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These are the journals of Darian
Lambert, Captain, Fugitive Retrieval

.D.

2193.

Only a few moments more while I remove
the bandages, Mr. Fuller.

I must say that in all my years as a
reconstructive surgeon, yours is one of

most intriguing cases I've ever
encountered.

And your recovery time, more remarkable.

I'm always amazed at how much it's
possible to achieve.

Let me have a mirror. Careful.

Your voice is going to be a bit rough
for a few days.

A normal side effect, given the fact
that we had to restrict your speech to

allow the sutures to heal.

A mirror.

Don't worry. In a moment.

Definitely some of my best work.

I hate people who don't listen to me.

Don't get so upset.

The results are everything I promised.

Everything?

Believe me.

No one will know that you were once
Gordon Fuller.

Except you.

True. Your surgeon always knows.

But who am I going to tell?

No one.

It began in the future.

A scientist turning to evil.

A time machine called Trax.

Criminals who vanish.

And a lawman with a mission.

He has one weapon.

And a computer named Selma.

Good morning, Captain Lambert.

With him, he will travel to a time more
innocent than his own.

Now, he is among us.

A special breed of man.

A hunter.

Traveling through our world.

Searching for fugitives on his own.

Knowing he cannot go home.

Until he has found them all.

His name is Darian Lambert.

And this is his story.

Tell me, will you stop fiddling with the
radio?

Begging the captain's pardon, but my
database contains 3 ,547 musical

to the violin, more commonly known as a
fiddle. But none of these has direct

application to the radio. Please define.

It's a phrase that means stop fooling
around with the radio.

Is that...

Fooling as in being deceptive or fooling
as in being an idiot?

Start with me. Human language is so
imprecise. If we could just once have a

nice, basic, binary conversation...
Whoa!

Come here.

Sorry. Is this yours?

Sorry to get away.

I hope I didn't hurt your radio.

It's an unbreakable case. It's no
problem.

Thanks.

He's cute.

It's an unbreakable case, no problem.

Selma. It's because she happens to have
a nice... She's cute.

Very cute.

Selma, where'd you go?

I believe I'm surrounded by granules of
silica.

Silica? Silica is sand.

Now, this is a beach. You could be
anywhere.

Strange. I was scanning the news when
something struck me.

It was a beach ball.

No. It was a murder of more than passing
interest. A reconstructive surgeon

named Robert Rickman appears to have
died of sudden chronic microencephalitis

his clinic in Sulphur Springs, Arkansas.

Brain implosion?

Correct. The classic symptoms of death
induced by a myriad.

Well, it's not possible in this time
period. The myriad was in bed until

2187. As a medical device.

Except for the one man who made it
famous as a weapon.

Someone that's Corden Fuller.

Now you've gone too far.

No, no. Who else could it be? Corden
Fuller's on our known fugitive list. I

concur. But I think you've gone too far.
I am to your right.

All right, Selma. I know it's a long
shot, but I think we should go to

Springs and check it out.

And would you just give me a signal so I
know where you are?

Excuse me.

Were you talking to me?

No, I was... It must have been the
radio.

Oh, because my girlfriend and I were
wondering. Maybe you'd like to join us

dinner or something?

For dinner or something.

Ow!

What? What?

You just stung me.

Oh, it's my credit card. I've been
looking for it everywhere.

I must have stepped on it.

You okay?

Actually, that feels pretty good.

So, are we on for dinner?

Actually, that sounds pretty good.

Oh! Oh, Selma!

Selma? Yeah!

Selma! Selma, Alabama!

I gotta be there first thing in the
morning. Big meeting. Big meeting.

I almost forgot about it. It slipped my
mind.

Listen, uh... Maybe I can catch up with
you girls just later. Some other time.

I hope so.

Yeah.

Have you ever heard of the phrase, all
work and no play makes Jack a dull boy?

No. Who is Jack?

I was glad to see the FBI take an
interest in the case.

What did you say your area was?

Forensics.

How long did you know Dr. Rickman?

20 years.

