The Terror Within Page #2

Andre, I'm gonna need

this camera operational

Just as soon as possible.

Gonna take some time.

We're gonna have to jury-rig something.

No, we won't. I got an idea.

All right, I need some drain pipe.

Over here.

Cut me a four-foot piece, will you?

You better know what you're doing, man.

Neil, don't you think you

ought to measure it first?

All right, it's gonna work.

Maybe.

You'd rather go up there?

Maybe.

You always got to repeat

everything he says?

Me... f*** you.

Are you getting anywhere?

Well, she's got a very

high "t" cell count,

So she's definitely been

exposed to the plague

And somehow survived.

But there's something else.

She's pregnant.

You're certain?

Yeah, I ran two additional tests.

Now, I haven't dealt with a

pregnancy since med school,

But I'd guess that she's

about three months along.

Well, that's all we need

is another mouth to feed.

Don't you see it, hal?

She's been exposed to the plague,

And she's gotten pregnant.

It means there's still a

chance for us out there.

If it's normal.

You know I can't do

an amniocentesis here.

I'm not set up for it.

Then we'll just have to wait and see.

Um, does sue know?

No, not yet.

Then let's just keep

this between you and I

Until you know some more.

That doesn't seem to be very fair.

I just don't want to get her hopes up

In case we have to terminate it

At the first sign of abnormality.

We just don't have the resources

here to do anything else.

Okay.

Damn, I wish we still had those rifles.

I don't know.

It might piss him off.

All right, we're at the ladder.

So far so good.

I'm going up.

Oh, sh*t.

Christ.

Hal, they're up there.

We can't replace the cameras.

Then set up the microphone.

At least we'll be able to hear them.

Yeah, right.

You go.

Uh-uh.

Get your ass up there.

Come on, man. I'll give you a cigar.

No way.

How about a pint of shine?

You're lucky I give credit.

Give me the wrench.

You got it.

Give me the mic.

Come on, the mic!

David, what's going on up there?

I bet you can't read

the no vacancy sign.

Hurry it up, man.

Jesus, the thing's gonna get in here.

Would you relax?

Come on. Hurry it up, man.

Neil, open up!

Come on, man.

Move it! Open up!

Man, I thought that

you and me were history

When that arm came through.

It was two fingers, man.

Yeah, it was enough.

Now, about that pint of shine.

That's a plan.

I'm not going back out there.

Anything in there?

Yeah, the guy who kept it

was named Randall Morgan.

Roger, Marie, and Karen.

He lost his wife and two

of his kids to the plague.

I couldn't figure out why

he and Karen were spared.

In any given population,

There's bound to be a few

with natural immunities.

I guess they were the lucky ones, huh?

Some luck.

Anyway, it's clear from

the photos we found Karen.

But that's not all.

Linda and hal have been

hiding something from us.

That figures.

I pulled Karen's data from the computer.

David, the girl is

three months pregnant.

That's impossible.

Can you imagine?

What a change, having a kid

running around this place.

What's wrong?

What if it's not one of ours?

You're crazy.

Linda would know if

something were wrong.

And according to her

data, everything is fine.

I hope she's right.

Christ, a pregnant woman.

Mm, I'll drink to that.

Cheer up, Uncle Dave.

Hello, Karen.

Karen.

It's a pretty name.

I brought you something.

You're so lucky.

You're gonna have a baby.

You don't know anything.

Why are you so scared?

You're safe here.

No, I'm not.

Would you just go away?

Go away and leave me alone.

Mojave lab calling rocky Mountain lab.

Listening 145.5.

Mojave lab calling rocky Mountain lab.

Listening 145.5.

Mojave lab calling...

Mojave, this is rocky Mountain.

Transmission level three.

Repeat level three.

We are under gargoyle attack.

Rocky Mountain lab, this is mojave lab.

Your transmission garbled.

Repeat, your transmission garbled.

Say all after suffered.

At least we know they're still there.

Yeah, maybe.

Mojave lab calling rocky Mountain lab.

Your transmission garbled.

Repeat, your transmission garbled.

Say all after suffered.

We've got a major problem.

The girl.

It's like her pregnancy

is in fast-forward.

Last night she was

three months pregnant.

This morning when I checked her,

I'd swear she was seven

or eight months along.

That's not good.

Linda?

It's obviously abnormal.

We can't take any chances.

I guess we'll have to get rid of it.

If possible, we ought

to keep the fetus alive

For further study.

If it's that far along, we

may be able to examine it.

How's the girl doing?

Her name's Karen, and

she's doing much better.

Sue, I'm gonna need you to

help me with the anesthesia.

But I don't know anything about...

I made up a card with all

the right parameters on it.

I'll explain everything before we start.

Okay.

I just hope you know what you're doing.

Swab, please.

Pencil.

I can't believe hal wants

to keep this thing alive.

Nothing stops science.

Scalpel.

Cut from here to here.

Cauterize the incision.

We need to separate the muscle wall.

How's it going, sue?

Right where it should be.

Scalpel, please.

Now the uterus.

Okay, now reach in.

I can feel the fetus.

Sh*t.

My hand.

Hal.

Hal.

Hal!

Holy sh*t, it's in the air vent.

Oh, my God. Karen!

Andre, lock him off.

God damn it.

Half of 'em ain't closing.

Well, Christ, we got to lock it off.

They can't get back

up here, but... damn,

We were gonna do maintenance

on this system next week.

The only way to turn

the others off is manual.

Is it sealed off yet?

No, Murphy and his goddamn law

is shitting all over us, hal.

You guys better get in here.

Let's think this through.

It can't get in at this level,

So what are the options?

Check level by level.

Seal them off one by one.

Send it down to storage on level four.

Then gas the area.

We ought to try and catch it.

No way.

We should kill it.

Now, wait a minute.

A premature fetus isn't a...

Isn't what? A threat?

When's the last time you saw

A premature fetus move like that?

I did some calculations on the computer.

And going by the growth

rate of her pregnancy...

You can't theorize from that.

It's the only database we have.

I say we kill it.

We have to expect the worst from now on.

Yeah, damn right.

Damn right.

All right.

We're gonna need some weapons.

Andre, Neil, you got any suggestions?

The welding gear.

We could rig something from that.

Turn it into a crispy critter.

Yeah, torch the f***er.

Yeah, that means getting in real close.

You ready to do that?

There's something else we can use.

The surgical lasers...

If we could create a

portable power source.

Radio batteries.

If the power drain isn't too bad.

How long would that take?

Two hours.

If it maintains the same growth,

It will be at full size in 24 hours.

You got 45 minutes.

All right, it works.

Whole damn four feet.

Definitely within grabbing range.

This thing will eat

fuel like a jet engine.

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