[Wyoming] You there, look alive.
Crikey, boss seems like he's in a bad mood today.
No kidding. - What's gone up his bum, eh?
Porbably just some - - Hold on a bit... You hear that?
Hear what? .... Hear what? - You hear that? Come on you gotta hear that one.
Hear whaa-ooooh crap.
Gotcha now, mate!
What's that noise?
Crikey!
Hope I didn't scare ya, fellas.
[Blue Grunt] Crikeyyy!
Bollocks.
[Tex V.O.] "I'd been tracking my old friend, Wyoming,
...hoping that he'd lead me to his boss.
But I wasn't having any luck, until he came here.
Now I hate locked doors, but at least that means there's something, or someone, worth lockin' up.
Still, I have a pretty good sixth sense, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was walking right in to a --"
[Tex] Crap!
Well, well. Look who abandoned her mates to follow me.
I'm flattered, of course, but you'll pardon me for not acting surprised, Tex.
[Tex V.O.] "Oh, by the way? I'm Tex.
And yes, I know it's a guy's name."
And it seems you've killed my two best guards. Oh, bugger.
Oops. Sorry 'bout that.
Perish the thought, my dear.
Tomorrow is pay day. You actually saved me quite a bit of money.
Kill anyone else and I might have to start paying you commission.
Where is he?
Oh, right. And here I thought you were spending all this time trying to get close to me.
Tssk, tssk... - Where is he?
Yes, he asks about you too, Tex.
It's almost as if you two are of the same mind.
That's not funny.
Sorry, but I can't play matchmaker today, I'm entirely too busy.
Dammit!
Ta-ta for now!
[Tex V.O.] "So here's my problem: Wyoming was my only lead.
Losing him would mean losing any chance of finding his boss.
There was no way I was gonna let that happen.
Wyoming didn't know it, but he was gonna lead me right to him."
[Wyoming's Boss] Come in, Wyoming.
Wyoming here. Go ahead.
Did she take the bait?
Indeed. Hook, line and sinker, mate.
Hook, line and sinker...
[Wyoming's Boss] Excellent.
[Flowers] Alright, I wanna see some hustle out there!
I mean the... hard-work kind of hustle. Not the... disco or legal-scam kind of hustle.
Apologize for the confusion on that earlier.
Your armor looks good. A lot better than this regulation blue stuff they give the rest of us.
They told us each one has a unique ability.
I've been tryin' to figure out what mine is-
Tex, you know, you don't have to do this.
I'm not doing it because I have to.
It's just that -- there's all these rumors about these experiments they're running, that they're...
...taking computer programs and puttin' 'em inside of people's heads.
Just sounds a little... crazy.
You know I can't talk about it with you.
I know.
Technically you're not even supposed to be here.
I know.
Hey Leonard... come!
Yeah, hold on a second, Jimmy!
Yes, I think it best you go, Private. We've got real military work to do here.
Perhaps you should go back to your training. Learn how to get shot properly.
Yeah, thanks. I was already leaving.
[Flowers] Never leave a man behind... except when it's...
[Church] Tex, I...
[Flowers] ...probably let women and children go first...
[Church] ...just be careful.
[Flowers] Just give us your best judgment.
[Tex V.O.] "He was right about the rumors: every one of the operatives was paired and implanted with some kind of modified A.I.
They were supposed to make us faster or stronger or, in my case, just plain meaner.
The experiment worked for a while, then people just started goin' crazy.
So they scrapped the project, and began removing the A.I. modules and deleting them one by one.
Problem was, some of the A.I.s didn't wanna be deleted. They began resisting the removal process.
The one in my head, Omega, was one of the difficult ones.
Since they couldn't erase him, they decided to erase both of us.
And that didn't go over so well.
By the time we escaped the facility, it was pretty clear I had to do something to get rid of Omega for good.
Unfortunately, it's pretty hard to hide your thoughts from something that lives inside your head.
It wasn't that long before he figured out how to jump outta me, and into other people using the radio.
So removing him was the easy part.
Killing him was gonna be a different story.
And as much as I hate to admit it...
I'm gonna need some help."
[Humming]
Alright, freeze! - Oh...
Sorry, officer...
I, uh...
...lost my keys to my shop here and I was
trying to figure out a way to, you know, um...
You never were a very good liar, York.
York, haven't been called York in a really long time.
Hello, Allison.
I haven't been called Allison in a really long time.
You down to petty theft now, York?
Seems like a waste of your talents.
Hey, whatever pays the rent.
There's not much call for a former infiltration specialist these days.
I think that's about to change.
There's a place I need to get in to and they don't want me to get in to it.
You know, they never do?
What do you think, D? Should we trust her?
Hmm, that depends. Is he still with her?
What the -- you still have yours?!
Alarm, threat level raised. 71% chance of violent outcome.
Okay, take it easy.
Chance of defeating Agent Omega Texas in combat is extremely unlikely. - What's going on here?
Thank you, D.
Look, put the weapon down, Tex. Delta's not a threat to anyone. Never was.
You know, if anyone should be nervous about onboard passengers around here, it should be me.
Well, don't be nervous. Omega's gone.
Chance of defeating Agent Texas -- still very unlikely.
Okay, I get it. Thank you, retire now.
[Delta] Executing.
Let's go inside.
[Tex] Nice place. You furnish it yourself?
[York] Actually, I had an interior decorator help me...
She's dead now.
Look, Tex, are you absolutely sure he's not anywhere in that head of yours?
Omega's gone. That's why I'm here.
Oh.... Let me guess:
He's gone, but that's not good enough.
You wanna kill him too.
He spent a lot of time in my head, York.
You know what it's like: whatever they think, we think.
Whatever we know,
...they know. - Yeah.
I'm familiar.