Sulphur Springs is kind of the high end
of nowhere.

Until he built his clinic down here. The
only tourist we ever saw was lost.

And now we've got a hotel and
everything.

Want a cup? No, thanks.

Rickman specialized in reconstructive
surgery.

One of the best.

Want to have a look at the file?

Right here.

It wasn't a hell of a spot.

Doc Rickman sort of doubled his coroner.
Guess no one ever felt he'd ever need

one himself.

Who performed the autopsy?

Had the vet from Yonville come in.

Said he'd never seen nothing like it.
There was no brains.

It was as if someone had drilled a hole
in his fart and sucked them all out.

So we called the state medical examiner.

There's a copy of the death certificate
in the file. Oh, thanks.

Any suspects?

Sure.

34029.

Beg pardon?

Secretly was Doc Rickman's stock in
trade.

That's why people come to see him.

He'd assign you a number, make all the
arrangements, even with the hotel.

Kept it all on computer.

Except for the access code, he kept that
in his head.

Of course, the way he died sure took
care of all that.

The only thing we know for certain is
the last patient he saw was 3409.

That must be going.

Well, listen, thanks for the help.

Why don't we look around?

Sorry, that's not possible. Not without
a court order.

Case went to the grand jury.

But I'm with the FBI.

Makes no difference to me.

Rules is rules.

FBI's got to obey them, same as the next
fellow.

But I'm sure as soon as the grand jury
convenes, they'll... They'll see your

point.

And, uh, when is that?

Second Tuesday of the month.

You mean you didn't even ask the grand
jury?

They don't meet for three weeks.

Time is relative, but breaking and
entering is criminal.

Keep your voice down or the grand jury
will be the least of our problems.

Yes, Captain.

All right, let's get to work. Visual
mode.

What did the sheriff say was the number
of the last patient Rickman saw the day

he died?

Three, four...

0 -2 -9.

Ball's empty.

May I suggest C -RAM? A close encounter
with a random access memory.

Can't hurt.

How's it look?

3 -4 -0 -2 -7 -0 -2 -8. Here we are. 0
-2 -9.

I was afraid of that. Looks like Fuller
cracked the code and frished up his

file.

We're not going to find him like this.

Try running his binary profile through
the system. Maybe it'll pick up a tracer

or two.

It is an exceptionally slender file,
Captain.

Run it anyway.

This is the last known photograph of
Corden Fuller.

He made a fortune dealing in stolen pre
-Columbian art until it was discovered

that he acquired some of his holdings by
killing their prior owners with a

myriad. Weren't there police killings
too?

Yes, in Oregonia. Two officers
attempting to arrest him. You just made

of my list. What else?

An accomplished physical fitness fanatic
with a penchant for survivalist

encounters, he apparently fled to
Washington and disappeared in June of

How about a DNA facial reconstruction?

Yes, sir.

Well, what else is there? There's got to
be something.

Despite keeping everything from his
billing to his phone records on

the late Dr. Rickman appears to have
nothing further on Corden Fuller.

Phone records?

What does that show for the day Rickman
died?

Six calls to a variety of local numbers
during the morning, then nothing until a

final overseas long -distance call at 3
.45 the same afternoon.

3 .45.

Now, according to the death certificate,
the approximate time of death was...

Somewhere between two and three.

Supposing Fuller killed Rickman by
three. That would give him enough time

erase his file, make the call.

Can you get a listing?

I'm checking now.

The country code is Peru.

The number is listed for a group known
as Adventure Bound. Okay, now we're

getting somewhere. Somewhere on screen.

Give me a background check on this
Adventure Bound.

Scanning.

It appears to be an international firm
specializing in survival encounters.

All right, that fits Fuller's M .O. Why
Peru?

According to my database, a rare cache
of Inca gold was discovered in a place

called Cusroco by a group of adventure
bounders.

Adventure bounders?

Is that not what you call them?

Probably not.

But given Fuller's interest in pre
-Columbian art, it has to be him.

Selma?

I'll need a reservation for Peru.

