Ice Twisters Page #5

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here somewhere.

Bottom line,

no power, no modem.

No modem, no connection.

Let's let the cyber geeks get online,

well go find the generator.

Or maybe the hot tub.

You got the disks?

Yeah.

Come on.

I'm sure there's

some keys down here...

Or you can do that.

A generator.

Charlie can't write it

better than this.

"Cyber geeks".

What?

He called us cyber geeks?

- Or maybe you can.

- What do you mean?

We're outta gas.

We have gas in the SUV.

We can siphon some out.

Yes, we do.

Where is everybody?

I take it, they're evacuated,

and they must with their families.

News? News doesn't sleep.

They're never closed.

We're not in New York, Eric.

- This is small town USA.

- Don't knock the small town.

Our first job's

gonna be in a place like this.

I wonder if they just scrapped

the interview with Price altogether.

Probably.

Alright, so where to now?

Where to? I'll take this footage and

cut it togather and write this story.

- They're not going to.

- Okay.

So let's find a way back

to the university.

We're talking about breaking a story.

Time's of the essence here. Come on.

Yeah, I get it,

but this place is closed.

Yeah, but how closed?

Eric, you're not talking about

breaking in, are you?

It's not breaking in.

We were invited.

Eric, it's closed.

I don't see a sign. I'd say the doors

were mistakenly locked.

Breaking and entering is not

gonna look good on our resumes.

You kidding?

It's Reporter 101!

Breaking and entering

and not getting caught...

is the corner stone

of our industry.

That's how it's done

in this field.

Look at this.

Huh?

If you want something bad enough,

the universe conspires with you to get it.

I wanted a pony as a kid...

- but I never got one.

- Yeah?

You help me break this story,

what you'll get is two ponies.

And the Lord said.

Let there be light.

I sure hope this works.

It's got to.

Okay, I have the up link.

It's weak but it's there.

Will the signal get through?

It should.

Gary, pull up

the Doppler for me.

Oh-oh!

Well, this gets better by the minute.

It's getting awfully close to Portland.

Gary, how much longer?

Uh... I don't think

they're responding.

What're you doing?

It's my attempt to make an email

punch him in the face.

How'd that feel?

I feel better

when this is over.

This is Frank,

Where's that plane?

I need some kind of visual.

We're flying blind here!

I'm telling you.

It's like we're shut out.

- Frank.

- Just keep trying.

We're losing power.

We can't be.

The generator's full.

- Signal's fluctuating.

- We need more power!

- Try a hammer.

Not good.

- I'll check the genny.

- Wait, wait, wait!

I have a link.

I have a link.

It's weak but it's there.

What about the seraphs?

They're still holding their pattern,

but they're not responding.

They just aren't responding!

We have to override them,

keep trying.

Something is wrong

with the pressure.

We just lost an engine.

We're going down.

Mayday! Mayday!

We lost contact with the recon plane.

Where's our eye in the sky?

Like I said, can't write it

any better than this.

The tank's cracked.

Even I can't fix it.

We're running out of time.

The seraphs weren't responding.

Is that what you're telling me, Damon,

that Frank locked us out?

That's where my money is.

Well, it's a possibility,

that the connection was weak,

then the signal could've been jumbled

from the transmission...

maybe coming from another source

and the seraphs just... well, ignored it.

So now these things are...

artificially intelligent?

No, that's not what I'm saying,

I'm saying I need a solid signal...

I need some sort of satellite up link

that isn't land based.

What about Frank,

what if he did lock us out?

- Then it's useless.

- No.

Of course it's not!

And even if he did,

I can get in there, I can hack it.

He can't keep me out.

Good thinking.

Look, we can't even get a phone line

to work, we're in the middle of nowhere.

Where do you suggest

we find a satellite feed?

- Thank you, Nora.

- Who?

How about a TV station?

Yeah, that would work.

Where?

I'll show you.

I'm supposed to be there in an hour.

Oh, this is terrific stuff.

Oh, this footage

is priceless!

How's the piece coming?

Here. How does this sound?

"What was supposed to be a day

following the controversial author...

"Charlie Price, quickly turned into a

harrowed real life struggle for survival...

"as the very disasters

that his latest novel fictionalizes...

materialized in a small town

with fatal consequences".

That's not bad.

- Yeah?

- It needs some finesse, though.

Like what?

Oh, um, "materializes and

fictionalizes" right next to each other,

- says quite a little.

- Yeah, it's to of a mouthful.

And then, uh, "fatal consequence"

kinda sounds like a sore soup.

A what?

You know what it means...

I'm a pampel.

- Eric?

- Hm...

We'd better not get in trouble

for this.

Relax, we're done already.

No one's going to jail for editing.

The worst thing they'll do

is charge us a rental fee.

Oh, my Gosh.

Look at that.

It must've been

right in it's path.

Hello!

Can anybody hear me?

Can anyone hear me?

Watch yourselves, guys.

Hello!

Can anyone hear me?

Nora.

Nora!

Nora!

Joanne.

Joanne!

How did this get so

out of control?

We're supposed to be

saving lives.

No one wanted this.

How could we know

this would possibly happen?

Because it's our job to know!

I mean, how could we be

so stupid?

And you let Frank

take us over.

You handed him this!

You let him hijack

my research!

Well, no one else

would fund it.

And that's the price we paid.

Well, take a good look,

because this is our handy work.

We're murderers!

And where's Frank?

Probably in some office somewhere

reading sports pages.

- Joanna. Joanne!

- Don't touch me!

I'm sorry, Charlie.

I don't know what to say.

You don't have to say anything.

She shouldn't have been out here.

- This is all my fault.

- Don't do that.

Why not? It's true.

I should have been with her

at the hospital...

instead of hanging around here

and pretending I'm still in the game.

You can't control these things.

What? The weather?

I'm sorry, Jo.

That was wrong.

No, you're right.

When you start these things...

you never expect something

like this to happen.

But I knew who I

was getting into bed with.

And I thought I could handle

the politics and the bureaucracy...

but I guess I'm not strong enough.

Damon may act like he can, but...

deep down I don't think

he can stomach it either.

And Gary's...

Gary's just a boy genius

in a big world.

No.

Here we go again.

Gary! Damon!

Get in the car now!

Hurry!

Come on, let's go!

Come on, the twister's coming!

Let's go! Let's go!

Sir, we're not sure yet

what happened to the plane,

right now that's what Intel is...

calling it vertical weather.

Yes, sir, vertical weather.

We're not sure,

but it's definitely not the seraphs.

Yes, sir.

How long before

the seraphs complete?

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