Rampage Page #3

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Treeline.

You sure that's a wolf?

Damn, that thing is moving.

Not for long.

Burke to Base,

Rampage-1 is down.

What do you got?

Nothing yet.

Wait a second.

We got tracks.

Are you seeing this?

Jesus.

A wolf made that?

Maybe I should've

brought the .50 cal.

Boss...

How we playing this?

Nice and easy.

They're in a hurry.

What do you think spooked...

Vinny! Garrick!

Set a perimeter!

- Come on!

- Open fire!

Get it! Get it!

Light him up!

What the hell?

Hit 'em! Hit 'em!

Run! Run!

Garrick, where are you?

- It's on me!

- Run, Garrick!

Come on, get it!

Taylor, get up!

They won't.

Taylor! Go!

The pathogen is doing what

we designed it to.

No! God damn it!

Wilson, check in.

Zammit, check in.

Taylor...

Garcia, get me outta here.

Copy that. Ten klicks out.

Oh, sh*t! I see him!

Light him up!

Incoming!

Pull up! Pull up!

Oh, no!

I'm losing control!

Sir, let's go.

Out of the van, please.

Who the hell is this?

Mr. Okoye and Dr. Caldwell.

I am Agent Harvey Russell.

Hell of a day, huh?

Science experiments

falling from the sky.

Giant gorilla on the loose.

Just the kind of exciting sh*t we here

at the government tend to notice.

Where's George? I need to

see him.

And if you're thinking about putting him on

that plane, it's gonna be a big mistake.

I think we'll be all right.

Okay, let's all take a

breath and...

I said I wanna see George.

Or we can get in each other's

faces and see who's the toughest.

Brother, I'm gonna prance

myself right out on a limb,

and guess that no one's ever accused

you of being a people person.

How about you take these cuffs

off and find out yourself?

Brother.

I'll see you on board.

Load 'em up with the ape.

So weird that he didn't take

your cuffs off.

- He's good.

- All right.

Just note it in the chart.

You see that?

Where he cut himself breaking

out of the primate department.

There's barely a bruise now.

African spiny mouse.

Its DNA makes it capable

of extreme regeneration.

"Davis Okoye,

Primate Specialist."

Blah, blah, blah.

Army Special Forces.

What are you, some kind of

international man of mystery?

I see a lot of "redacted."

"Redacted, redacted..."

Oh, here we go.

"Transferred to the United Nations'

Special Anti-Poaching Task Force."

Well, I'll have you know that I,

myself, am also an animal lover.

Let's cut the bullshit,

Russell.

I told you, having George

on this airplane is suicidal.

He's on a very powerful

sedative drip.

He will not wake up until we

wake him up.

Sir, with all due respect,

at his rate of growth,

that sedative is gonna become ineffective

long before we're back on the ground.

We factored in his growth rate.

Same as his elevated metabolism.

- Sir.

- And the increased amount of blood,

in his system. We may not be the

brightest bulbs in the room,

but we're doing all right.

Especially considering,

you got another one of your little science

experiments running around out there.

What do you mean another one?

Oh, you didn't know about

the 30-foot wolf?

Oh, sir,

your oversized monkey

is old news.

Jesus.

Weirdos on the Internet

are calling him "Ralph."

Who do you work for?

Sir, I work for the American

people.

Homeland? CIA?

Justice League?

I'm OGA.

I've heard that bullshit before.

"Other Government Agency," huh?

It's clever.

Yes, sir, it is clever.

You see, when science

shits the bed,

I'm the guy they call

to change the sheets.

What's gonna happen to George?

He didn't ask for any of this. He

sure as hell doesn't deserve it.

Whether it is his fault or

not, he is dangerous.

But there's a cure for this.

She helped engineer the

pathogen that infected George.

She works for Energyne.

You mean used to.

"Dr. Kate Caldwell. Ph.D. in

Biochemistry from Stanford,

"with a specialty

in Conservation Genetics."

Recruited by Energyne in 2010.

Fired by Energyne,

a little less than two

years ago.

It gets better.

Caught trying to steal

company hard drives,

and did 13, what I'm sure

were glorious months,

in our beautiful Greenville

Federal Correctional Institute.

Well, I am guessing by the

look on the big fella's face

that this is all news to him.

Enjoy your flight.

Oh. Mr. Okoye,

about your friend.

For what it's worth,

I am truly sorry.

I'm sorry I lied to you.

Can you cure George or not?

I know that Energyne was working on

a counter-measure to the pathogen,

Yes or no?

No.

Claire, I found him.

Some black ops-looking dudes

loaded the gorilla,

into a cargo plane late last night.

You know who that is with them?

No. But clearly, he likes

hitting the gym.

No. The woman.

It's Kate Caldwell.

Dr. Caldwell.

Yeah. What's she doing

out there?

Well, given our history

with her,

her blaming us for putting her in

prison and the death of her brother,

my best guess? Gathering

evidence to screw us over.

I told you, we should've

liquidated her two years ago.

Claire, you can't liquidate

every problem you have.

Agree to disagree.

Claire, I'm serious! Hey!

I can't believe

I'm saying this,

but I don't even care

about the money anymore, okay?

I just don't want

to go to prison.

So if you have a plan,

I would love to hear it.

Brett, I always have a plan.

If you've given a subject

extraordinary genetic gifts,

and unlimited physical potential

combined with unthinkable violent,

and aggressive disposition,

how do you control it?

I don't know,

you give it a chill pill or...

Yes. See?

That wasn't so hard.

Yes!

R-19, the chill pill.

One small dose will stop

an infected creature's

growth and aggression.

And to draw them here, the pathogen

also genetically rewired the subject

to respond to a low

frequency radio wave.

Lucky for us,

this building has some of the most

powerful radio antennas in the world.

I had our team modify

this one last night.

Now, we just have to

turn on the signal.

And those creatures will

do anything to get here

and make it stop.

How do you think that will

go over at 32,000 feet?

That monkey will bring the

whole plane down.

And when the wolf gets here,

we let the military kill it,

and then we collect a sample

of the weaponized DNA.

Then we sell that sh*t

for a mint!

Wow.

George, you okay, buddy?

Oh, no.

Get up. Now!

Caution. Caution. Caution.

Aim for his body!

Light him up!

Get back!

Come on, come on!

Strap in.

6-1-2-Heavy,

mayday, mayday!

Sh*t. Sh*t.

George.

Oh, sh*t!

Hold on!

Davis!

Hurry!

Davis!

Swing me!

Now what?

We're getting the hell off

this plane!

Hang on tight!

This is insane!

We're gonna die!

Probably!

Now go!

God damn it, Russell!

Holy sh*t!

You're welcome!

I'm sorry, George.

Where's the body?

There isn't one.

He's wounded but he survived.

Tracks are headed northeast.

And I got zero signal.

I'm gonna see if I can find

a radio, get it working.

Once DoD figures out your

animal survived that crash,

they're gonna have questions

for you two.

What about Energyne?

They know a hell of a lot more

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