Begging your pardon, Captain, but
anticipating your concerns, I have

taken the liberty of booking your flight
to Peru.

Adventure Band is expecting you.

Venture bound?

You must be Lambert. Martin Korda, I'm
your guide.

Let me introduce you to the others.

Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you to
Darian Lambert.

This is Donald Reed, Carl Mannheim, and
Mark Lofton. How are you? Hello.

So when do we meet the rest?

This is it. At Venture Bound, we try to
limit our groups to four plus the guide.

It enhances the experience.

One more thing.

Everyone take one of these.

Decabrin. For jungle fever.

Just a precaution.

I'm going to need some water.

Looks like our guest was right, Selma.
The late Dr. Rickman.

Let's change Fuller's face and have him
look like his picture.

Selma, give me a heart rate readout.

Scanning.

It tastes terrible.

It's all through your mouth.

Most curious.

I detected a rate similar to yours for a
moment, but then all rates uniformly

stabilized at 60 beats per minute.

Maybe you're beginning to malfunction.

Really?

Test yourself. Take mine.

Most vexing. Yours also reads 60 beats
per minute.

You've blown a chip.

I disagree.

Cross -referencing Decabrin, it states
one of the side effects to be a heart

rate of 60.

But that means the fuller could be any
one of them.

Okay, everybody climb in.

Dave Cantor's at the edge of town. We've
got a lot to square away before we can

head out.

This will be our big camp.

The ruins of Katropa are roughly 25
miles to the east.

The walk through the jungle will take a
full day.

Just to make sure we all know the rules,
adventure bound is not for everyone.

Our motto is take only chances, leave
only tracks.

Everyone shoulders his own pack.

I'll set the pace.

You'll be asked to leap up or turn back.

Once we begin, there are no refunds.

Any questions?

Good. Check your gear. Get a good
night's sleep.

You leave at first light.

There it is. I thought I lost it.

What is it?

It's a car alarm.

Forgot to take it out of my pocket
before I left the States.

How come it's got three buttons?

I've got three cars.

Really? You know, it reminds me of
something else.

Is that right?

Yeah, you know, like on Star Trek. You
know, beam me up, Scotty, and that's

your...

Lambert, Reed, what the hell's going on?

I don't know. He was showing me his car
alarm, and all of a sudden it went off

when I looked up at him. He was flat on
his back.

Where am I? The Peruvian jungle. Are you
all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Must have had a reaction to the decamer.

You sure?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm positive. I'm okay.

Well, still your gear while I make a
fire. You've got to be up and on the

by dawn.

Thanks.

That's some car alarm. I swore I saw you
turn blue.

No, decabrine.

Must be bothering you, too.

Selma. Yes, Captain.

We've been on the move since dawn. How
much further are these ruins?

At your present rate, you will reach the
ruins at Kuzroko in six hours.

That's five hours and 59 minutes too
long.

You do not appreciate communing with
nature?

Ever since survival training, the only
jungle I ever wanted was urban.

What about survival of the fritters?

Selma. Check your database. I think you
mean survival of the fittest. Ah,

programmer error. Most regrettable. Is
there anything I can do?

Not really.

Unless you can find me a king -size bed
or confirm that Reed is Gordon Fuller.

Insufficient data.

Wait here.

I'll have a look ahead.

Be right back.

Nature calls.

Captain, move left.

Move left now.

All right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

What the hell happened? Nothing serious.
Just one of the rocks came loose from

up there.

Lucky it missed you.

Yeah, I knew a guy who died in an
avalanche in the out. He never knew what

him.

Everybody keep going.

And this time, stay close.

Thank you, Selma. Just fulfilling my
function.

An abrasion mark? Perhaps a result of
collision.

More like suction.

A kind of surface mark resulting from a
myriad.

I'll scout up ahead.

You keep going.

When are we going to stop?

This guy's a slave driver.

That's what they pay him for.

It wouldn't be nice if we ran to the
next corner and there was a nice bed and

breakfast.

If you're not up to it out here, why'd
you sign on?

Oh, now, come on, relax.

