Infini Page #3

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a different trick, though.

What's powering this?

Yeah. Yeah, that's a good question.

It's definitely on a different circuit

to the station.

Wait, wait.

Listen.

Metal on metal. Let's move.

Claire, heat will be on soon. Just focus

on having that panel prepped, okay?

Still reading all clear on the air.

As expected, these particles

show traces of human compounds...

zinc, magnesium, H2O,

but nothing harmful.

Don't sound so disappointed, Menzies.

Just hoping for something other

than this goddamn cold to kill me.

Come on!

- Rex?

- Yeah.

Okay, we got a body. Seet, two o'clock.

- Clear?

- Clear.

What the f*** is that?

Hey, don't touch!

I don't know what it is.

Right through the neck.

- No entry point.

- Let's get to the generators.

Huntington, where are the generators?

- Two doors on the left.

- Copy that.

Let's move.

- Move.

- Okay, just don't touch.

Jesus Christ.

Oh, man.

Nine days in this place?

Who knows what's through that door.

I'm gonna try him. Whit Carmichael...

this is Philipa Boxen with SS Tier 1

Search and Rescue. Can you hear me?

Ask again.

Whit Carmichael...

this is Philipa Boxen with SS Tier 1

Search and Rescue. Can you hear me?

Nothing?

Nah, wall's too thick.

No way reception's getting through.

F***ing gloves.

I'm used to doing this with my fingers.

I'm gonna take a look at the surrounds.

Yeah. Yeah, go.

I need a moment with this f***ing thing.

The furnace is running on bare minimum,

and we've lost contact with Carmichael.

Closing these vents

would be a good start.

- Generator, what's the deal?

- Chester's working on it.

I'm looking for the bar.

What did you just say?

Mannings, did you just say

you were looking for a bar?

Just making sure I'm the first a**hole to be

eaten by the monsters when they appear.

Boxen, Mannings, off the comms.

Huntington, I found the mess hall.

Nothing happening here.

Don't f***ing be mean!

Don't be mean!

My balls are f***ing shrinking

from the cold, you son of a f***ing b*tch!

Hello!

Yeah!

Okay, good job, guys.

Good job.

Kent, we got a program here and it looks

like it's running... I don't know.

- Yeah, I'm seeing the same thing.

- Can you work it?

- Do you know any Latin?

- Why would I?

Exactly. It's a dead language,

just like this one.

Give me a second,

I'll see what I can do.

Cap, are you seeing this?

Guys, give me a minute.

Go dark on comms.

What's happening?

Cap, you on top of this?

- Cap, you getting this?

- The air is purging!

- Hey, what did you do?

- I'm not doing it.

- Tell me what's going on here, man.

- I can't find Rex.

- Seet, what's going on?

- Rex, where the hell are you, man?

Cap, you touch something?

Cap!

Everybody, stay where you are.

We're not in control here.

- Is everyone feeling okay?

- Relax. We're stabilising.

Time to get warm.

It's just steam, guys, it's steam.

Oh, f***, my visor's cracking!

Yeah, they build them strong, okay? Temp

is skyrocketing, but you will hold. Trust me.

It's okay. The suit will hold.

We got movement!

We may have contact

with Carmichael. Standby.

Copy that. Be careful.

Raise your hands.

- Raise your hands now!

- Where we can see them.

You've got about two seconds

before I light you up.

Raise your f***ing hands now! Slowly.

Identify yourself.

- What's your name?

- What's your name, soldier?

Carmichael.

My name is Whit Carmichael.

I had to be certain.

100 percent certain that you guys

weren't like the others.

As in the rest of your squad?

As in every f***ing soldier

that slipstreamed in here!

This place was

a f***ing slaughter house.

It started with the miners attacking

and then everything, everyone, they just...

Wait. I thought all the miners

were killed in a blast.

Yeah, well, no one

f***ing told them that!

These guys were f***ing berserk.

They were deformed and they were

real strong and they were f***ing insane!

What caused it?

If not airborne, then what?

I don't know...

I don't know if it's a...

It's contagion of sorts.

I don't f***ing know.

Whenever they touched each other,

skin to skin or f***ing blood or whatever...

these guys were clawing at their skin

like it was burned in acid.

It was like these...

It was like these urges

just overtook them.

That's some urge.

My APEX didn't fire.

I thought I'd get home, I didn't.

Your entire west coast sector

was lethally quarantined.

Nobody was there to bring you home.

And how did you manage

to be the only one left alive?

I hid.

I hid inside a f***ing ducting vent.

And I f***ing crawled away.

And I found myself in this room,

in this furnace room.

It was powered on a separate route

to the main line.

And then when I...

I fired up the monitors and...

when I saw what was still

f***ing going on...

I blew the external vents

and I sealed myself in.

Killing everybody in here.

F***!

He did what he had to do.

Take mine.

That's some story.

In the mess hall,

I found human body parts removed

and placed in their categories

based on their functionality.

What can you tell me about that?

I had f***ing nothing

to do with that, man.

I swear.

There's no one else

on the station, right?

Almost the entire station's

been exposed to the freeze.

I've seen nothing on the monitors since,

no movement, nothing.

And you turned everything on...

the power, the vents, everything, right?

My first job out of term school

was writing code.

This stuff, it's old, it runs

on ASCII and basic binary.

It's just maths and simple commands.

Wait, wait, wait. You figured out

how to run the entire station through that?

It just took a little time.

I've had f***ing plenty of that.

Whit, listen...

we need to take the payload offline

permanently. Can you do it?

You motherfuckers aren't here

for me at all, are you?

- Of course we are.

- Shut the f*** up!

It's just the order.

- When do we leave?

- Chester will recode your APEX.

I said how f***ing long

until we slipstream home?

- Just over 22 hours.

- No.

- No, no, no, no, no.

- Hey.

You got a family?

- You got kids?

- My wife's pregnant.

We will get you home.

Okay? But you have to help us first.

We need your help.

Just get me the f*** out of here.

- What are you doing?

- Give me a second and don't touch anything.

- How do we know this guy is in the same...

- I don't wanna talk about this here.

Come on. Come on.

X is 3247 minus 450Z.

That's 124... That's a 4... 148.

It's 148.

Pacific Ocean just off San Francisco.

That's where your payload's headed.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

God, I need someone

to go back down to operations!

For what?

I think I can get the payload offline.

I need someone down there on the dials.

You mean, the terminal?

It's still pretty raw.

I can do the terminals from here. I need

someone down there to force the override.

- I'm on it. Cap

- Go.

Whit... patch in to my comms,

frequency 12.107.

Grenich, Jacklar, go with him.

- Hey, what's that guy's name?

- Menzies. Harris Menzies.

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