The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen Page #4

What is that thing?

My exploration pod.

- We could track it.

- I intend to catch it!

That is us.

That is the Nautiloid.

We will be upon them soon.

You okay?

Just a little shaken.

Nemo?

It's nothing of mine.

Captain, the noise came from this.

A recording disk?

Ready, professor?

Recording.

Gentlemen, if you're hearing this...

...then every step leading up to it

has gone as planned.

And I have been true

to the goals set to me.

Yes, it's me, Dorian.

As you know by now,

I'm no Ioyal son of the Empire.

My Ioyalty to Mr. M comes

in no small part from his possession...

...of something I hold very dear

to my heart...

...something I would do anything

to regain.

- Are you all right?

- My ears hurt. It's nothing.

Everything so far

has been misdirection.

Sanderson Reed,

the assassins in Kenya...

...your recruitment and mission,

the secret conference, a myth.

Even the League itself. There is

no League. There never was.

It was a ruse to get me closer

to my goals.

He likes the sound of his own voice.

You see, I want you, each of you,

even tired old Ouatermain.

He'll capture Hyde

where all others have failed.

The question is why.

Why all this mask and mystery?

Because in the war to come, I intend

to wield the greatest weapon of all:

The power of the League itself.

Turn it off, Henry.

Please, turn it off.

To that end, I set my wolf

among you sheep...

Growl.

...who'll gain your trust,

quietly lead you astray.

And all the while, I'll collect you,

the parts of you I need.

Nemo's science.

Magnesium phosphorus.

Skinner's skin sample.

You scratched me.

Jekyll's potion.

And Mina's blood.

He's stolen us, and we let him.

If you fail to save venice,

then I get my war.

And if you succeed...

...well, it's a small price to pay

for Gray to go about his task.

War will come, sooner or later...

...as inevitable as summer into autumn.

Now, some of you, perhaps Ouatermain

if he isn't dead...

...will pause to ask why I'm letting

you know all this.

What fool reveals his stratagem

before the game is over?

It is over, for you...

...because my voice isn't

the only sound being made.

While I've rambled on, a secondary layer

of inaudible sound...

...higher than humans can hear,

audible to dogs and lower animals...

...has been heard by crystal sensors

dotted about your vessel.

Sensors attached to bombs.

"Bomb " voyage.

Out of the way!

We have to surface!

We're taking in water!

Controls are not responding!

Primary engine room almost full!

Aft bulkhead open. Pump valves jammed!

- Seal it off!

- There are men in there!

For the greater good, we must seal it!

We can do it, Henry.

What are you talking about?

You know we can do it, together!

Seal it! Seal it up!

Wait!

Don't close it!

- What are you doing?

- It's our last chance.

But I'm ordered to close it!

Then close it.

Seal it up.

Bravo, Edward. Bravo!

Let's not make a saint out of a sinner.

Next time, he may not be so helpful.

Can we still follow Gray?

Well, we were the faster,

but now we're the tortoise to his hare.

- So we're done?

- No, we're alive.

If M has any ideas to the contrary,

that gives us an edge.

We're getting a signal.

Morse code.

- What's it say?

- "Hello, my freaky darlings."

Skinner?

"Hiding onboard little fish

with Gray and M.

On way to base, east by northeast.

Follow my lead."

Good work...

...all of you.

Captain?

All ahead, full!

If Skinner's headings are correct...

...we will pass through

the treacherous Straits of Tartary...

...and enter the Amur River,

which empties out...

...into the frozen lakes of Mongolia,

virtually inaccessible to outsiders.

Peasant settlements.

They're all deserted.

Why deserted?

Fear, no doubt.

M's summer retreat.

This is where Skinner signaled

he'd meet us.

So we wait.

Skinner?

- We heard a noise.

- It was nothing.

Just an old tiger sensing his end.

Perhaps this was not his time

to die after all.

- I've been waiting all week to do that.

- Get a grip, man.

Well, I thought I just did.

Mina.

- Report!

- Well, hello to you too.

And need I remind you,

I am naked in the snow.

I can't feel any of my extremities,

and I mean any of them.

With all the suspicion on the ship...

...I knew you wouldn't believe

I wasn't the spy.

I thought it was best to disappear.

So, what are we dealing with?

The fortress is vast.

Furnaces produce iron for making

M's weapons of destruction.

They're pieced together on the factory

floor by a private army of ruthless men...

...who share his vision.

But the worst was to come.

In the dry dock, M's best minds

pervert Nemo's dream.

- The Nautilus?

- Nautili. There's eight, for now.

- What about the kidnapped scientists?

- M holds their families hostage.

The men work,

or the women and children die.

- Monstrous!

- That isn't the half of it.

The scientists are forced to work night

and day to make new versions of us.

Invisible spies, an army of Hydes,

vampiric assassins.

M leaves for Europe today

with a sample of the chemicals...

...to sell to the most eager nation.

- I'll not let my evil infect the world.

- Do you think any of us feel differently?

Chimney pipes laced to buildings...

...and bombs in the furnaces

would make quite a bang.

But someone needs to blow that place

to hell, and I am least likely to be seen.

Skinner, I didn't know that you were

such a bare-faced liar.

All that time pretending

that you weren't a hero?

Shut up, or I'll come to my senses.

And besides, any more like me,

and I'll lose the franchise.

No, this cannot be a hunt

to the death, more's the pity.

We must take M alive

if his secrets are to be uncovered.

Not Gray.

He's lived long enough.

- Oh, I'll handle him.

- No.

Nemo, you and Hyde

will free the prisoners.

Sawyer and I will deal with M.

Then the game is on.

Do you mind?

Night-night.

Your painting's in your room.

In return for the League, that was our

deal, and I'm glad to see you honor it.

So, what now?

London. I've had my fill of violence.

Now I'm in the mood for vice.

You could stay, share my dream.

I've lived long enough to see the future

become history, professor.

Empires crumble.

There are no exceptions.

You think you're better than me.

You forget, I've seen your painting.

Skinner said turn right at the column.

Oh, great. Which one?

This way.

You lead, and I'll follow.

The scientists.

They're for Nemo.

Prepare the armaments for shipment.

Prepare the armaments for shipment.

They're moving out.

Let's hope Skinner's up to the task.

You, help him out!

Release them!

Quietly!

Get them back to the ship.

Intruders! Intruders!

Intruders!

James, here's your box of tricks!

The brute's potion,

the vampire's blood...

...the Indian's science

and mounted samples of invisible skin.

They'll be all the rage in Europe.

The Nautiloid is fueled and ready.

- We have trouble.

- Trouble? I call it sport.

Intruders! Indians! I think it's

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