(Chairman, Voice-over): Dear Director.
We can all understand that a shift from autonomy to oversight can be a difficult adjustment for anyone.
But especially someone of *your* standing.
In that spirit, we have attempted to accommodate your... brief explanations to our serious inquiries.
Nonetheless, I feel compelled to inform you that even *our* trust has its limits.
(Soldier): Sorry, sir, those are my orders. No-one can approach the crash site.
You can't come in. Sorry.
(Washington): I need to see that ship. Check my clearance if you need to!
(Soldier): I know, sir, but it won't matter. They said I can't let anybody in. Anybody.
(Washington): I have orders from Command, Private.
(Soldier): So do I. These came from the Director himself.
Look sir, I'd like to help you, I really would.
But this investigation thing...
apparently they've started talking to people within the recovery force.
Now everything's getting locked down.
You get Command to call me and tell me different, I can let you in.
Until then, there's nothing I can do.
You can use Red Base if you want to make some calls.
That facility has already been swept.
(Washington): Fine. I understand.
[Sighs] We have a problem.
(Caboose): I hope it isn't a math problem...
(Washington): They've got the crash site locked down.
(Church): Oh, great. We couldn't have found that out on the radio?
We had to walk here?
(Washington): They said we could use this base, if we want.
(Church): Wow. The empty concrete base?
Is it our birthday?
(Caboose): I want cake.
(Church): Can we find somewhere nicer to hang out?
Hey, maybe there's like a... cool nightclub nearby that you can't get us into either.
That would be awesome.
(Washington): You two just... stay here.
I'll go draw off the guards.
When I give you the signal, use that grav lift.
(Church): The what?
How do we use it?
(Washington): Just step into it. It'll do the rest.
Meet me at the ship.
(Church): Okay. What's the... signal?
God dammit, I hate when they do that.
(Caboose): When they do wha-? Hey!
Where is Agent Washington...?
(Caboose): What do you think he'll do for a distraction?
(Church): Who knows? He'll probably like, you know, make a noise or... throw a rock.
That's what I would do.
[Explosion]
[Alarm Siren]
(Church): Or he could do that...
(Caboose): I think he is better at distractions than you are.
(Church): Yeah. [Radio tuning]
(Washington): Okay, come on out. But come quietly.
(Church): Okay, let's go.
(Caboose): Um. Yes. I don't want to?
Uh, you see, I am scared of the thing that I don't know what it is
(Church): Oh don't be a baby.
How bad could it- beeeeee?!
[Grunting]
That was fucking bullshit!
(Soldier): Did you just say something?
(Other soldier): What?
(Washington): I said quietly! What part of quiet don't you understand?
(Church): What part?!
HOW ABOUT THE PART WHERE I GOT THROWN EIGHTY FEET IN THE FUCKING AIR
BY THE GOD DAMN THROWING THING?!
(Washington): They didn't see us. Okay, stay out of sight.
Do you recognise this ship?
(Church): Yeah, this looks like it.
(Caboose): Sheila? Sheila! Are you okay?
(Washington): Um. What is he doing?
(Church): Oh. Yeah, we uh, we transferred our tank's training program into the ship
so that it could help us repair it.
(Washington): Did you inform Command that you moved the program to the ship?
(Church): Yeah, we're not really... big on paperwork.
(Washington): That's actually a good thing in this case.
If they don't know it's there, they may not have tried to activate it.
Aha! Here we go.
(Sheila): [Voice changing pitch] -lo, and thank you for activating the- wait.
Where am I?
(Caboose): Sheila?!
(Washington): Program. Instruction. Run a full diagnostic, and load the logs from your last flight.
(Sheila): [Voice changing pitch] Affirmative. Exception. This system has taken- taken damage.
I am function- I am functioning at minimum capacity- city- city.
(Washington): Program. Instruction. Override exception-
(Caboose): Do not talk to her like that! She is not a program!
(Washington): Woah. What? Calm down.
(Church): Hey I'm just gonna... stand behind Caboose?
For a couple minutes? You know for safety... reasons.
(Washington): Okay. I only want to replay the logs from the crash.
So can you please get it-
I mean her. To do that?
(Caboose): Sheila? Um, would you go ahead and do that thing that he just said... to me?
(Sheila): Beginin- Beginning playb- playback.
(Sheila): Warning. Warning. System failure.
(Texas): Sheila! Damage report, now!
(Sheila): Rear stabilizer offine. Navigation offline.
And my system clock does not match interior records.
(Texas): Did Gamma get loose?!
(Sheila): Negative. But I do not know how much longer I can contain-
(Texas): Computer. What about there? In the canyon? Can we land?
(Sheila): Analyzing data. (Texas): Just tell me!
(Texas): Can you get us there?
(Sheila): I am unable to calculate-
(Texas): Sheila! Give me manual controls, now!
(Sheila): Acknowledged. Manual controls activated.
(Sheila): Warning. Decompression. Rear doors open.
(Texas): Where are they going?! Close the hatch!
(Sheila): Rear doors open. (Texas): Wait!
(Sheila): Acknowledged. Warning.
(Texas): What happened to-? (Sheila): Altitude critical.
(Sheila): Brace for impact. Brace for impact.
(Texas): Hold on everyone!
(Texas): HOLD ON! EVERYBODY JUST HOLD ON-
[Beep]
(Washington): Okay. So after that, the ship crashed here.
And from what a survivor told us, the Blues got here first and offloaded the bodies and equipment.
Then they started to get infected.
(Caboose): Infected? What were they doing with the bodies?
(Church): Gross, shut up.
(Caboose): No really what were they doing with the bodies?
(Washington): He said their men started acting erratically.
And for some reason they destroyed all their radios and their own comm tower.
(Church): Oh, okay, okay. *That* was definitely Omega.
(Washington): You had a similar experience?
(Church): Yeah- similar? Exactly the same.
(Washington): It all adds up, then.
(Washington): Omega was the one who inherited that trait.
During training, they discovered he could move from suit to suit.
For some reason, he preferred Agent Texas.
They tried to reassign him, but he always made his way back to her somehow.
(Church): So where's your AI?
(Washington): I don't have one. Anymore.
It's a long story, but it's why I was chosen for this job.
(Church): Okay, okay- I knew I heard your name before.
You're that guy that went nuts, right?
(Washington): *I* didn't do anything. My AI-
Lost... control of itself.
(Church): Riiight. It just happened to do it while it was inside your head.
(Washington): Right.
(Caboose): We have a lot in common, Agent Washington.
(Washington): No we don't.
And don't ever say that again.
(Church): Where's Tex's body?
(Washington): According to the prisoner, it should be in Blue base.
(Church): Take me to it, I wanna see it.
(Washington): What? I don't think so.
That's their m- [Beeping alarm]
[Beeping alarm] [Radio tuning]
[Beeping alarm] (Radio): Recovery Command calling Recovery One, Level 0.
(Washington): I have you command, Level 0. Go ahead.
(Radio): We have a beacon, Wash. Pulling the data now.
Stand by for ID and co-ordinates.
(Washington): I received it here, too. Standing by.
(Church): What was that?
(Washington): That was my recovery beacon.
It means an AI somewhere is in jeopardy, and I have to find it before-
Something- else... does.
(Radio): Co-ordinates locked, transmitting now.
(Washington): Receiving co-ordinates for recovery target, do we have an ID?
(Radio): Affirmative. It is from the AI Delta and-
(Washington): Agent South.
(Radio): Roger that... Agent South Dakota.
Vital reports look bad, yeah, she's in trouble, Wash.
(Washington): Yes.
Yes she is.