Remember all of Reggie's dumb knock-knock jokes?
York, this is serious.
Omega wants to do a lot of bad things.
I already know where he is, I just need your help to get in.
Why?
He's not alone.
Wyoming.
Uhh, speak of the devil.
Okay, let's say I do this. What's in it for me?
Payback.
How's the vision in your eye?
Still blurry...
Hurts when I read.
Well then, how 'bout a little revenge?
You know, technically, you're the reason I have one bad eye.
No, technically I'm the reason you still have one good eye.
What do you think, D.?
Agent Texas poses a serious risk to any mission.
The spontaneous ejection of A.I. can be catastrophic to the psyche of an agent.
She seems okay to me.
May I remind you what happened when Program Gamma removed itself from Agent Wyoming?
That won't be necessary, D.
Look, what's your recommendation?
Are we in or we out?
Tactical Matrix is incalculable.
Outcome is uncertain. Chance of success is unknown.
But, a little payback would be nice.
We're in.
Okay, I'm officially worried. There hasn't been any movement for days.
It looks like they've bunkered down or left.
Yep. What do you think, D.?
If Omega is inside the building, we must enter to locate him.
If he has already left, that building contains the only clues to his current location.
In either scenario, we must- - Let's go.
Okay then, stick to the plan.
We split, maintain visual, no radios, movement on fours. Sync?
Synced. - Go.
[Delta] York, I am concerned. I have been monitoring Agent Texas. Her vital statistics are well above normal.
I'm sure she's just tense, D.
Okay? I am too, and I'm not fighting something that lived in my head for a few years.
Agreed, but the anomaly is worth noting.
Once we encounter the target, her emotions may make her actions erratic.
What could I tell ya...?
Just one of the things that makes us human, D.
Excellent point, York. I was not looking at it from a flawed perspective.
I will try to do so in the future.
Well it sure would make these conversations easier.
Thanks for coming down to my level, D.
I am here to assist.
No vis.
There it is. Bust the lock and this teleporter will take us up top.
- Whoa, whoa...
You said an encrypted lock. This is a holographic lock.
Is there a difference? - Yeah...
...hence the two names.
So can you open it or not?
Course I can!
It's just much harder.
I just brought it up 'cause I wanted you to realize how kick-ass I am.
I'm convinced. Get to work.
York, why are we doing this?
Killing Omega will not repair the damage he did to your optic nerve.
I'm not doing it to fix my eye, D.
I'm doing it because my eye is broken.
I apologize, but that does not make sense to me.
Omega and Allison were always the best.
No one could compete with them.
Not me, not Wyoming, not anybody.
Trying to beat them when I should have given up is how I got hurt in the first place.
[Delta] Oh, so it is pride.
I was registering an emotion, but I incorrectly categorized it as "stupidity."
[York] Yeah, they're closely related.
Okay, I'll take the lead. Give me fifteen seconds then follow, sync?
Sync.
Need you to stay tight, D...
...watch my bad side. - Of course, watching left.
Execute in... three... two... one... execute.
Good luck. - Thanks
Target down... target locked...
Tex, sitrep!
Five of them at three-six and three-oh!
Three-Alpha mark...
Two and three, cover next part of the sightings. - Next up three. One down,
...one at my foot. - Problem. Data and small explosives needed.
Ace?
Y, stop thinking! Go below!
Copy.
Next reload, w're gonna split up, you go Bravo.
Copy. D, need a speaker for mark.
Speaker active. - Copy.
Mark. - Mark.
Reloading. Three. Enemy eliminated.
92% efficiency. 36 rounds of 39 fired.
Dammit, jam! Cover, cover cover!
Alarm!
York, are you okay?
It's that damn left side. - D, info.
York has sustained two wounds to his upper-left chest.
Recommend evac, stat.
- [York] Just... need a minute.
Administering field stint
...and analgesic. - Wait! Wait...
Tex...
...don't -- don't let him...
York is now unconscious. Alarm: target Alpha has reloaded.
How bad is it, D? - York will not survive.
Okay, D, hop in to me. I'll host you until we get outta this.
Thank you, Allison. But I would prefer to stay with York.
He will need me to maintain his pain medication.
An A.I. can't fall into enemy hands, D.
If you're in there when he dies, you know what the armor's protocol will do to you.
I would prefer to stay with York.
That's very kind of you, D.
It's just part of what makes us human, Tex.
What's this...? - Don't move.
How in bloody hell? - Thanks for the light show, D.
I'm here to assist.
Oh, bollocks...
However, I am afraid I will not be able to assist you further. York's armor is beginning to shut down.
- [Tex] I understand.
- Good luck to both of you.
- Both of us? You must be failing if you wish your enemy luck.
Good and evil are human constructs, Reginald.
I was merely attempting to be courteous.
Well, one more freelancer gone.
I'm afraid the reunion committee will be none too happy to hear about that.
Can it. Tell me where Omega is and don't play dumb with me.
Hardly. I do believe our dear Omega is currently killing all your friends in that miserable canyon.
What?
Why? - I might have mentioned you were there.
He's quite keen to make your acquaintance again.
But you saw me at the snow fortress!
Tex, may I remind you I still have a contract on some of those people at Blood Gulch.
I figured why not kill eight birds with one stone, eh?
Well, you just signed his death warrant.
Afraid not, my dear. You see, he's already moved on to someone else,
...and you'll have no way of telling who.
Who did he jump in to?
(Laughing)
That, dear Tex, is between me and Omega.
Oh, but you'll find out soon enough.
You know what? You don't have to tell me.
All I have to do is pummel you senseless, rip off your helmet,
...and access your communication logs.
I'll know exactly where he is.
Uh, hmm... I see.
Well in that case, perhaps I shall tell you.
Nah, I like my way better.