Where I come from, backpacking's a lot
more fun if you don't take it so

seriously.

Where I come from, the real test is
going it alone.

So we made you guys decide to do this.

I don't know about the rest of you, but
this trip's just a tune -up.

As soon as we're done here, I'm off to
Machu Picchu.

Another Inca treasure hunter, huh? Yeah,
and a damn good one.

I thought the Peruvian government didn't
allow artifacts out of the country.

They don't.

That's what makes them so valuable.

Hey, man, what about you?

Me?

I'm just a banker on vacation.

I try to do something new every year.

I've been to the, uh...

The Super Bowl, the Olympics, Kentucky
Derby.

And this year I thought I'd try
something completely different.

I picked the right place for that.

It's a real physical test.

That's the only reason I come on these
things.

Find out what you're really made of.

Sounds like you do a lot of this kind of
thing. What do you do for a living?

We're on a string of fitness centers
back in Denver.

I love this stuff.

Make sure you don't wind up with the
case of the old Inca sorpresa.

The Inca surprises, dysentery.

You see, the Spaniards came to Peru
looking for gold, but the Incas gave

sorpresa instead and buried everything
of value in secret caches.

The Incas swore that the gods would move
heaven and earth to keep it safe.

Does that include boulders?

Okay. Everybody listen up. The river's
just ahead.

And guess what?

It's filled with crocodiles.

What?

Wait.

Wait a minute.

Boulders. Crocodiles.

See? What did I tell you?

You see that big one over on the other
bank?

He's a beaut, isn't he?

Fantastic. Must be 20 feet from tip to
tail.

Looks pretty contented if you ask me.

We're getting ready to dine out.

So where's the boat?

Over there.

Must have come untied and drifted
downriver.

What are we supposed to do, swim?

I don't think we've got much choice.

Any volunteers?

Sounds like fun.

Let's just do it.

What about the crocs?

They even blink wrong and I'll drive
them off.

Take only chances, leave only tracks. So
if you get eaten, do they give you a

rebate?

I'll be back.

Everybody keep a sharp eye out for
stock.

It's like a churn reaction.

Yeah, the food chain. Cora, do your
stuff.

Dammit, Sham!

Gotta help him. We better do something.

Loughran! Loughran, look out!

We have hurt back, Loughran!

Guns, Sham! Shut up!

Loughran!

It was all over me.

How'd you stop him?

I blew him out of the water.

Blew him?

All right, it was fun.

Whatever it was, it worked.

Thanks. I thought that was history.

Forget about it.

I'm going to wait here.

I'm going to get the boat.

I'm going to go get the others. All
right.

Feel ready to push on?

Thanks to Lambert. Lead the way.

Good. Ruins are straight ahead. There's
a clearing over there. We'll make camp

for the night and take a look at the
ruins first thing in the morning.

Isn't it incredible?

The ruins of Kozroko at dawn.

Spectacular.

The temple of Tuchumqua.

The serpent god.

Meg, the Incas revered nature, and in a
lot of ways they were more advanced than

the Spaniards who conquered them.

Unfortunately, all the Spaniards wanted
was their gold.

All things being equal, wouldn't you?

Think about what was lost.

A whole way of life. Things we might
have learned from their science,

agriculture, astronomy.

Don't forget you and sacrifice.

Plus ça change, plus c 'est la même
chose.

The more things change, the more they
stay the same.

What do you want to bet if we looked,
we'd find Inca gold right here?

Better serpents.

Please, I've got enough phobias as it
is.

Don't let snakes scare you. It's all
part of nature's plan.

Oh, yeah. My plan is to avoid them.

What's that?

It's an earthquake!

Get off the ruins!

What's that?

I don't know.

Somebody help!

It sounds like manhunt. Let's go!

You're not going to believe this. The
earthquake caused a shift. All of a

sudden, there's a stairway. I think this
is the entrance to some kind of

chamber. I mean, we can try to figure
out how to get in.

The earthquake.

I was trying to get back to the
clearing.

I heard this weird fucking sound.

I looked up second time to see this
thing come crashing down on me.

