that's impossible.

You know it's impossible.

For the security issues and|because there's nothing to publish.

We still don't know how it works.

We can find out how it works.

Prove that life exists|outside our world.

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