Fortress Page #3

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This is a macro. That kills you.

This little thing on top,

that's your nerve clip.

I need you to put it back together.

- I'm working on it.

- And get it out of me.

I may be able

to cause you to throw it up...

but this b*tch

is highly sensitive.

We're talking TNT on PMS.

- Could it kill me?

- Definite possibility.

- Find another way.

- Maybe there is no other way.

Wrong answer. Try again.

- If I get it...

- When you get it.

When I get it,

I'm going with you, man.

I'm having fun. I'm enjoying myself.

You know how long it's been

since I had any fun?

- Going out won't be fun.

- No, but it'll be a trip.

Just take it to him.

Just? F*** the dumb sh*t.

That is a pretty big "just".

I know it's dangerous,

but I'm asking you anyway.

Say I don't get mind-wiped.

What's going to happen to my parole?

There's no parole. You hold onto

that hope because you're a man.

You keep something inside of you,

but this is a chance to fight back.

Fight for who?

You? Your husband?

I've never begged before in my life.

Please, Abraham?

If you won't do this for me,

do this for my baby.

- I've got to get this back.

- What is it?

Have you never seen

a holographic lens before?

The Only problem is we need a laser

to make this thing work.

- We've got a laser.

- You stick your hand in there.

We need something to hold it.

Wait a minute. Take that.

We've got something.

I'll be goddamned!

Look... this could be a way out.

- Hold it steady.

- Sorry, this thing's heating up.

This is the construction area.

We go in this heating pipe.

It feeds into this utility shaft

which goes all the way up...

If we don't get that, we're dead.

F*** the lens, I need my glasses.

Get it, man.

Laser perimeter intrusion.

Step back, please.

- Sh*t man, don't you hurt?

- Yeah.

- How's the lens?

- Fine. The motherf***er's fine.

You should see what you fools

look like through this thing.

I want you to divorce your husband.

- That's not part of our bargain.

- You will never see him again.

He's only a cog in the Fortress's

grand design. Let me show you.

His only reason for being has been

the expansion of our facility.

Have you touched this?

I noticed there was some dust

on there. I cleaned it.

You fool! Do you know what

it will cost to repair this map?

- I beg your indulgence.

- This will affect your parole.

I'm sorry.

Divorce your husband. Marry me.

I will request permission

from the Men-Tel Corporation -

- to raise the child as my own.

I'm telling you...

I will not enhance your child.

Does this mean nothing?

And John?

I will set him free.

Karen has to tell the man yes or no

by tomorrow night.

Good. We go tomorrow morning.

Hey, time's up.

I think I've got it, man.

Check this out.

Right there. Now, look.

- It's a magnetic detonator.

- So?

Didn't you go to grade school?

Magnets. You move one...

- You can pull it out of us?

- Yeah... in theory.

But I might just give the cell

a coat of red paint.

- Let's find out.

- You mean right now?

- Have you got a better time?

- No...

If you explode,

what happens to the rest of us.

Try me.

- I'm going with you.

- No way!

Are you gonna do it... or what?

This might hurt a little bit, okay?

Where are you, man?

I think I've got it.

Quit f***ing around,

you little a**hole!

No hurry, no worry.

Stop fooling around.

Get the damn thing out of him!

I'm not fooling around. It's stuck.

It's okay.

Okay... my turn.

Somebody take notes, man.

I can't do it to myself.

I'll do it to you...

after you do it to me.

- What about your parole?

- Bullshit! It's time I woke up.

I'm going with you.

No, it's too much of a risk.

Are you afraid you'll lose us...

like you lost your platoon?

I don't ever want to be responsible

for another man's life again.

Hey man, I speak for myself.

But it's better to die trying

than to die in here.

Right on, man.

F***ing A.

I haven't dreamt in 40 years.

John Brennick is fully rehabilitated

and is hereby granted a full pardon.

He is free to leave the Fortress...

Before completing this

there is something you should see.

Not now, ZED.

I insist.

- Well?

- Please observe.

How dare you spy on my quarters?

A report has been filed with

Men-Tel's board of directors.

You are releaved of your position.

Your replacement

will be here within 24 hours.

Until then,

you are confined to quarters.

Confined to quarters?

I've never left these quarters

in my entire life.

You are the property

of the Men-Tel Corporation.

I am the director.

You will please leave

central control.

Crime does not pay.

Construction area altercation.

Maddox, Brennick, Stiggs, Gomez.

- That's impossible.

- Intestination commencing.

No! Maddox is dead!

Come on!

They're escaping

and you will be responsible.

You will be lucky if you end up

a Speak-and-Spell.

Mass intestination.

They're in the pipe.

Open the steam valves.

Activate the strike clones.

- I thought this was the way out.

- It is the way out.

- We've got to get out of here.

- Move!

Surrender immediately

and you will not be harmed.

Brennick, I have your wife.

You have ten seconds to surrender.

- Don't do it.

- This is our only chance!

- If you go, you're dead.

- I'm not gonna be boiled alive.

- I'm coming out.

- No!

This way.

Come on, we're out of here.

ZED warned me our relationship

was not in the interest of Men-Tel.

I ignored her. Foolish me.

- Get out of the way.

- Intestinate Abraham, please.

Get the f*** out of the way!

What the f*** is it?

This is incredible. They've wired

a person into the mainframe.

- The perfect soldier.

- Nerve-capable firing pins.

The sh*t they're coming up with

these days...

Let's move.

Take cover!

Take cover!

- Activate second strike team.

- Accelerate reaction time.

This way.

- Splatter gun to construction area.

- Captain! I can't see, man!

I'm blind as a bat!

Captain! Where are you?

Is that you? I can't see.

Where are you?

Nino! Let's go. Come on.

- Shoot them, ZED.

- Cannot lock on target.

Come on, b*tch.

- Peekaboo.

- Get that gun out of there.

- Get me out of here.

- We're taking the express, come on.

Nino!

- Where are they, ZED?

- No visual recognition.

Move!

Brennick...

You're going to pay, you bastard.

Karen!

- Where is she?

- You want to see your wife?

Operating room A.

You see, in this operation

only the child survives.

Release me... or she dies.

Tell them to stop.

Now!

ZED, cease delivery.

I'm sorry,

I do not recognize the command.

ZED... please.

Men-Tel will not negotiate

during a hostage situation.

We're going to the operating room.

Come on!

I cannot allow you

to put the Fortress in jeopardy.

What's going on, man?

You're trapped here, Brennick.

The strike clones are on their way.

There is no escape.

Get me to the computer keyboard.

Big mama's running this show.

She's the one we've got to f*** up.

Okay...

All right... Here goes nothing.

A feedback virus.

Incapacitated.

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