Doomsday Prophecy Page #3

I apologize to you both

for finding me

in such a shocking state

and for the task

that lies ahead.

He knew we'd find him dead.

I've burdened you both

with a very important mission,

one that I can't

complete myself.

Eric,

there is no new manuscript.

I brought you here

to pass onto you an item

of utmost importance.

This rod that I am holding...

is the key to the future.

And I'm giving it to you.

It's your birthright.

My birthright?

What the hell is

he talking about?

Both of you, take the camcorder

and take the rod

and play the rest of the tape

when you reach the lake.

Oh, and one more thing, Eric,

you need to step

on the painted rock.

The painted rock?

I suggest you hurry.

You're in great danger.

Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Why would we be in danger?

When a guy that sees the future

tells you to run,

you ask questions later.

I still think we should

call the police.

Did you not hear

what Crane said?

We don't have much time.

Okay, little reminder here,

that guy is dead,

and when I came in here, you were

acting like you were coming off

some kind of a bad acid trip.

Listen to me, okay?

When...

when I touched...

we gotta trust him, all right?

- Team one in position.

- Go!

Freeze!

Mr. Crane?

Clear!

Clear.

All clear.

Target's dead.

They look like

government agents.

I think maybe

they're after Crane.

Henning, search the kitchen.

We should tell them

we found him dead.

- I think it's a bad idea.

- You can't stop me, okay?

Brooke, I think these guys

are going to start

shooting at us.

You think?

Based on what?

I don't know.

Maybe it was a vision.

So you're telling me you can

see the future now?

Well, it's more like a gut feeling

on images I saw.

- Saw where?

- Back inside the cabin.

Okay, for a split second,

they completely filled my head.

Oops.

Damn it.

I think they heard that.

Earthquake!

Come on, out of here, boys.

- Come on, guys.

- Let's go, gentlemen.

I think it's over.

Brooke, we should get out of here.

Just a tremor.

I'm going to keep searching

for the manuscript.

Organize a sweep.

Maybe Crane's visitors are close.

Yes, sir.

What the hell are you doing?

- Get down.

- I'm not going anywhere with you!

Freeze!

Government agents!

The painted rock.

Don't move!

Hands in the air.

Get down!

What?

Ah!

Ah!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Hunt them down,

but stay on your toes.

This whole area could be rigged

with more explosives.

And, Henning,

bring them in alive.

We need them interviewed,

and we need that manuscript.

- Go.

- Yes, sir.

You okay?

No, I'm not okay.

They tried to kill us.

We just got to keep moving,

keep as much distance

between them

and us as possible.

Hey, hey!

I don't even know you, okay?

Crane is dead, and now you're acting

like you're some kind of...

prophet in rock starjeans.

Okay, Brooke,

look at me, okay?

I don't know what's going

on right now, okay?

But what I do know is

when I touched this,

I saw things before

they happened,

so whatever Crane

was working on,

it's bigger than the both of us,

and it could affect this entire world,

and for some reason,

the two of us are part of it.

We don't know that.

Brooke, he said that we need

to work together, right?

As crazy as that sounds,

I believe him.

Now whatever

I set off back there,

it's only slowing them down.

Now we need to keep moving.

Henning, do you read?

Henning, come in.

Did you find them?

Sir, looks like

we've lost their trail.

We're going to need air support.

Fall back.

General Slate is en route.

But, sir, there's still

a chance that they could be...

Pull back, Henning.

I need you here.

We'll get local law enforcement to do

a sweep of the surrounding area.

- The general wants a briefing.

- Roger that.

All right, pull back.

He knew it.

Somehow we'd find the lake.

Okay, well, now what?

There's a bag

under a small log close by.

Inside you'll find everything

you need to camp tonight

and make your escape

in the morning.

There's not much else

I can do to help you

other than try to explain.

Over the years,

the rod showed me visions

of the future.

Then a month ago,

I saw cities being destroyed,

oceans disappearing.

- Tell me he doesn't mean...

- He does.

I searched for clues,

but for the first time,

the rod started

to cause weakness,

mental deterioration,

blackouts.

It's taken its toll.

Use it sparingly, Eric.

With each passing day,

its use becomes more dangerous.

Brooke, you must help him

make a connection

with the Moai heads.

Your knowledge will help

piece this puzzle together.

It appears that tomorrow night,

it all comes to an end.

You two are the key

to stopping it.

I know you'll succeed.

The rod is both a blessing

and a curse.

I'm sorry, Eric.

He died.

I don't believe it.

I won't believe it.

There's no way in hell

the world ends tomorrow night.

Well, everything he's saying

points to be being true.

Well, what if his last visions

were paranoid delusions?

Oh, they're not.

They're linked somehow.

What are you talking about?

The rod gives Crane

his visions of the future.

It's the key to stopping this.

Okay, well, why give it to you,

some guy from a publishing house?

I don't know. Something to do

with my birthright or something.

Just like he said.

I wish he was wrong.

I just wish he wasn't

predicting every damn step.

Yeah, well, right now

every prediction

is saving our asses.

We got tape,

flashlight, compass,

some camping gear,

a map.

A map?

Where does the map go?

he's got a truck parked.

Oh, it's gonna be dark

in a couple of hours.

- Hence the camping gear.

- Well, let's go.

We'll get as far

as we can before dark.

Jenkins, send out Fox's

and Brooke Calvin's mug shots.

Ask for checkpoints up

to 10 miles.

What do we tell them?

Tell them they murdered

Rupert Crane.

Any sign of the manuscript?

Not yet, sir.

That's not what

I want to hear.

Don't worry, sir,

we'll find it.

Crane should have been working

with us saving lives.

It doesn't make any sense.

It was in his nature not

to trust authority.

He was one of us once,

went AWOL,

became paranoid,

schizophrenic.

Sad, really,

but Crane never had a chance.

That's why he died here

in this hellhole,

trapped like a rat.

For the past two days,

the world has been

torn apart by earthquakes.

Do you know how the scientific

community explained that?

No, sir.

They didn't.

Lots of theories, no answers.

Right now I have more faith

in whatever Crane gave to Fox.

Find him for me, Garcia.

Get me Eric Fox.

This is Garcia.

Get me Parker.

- Henning, a word.

- Yes, sir.

Report.

I got a visual on the rod.

Fox has it.

I'm authorizing you to complete

your mission with extreme prejudice.

Understood, sir.

This is like nothing I've ever seen.

What's generating the noise?

Its like its got an electrical

current going through it,

but it's made

of carved hematite.

- It's impossible for this to be...

- Ugh, come on!

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