Can you move your leg?

No, I can't. It's completely pinned.

I think it's broken.

All right, I'm going to try to lift it.

You see if you can pull your leg free.

I can't get my foot out unless you can
lift it

higher.

Where are the others?

I don't know.

All right, I've got to find something to
pry with.

What did you say the sound was you
heard?

It was this strange sucking sound, kind
of like a jet engine, and then pow!

God. Miriam.

What? Nothing. I'm going to find
something to pry with.

Huh?

Keep trying.

It's no use.

My leg won't budge.

There you are.

I've been looking everywhere.

We were supposed to stay together.

You're right on time.

How about Reed and Lofgren?

No idea.

Earthquakes have that effect on people.

They become disorientated and wander
off.

Looks nasty.

Yeah, it looks nasty. I think it's
broken. Now, you want to get me out of

please?

You lift the slab.

I'll try and pull him free.

All right, on three. Ready? Yeah.

One, two, three.

How's he doing?

He must have been too much.

He's passed out.

Where the hell have you guys been?

What happened to him?

He got caught in a quake.

Broken leg.

He needs a doctor. How far to the
nearest hospital?

Back in Lima.

I've got a radio in my backpack. I'll
try and call the authorities. Maybe we

get a helicopter in here.

You stay with Mannheim.

You find Reed.

Can you hear me?

Somebody picking anything up?

Nothing yet, Captain.

The earthquakes demolished the ruins.

To demolish ruins, I believe, is an
oxymoron. So long.

Let's stay away.

Dior.

Donald Reed. He was here.

He dropped this without even noticing
it.

Visual mode.

Perhaps he was preoccupied.

Well, obviously he took it out to take a
look at this.

Hieroglyphs, Inca, from the 15th
century.

Can you read it?

It says, beware all who enter here.

I am Tuchankwa, the serpent god.

Give me your hand and I shall admit you,
defy me, and perish.

Nice friendly religion.

The Incas were a most superstitious
people.

Or maybe Reed didn't know the secret
handshake and all that's left of him is

lighter.

Highly unlikely.

Selma, it was a joke.

Who enter here?

Enter. That must mean there's some kind
of doorway, but how do you open it?

Perhaps you are reading too much into
this.

Give me your hand, and I shall admit
you.

And perhaps not.

What is this?

All suggests we have found a cache of
Inca gold.

Someone at the door.

Too late.

That's all right.

It's easier getting out than it is
breaking in.

You are much more experienced in these
matters than I.

Hand -carved, decidedly pre -Columbian,
judging from the workmanship, I believe

it to be authentic 15th century, quite
valuable.

Move!

Cold -blooded, legless body covered with
scales. Yes, definitely a reptile of

the family Boadice.

I did not think serpents frightened you.

My comparative biological guide
indicates that to be a rare subspecies,

to be extinct in our century... Hmm.

Hmm? What does that mean?

Highly venomous. But do not worry. The
result is not immediate death, merely

paralysis. It prefers first... crushing
its victim before consumption.

It's a real comfort to have along,
Selma.

Thank you, Captain.

It is always a pleasure to serve.

Jeez, it just bounced off!

Do you think alienation is wise?

What do you suggest I ask it to dance?

An interesting alternative, unless, of
course, it desires to mate.

With me?

This thing's been extinct for 200 years.
It has to have a bone -level spot

somewhere. I believe a green pellet
administered orally will suffice.

Morally? You mean he's got to eat it?

Thanks for the tip, Selma.

Read. Surgical incision in the right
temporal bone. Just behind the ear. What

you think?

Most disconcerting, Captain. The brain
is completely gone.

The work of a myriad.

Obviously, Fuller knew exactly where to
look for the gold.

Reed must have stumbled upon the cash
the same way we did.

Fuller fracked him for his trouble.

Desperate men do desperate things.

Well, that certainly narrows down our
list of suspects.

It's obvious they're not Reed.

And I don't think Fuller would
intentionally trap himself under a 200

slab. Which would eliminate manhunt.

So that leads.

