The Anomaly Page #2

get your freedom back.

You have no idea.

Sergio will come for me and he

will not stop until he's found me.

Look, you've lost a kid,

we can help this one.

Please.

Please.

You didn't tell me

we were in New York.

Where did you think you were?

Hey! Hey!

Back up!

Back the f*** up! Back up!

You all right? You okay?

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Up.

Where's the research, 43543?

We're not gonna stop

till we've got what we need.

You talk, and we all go get a slice

of pie and enjoy the sunshine.

What do you say,

Mr. Scientist?

F*** you.

You want some more?

Let's go again, right now!

Wait. We've gotta

give him, what?

Five, 10 minutes?

Right, Doc?

Doc.

We can't break

him with one hand

tied behind our

backs like this.

You don't know how

it is with Leonid.

Leonid.

Two years we've been

processing him, not a peep.

Now, the old doctor, he was

real big on prisoner's rights.

How about the rights of

ordinary, decent people

to sleep peacefully

in their beds at night

without worrying about

a sick f*** like him?

How about letting us

bend the rules a little?

Where are we?

Are you f***ing with me?

You don't know where we are?

Is there a problem?

Come on, Doc.

What the f***?

You know where we

are is classified,

and if you don't,

I can't tell you.

Okay.

He's having some

kind of episode.

We should just do what we've got to do.

He's not going to tell anyone.

There was a boy.

Achild.

And there was a girl,

Dana, a prostitute.

She was helping me,

and then Sergio...

What are you talking about?

Just do your f***ing job!

I keep blacking out and...

I kidnapped a kid.

I don't know where he

is now, because I'm me...

I mean,

lam the "me" I am now.

But soon I will change and I'll

know, but I won't want to tell you.

Now, I know how this sounds.

I know this sounds crazy,

but please,

you have to believe me.

There's a child's

life at stake.

He's got something

strapped to him.

Doc, come on!

I will shoot you!

Give it up, Doc!

Down! Down!

Get the f*** down!

The mask, give it to me!

You're the scientist?

Of course, yes.

Is there a technology

that allows people

to control

somebody else's mind?

This is hardly the time.

Tell me about mind control!

I have heard of

such a program.

Experimental death, called droning.

How is it done?

How is it done?

The host body

holds a receiver,

like a modem

receiving a signal.

Where?

All neurological

impulses go through

the basal ganglia in

the back of the neck,

so probably there.

Now, the mask, please.

Now how are we going

to get out of here?

Hey! Hey!

Are you the contact?

What happens now?

Where is the laboratory?

Where are

Dr. Langham's people?

It's his plan! What now?

I see they've

redesigned the chronometer.

The new spectrograph 406.

They must've brought it out

while I was indisposed.

A wide-spectrum deprillator.

Already configured.

And after months of waiting

and fragmented communication,

you break me out of my cell and

give me a nice new laboratory.

Thank you so very much.

Gentlemen, let's celebrate.

Hey, the studio's benefactor

number two, have a glass.

To a fruitful collaboration.

Nostrovia!

Now that I see you

are men of your word,

let me show you something.

All my work, right here.

Ingenious.

Kept all your work right

under their noses for years.

This stuff is far too good

for governments to know.

You know why

lam the best? Hmm?

Because I can

see the aesthetics.

My contemporaries

are vulgarians.

They see only

RNA bases, enzymes.

I see

Picasso.

Biology's purest sculpture.

The virus.

I'll make something

simple and nasty.

An airborne pathogen

that messes with DNA in a

particularly baroque fashion.

Makes the subject grow

some extra eyes, say.

I'll make it very contagious.

We show them it works.

We threaten to release it over

some densely populated cities.

And we all grow

obscenely rich.

Yeah, about that.

That's all very interesting,

very "baroque" was it you said?

Mmm.

Well, actually, Leonid,

we may have

mislead you, somewhat.

I mean, do we need

your expertise? Yes.

Do we need you to build

this bespoke virus? Yes.

But are we going to blackmail

governments for money?

No.

No, we're not.

We're not interested in blackmail

here, and we don't need money.

You may not understand this,

but our ambitions

are a little

wider.

I will not work if I do

not agree to the cause.

I'm very well aware of that.

Let me show you something.

No, no, no, no'.!

Stop! You'll die.

Back away.

What are you doing?

Lucky it's not too deep.

All right, I'm gonna stay

here until this one's over.

A change of plans, I think.

What nonsense this is,

I do not know.

But it proves one thing.

You have ceased

to be of use.

So thank you very

much for my freedom,

and an excellent

place to work.

But I will go

from here alone.

It's DNA coded.

You need an override code.

So why don't you relax

and watch some TV.

What is this?

Hello, Leonid.

The boy, of course, is Alex.

I believe you know him.

What have you

done to my son?

Please don't...

No! Mum!

Mum, no.

I killed the mother,

but your son

is still alive.

Although, perhaps not

for long, my dear boy.

The acid between

the sheets is irreversibly

spreading towards

your son's body

and can only

be stopped by us.

Ifs a little much,

I admit.

But it's a visual incentive and I

do have a penchant for theatrics.

I give you my word, your son will

be released if you do what we say.

All your instructions

are in front of you.

Leonid. We can save Alex.

But we need to act fast before

I change back into him.

I'm gonna black out soon and

there isn't much time left.

Leonid.

Two, one.

Manual shutdown.

We are no longer

transmitting, which means...

Hello, Ryan.

Let's see.

Pulse normal.

Within tolerance.

The ports are clear.

There's nothing

wrong with the

old receiver tech.

It's embedded nicely.

The vocal chords

have been disabled,

and I've fixed the self-inflicted

damage on the right side of the neck

and opened the node

portal on the left.

I've gone over all

the transmission equipment.

It's working perfectly.

So, it has to be a fault

or interference

with the satellite.

Quite frankly, there's nothing

we can do about that,

'cause it might

just happen more,

and possibly more randomly.

Every now and again, soldier

boy is gonna get his head back

until the reboot

kicks in automatically.

Which, as we have seen,

is plenty of time for him

to make quite

a mess of things.

He's incredibly persistent.

All I have to do is just

slit this vein.

I know that I can take care of

everything on my own from here.

We'll discuss this

when you get back.

Bug repair the subject.

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