Mimic 3: Sentinel Page #3

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Come on, come on.

Come on.

- 911 emergency.|- I need help.

The Judas breed.|I've seen two of them.

Could you repeat that, sir?

Two people are dead.|A cop is dead.

My sister's been...

killed.

Come on.

Go.

Give me the goddamn phone.

- The Judas egg.|- Smart boy.

That's a king egg.|That's a fertile male.

Yeah.|I have an emergency.

Forward this to the CDC,|A.D. Kirschner.

Immediately.

Authorization 197667.

We've got two specimens.

They're soldier caste.|Probably more.

What's the matter?

I'm allergic to roaches.

Right.

Then you'll be|my coal miner's canary.

Put that in the fridge.

Nobody does anything stupid,|and nobody has to die early.

We have to destroy it.

Now, that qualifies as stupid.

A fertile male|could establish a new colony.

A new outbreak.

Deck chairs on the "Titanic".|That egg is one of thousands underground.

They're hoarding them.|Waiting.

We have to destroy it.|We have to try to...

I will kill you.|So help me God, I'll kill you.

Here.

That egg equals|my getaway money.

As far from civilization|as I can get.

We've already lost.

It's over.

- Empty that around the door.|- It's kerosene.

They don't like fire.

That doesn't make any sense.|They don't have intelligence.

Strategize, reason.

They adapt.|That's how we made them.

They don't have to be|any bigger or stronger,

so they got smarter.

This is not a city anymore.

It's a goddamn killing jar.

The door!

- Mom.|- Yeah?

Why aren't you in your room?

Run!

- Close the goddamn door!|- Oh, my God.

Don't shoot. It's us.

Marvin...

Is Carmen alive?

He's trying to talk.

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