Lofgren and Korda.

Which means one of them is in tremendous
jeopardy, Selma.

On me.

This door will release.

We gotta get out of here.

Perhaps not.

What do you mean?

I'm picking up a heart rate reading on
the steps just outside the door.

Lambert, he's got the gun!

Don't move.

I don't know what that is in your hand,
Mr. Lambert, but I suggest you drop it

before I have to shoot you both.

Gordon Fuller.

Who?

Mr. Lambert obviously knew me in another
life.

So the rumors about the policeman are
true.

Darian Lambert.

Fugitive retrieval.

Fugitive from where?

You guys have gone nuts. We're in the
middle of the Peruvian jungle.

Exactly what does retrieval mean? It
means I'm here to send you back.

From where I'm standing, you're in no
position to send anyone anywhere.

You've got the gold. Now what?

You're never going to get out of here.
Not only will I, but you're going to

me. You see, I knew exactly when and
where the earthquake was going to occur.

I just had to be here when it happened,
and the gold was mine.

What I lacked was the manpower to move
it.

So you brought us along to help you move
it.

The authorities are never going to let
you out of the country with us.

They'll never know.

Or are you forgetting a boat?

The river we crossed just before we got
to the ruins empties into the sea.

I've already made arrangements with the
trawler to pick me up once I reach open

water. The rest, to coin a phrase, shall
be history.

I don't know where you come from, but
back in Denver, I call this guy Major

Headcase. Quiet.

There's some baskets behind you. Start
loading.

I want the boat ready to go before dark.

Okay, one more load should do it.

Hurry up, it's almost dark.

Once we're done, what's he going to do,
shoot him?

You got it.

I knew I'd shoot a gun scheme this year.

Listen, we got one chance. When I nod,
you make a run for the door, I'll take

him out.

Yeah, what if you miss?

Keep running and hope he's a bad shot.

What are you talking about?

Your early retirement plan.

Don't get cute.

He said that once we're finished, you'd
kill us.

It's like Reed, not to mention Mannheim.
If he doesn't get a doctor soon, he's

going to die.

Someone has to take the blame for
looting the temple.

Might as well be Mannheim and Reed.

What about us?

You.

After a quick swim with the crocodiles,
you'll simply disappear.

The authorities will find the others and
put it all together for what it was.

Falling out among thieves.

You found the treasure, got greedy,
killed your partners.

And while they're looking for you, I'll
be long gone.

You forgot one thing.

If they don't find your body, they'll
come after you too.

What do you want to bet, Cord? His real
body shows up and cancels out all

suspicion.

Very good, Mr. Lambert.

Like me, you have a devious mind.

Honesty abuse at that snake.

What snake?

The big one.

Hey! What the hell?

believe this don't tell me there's a
snake that's right even though we're

in the 20th century don't think i'll
fall for the same trick twice i'm not

joking it's right above your head murder
by myriad is so bloodless i'm truly

going to save her killing you the old
-fashioned way

Perfect, Soma.

Want to go for two?

You're ready to move as soon as Lofgren
gets back with the authorities.

I still don't understand how Korda could
have disappeared.

You think it could have been those
crocodiles?

Anything's possible.

Well, he did kill Reed, like you said,
and I hope he got what was coming to

I'm sure he did.

Listen, when the authorities get here,

I want you to just tell them the truth.

What about you? Aren't you going to be
here?

No, I can't stay, and I can't explain
why.

But you'll be safe.

Wait a minute. What is that?

It's a sedative.

It'll let you sleep until help gets
here.

All right. Now, wait a minute. Can we
just talk about... Time

to go before Mr. Lofgren returns with
the police.

A lot of this could be hard to explain.

A camping excursion results in two
fatalities, one injury and one

The authorities may find this quite
disturbing and illogical.

Some unlike computers, life is not
always logical.

No wonder humans have such problems. But
without logic, what can you trust?

The last great Incan chief, Atahualpa,
once said, a wise man must blind his

eyes.

Cover his ears and trust his heart to
know the truth.

Most unscientific.