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Rise and shine, Mr. President.

No rest for the wicked tonight.

We're going to be pulling some mondo overtime.

What's the matter, Clinton?

Feeling a bit down, eh?

That'll be the gonadal atrophy drug I've been giving you.

Keep you horny little rodents in line.

Don't worry.

I'll make up for all of us.

How's my favorite test rodent tonight?

Hey Nixon, how are ya?

You feeling a bit hungry?

Yeah, I'm hungry too.

Come here.

That's good, hey?

Easy does it.

Yeah.

Oh, you're a yummy little fellow, aren't you?

Nixon?

Oh, jeez.

Nixon?

What's happening to me?

Oh, God, no.

In 1564, Nostradamus predicted the destruction of Earth in three terrifying

waves. The first wave is here.

My name is Cade Foster.

These are my journals.

They killed my wife, framed me for murder.

Now I run, but I don't hide.

With the prophecies of Nostradamus as my guide, I seek them, I hunt them.

I will stop the first wave.

Watch Reign 77, Century 9.

In the arsenal of an Emerald City, the smallest of creation becomes great.

Horses four will trump at the end, born on a devil's breath.

The Emerald City is Seattle, where a converted armory houses the labs of

Vilesor, a company that specializes in microbiology.

Mavis is the leader of the alien invasion on Earth.

If he's the devil referred to in the quatrain, then somehow Viozor plays a

part in the Gua plans for our destruction.

Eddie uploaded a computer bug into Viozor's software.

I'm going in to fix the problem and find out what Viozor is doing.

It's an airtight seal.

It's designed to stop undesirable organisms from getting through.

Well, it looks like I missed me.

Jay Rollins, Turbo Software.

Dr. Kelly, Program Director of Viozor.

I'm afraid you're ruining your image, Mr. Rollins.

Computer service calls are supposed to take forever, didn't you know?

Oh, it's one image that we're doing our very best to change, Dr. Kelly.

Come on, Jagger. Don't be so anal.

This rat boy we're talking about, dude.

I mean, Tim, he's always been a little bit bent. If by that you mean hopelessly

unreliable, for once I agree.

Gentlemen, Mr. Rollins, meet Drs. Jagger and Samuels. Mr. Rollins is here to get

her sequencing program up and running.

Cool. Doesn't even look like a techie.

You'd be surprised how often I hear that.

Still no word from Tim?

Nada. But don't sweat it, Doc. He'll show up. I hope so. And when he does, he

better have a good excuse. Or his history.

This way, Mr. Rollins.

That boy's toast.

With a facility this size, I expected to see more employees.

There's a saying in microbiology. The only size that counts is the size of

your contract.

What do you do?

Nothing very sexy, I'm afraid. We concentrate mostly on serums, vaccines,

agents to control pests.

The lab is right through here.

Serious piece of equipment?

It's the decontamination chamber.

Ultraviolet lamps and anti-viral mist.

The army built this facility during the Gulf War to handle biological weapons.

After the war, Visor took it over.

Don't have to worry about being contaminated, do I?

It hasn't been used in years.

We do level two research.

Strictly benign substances.

Here it is. The system

suddenly shut down this morning.

Any idea what the problem is?

Well, it's early to tell.

But if you want the short version, I'd guess a

coding glitch.

Well, just let me know when you're finished.

Eddie, you better be set up.

I can't keep saying code English forever.

Will you relax?

Just plug the modem into the serial port.

The what? How did you ever learn to use the remote on your TV?

It's on the back, Einstein.

Hey, you want to come down here and do this yourself?

Oh, man, don't even joke about that. You know how I feel about germs.

Dialing up.

Bingo. Welcome to Lyosaur Research.

We're on first.

Whoa.

Pfizer's got links to USAMRID, the U.S. Army Medical Research Institute of

Infectious Diseases.

The program director said they didn't handle anything deadly here, but the

decon chambers are getting used.

They've also been in connection with something called Delta Wing.

What's Delta Wing?

Well, there ain't no babysitting service.

Gotta go, Eddie.

Samuels, right?

Looks like we got ourselves a major coding glitch.

Are you one of us?

What?

I said, are you one of us?

Isn't everyone?

You techie dudes, you live to be online, don't you?

Yeah, Ratboy and I like to burn up the circuits for hours.

He's the one who didn't show up for work today?

Yeah, he's the only one in this damn mausoleum that doesn't have a slide rule

up his keister.

He do the same kind of work as you?

We're specialists, man.

Kelly? He's a big-time virologist.

And Ratboy, well, he's got his rodents.

And Jagger?

He's in a cell targeting.

Cancer cure or something.

And what about you?

Samuels. Mr. Rollins has work to do, and so do we.

Is it just me, or is Kelly totally hot?

What are you doing here?

I was looking for you.

I figure a current spike through your program code's off.

I need to see your main fuse box.

Samuels, Jagger, why don't you come to the animal lab right away?

One of them will show you the service box of the computers. Meanwhile, I'd

appreciate it if you don't wander around the facility.

Is something wrong?

Hey, what's up?

Samples are missing. They just came in on Saturday and they're gone.

Oh, take it easy, Doc.

I'm the one who locked up on Saturday. Nobody's been in here since then, right?

No one except you.

Hey, I was just looking for the service box.

Besides, what would I want with a bunch of lab samples?

What's going on?

Oh, some samples are missing from the lockup. What samples?

Nothing important.

Influenza strains.

Then why all the fuss?

I was in the middle of a cell survey. I need those samples.

Oh, don't get your panties in a twist, Doc.

Maybe Rat Boy brought them down to the main lab. He's got access to the lockup.

Rat Boy wouldn't go near that cabinet.

All right. Well, I'll go check the test lab, huh?

After I put on a suit. The last thing I want to do is spend three weeks on my

back with the flu.

Oh, God.

It's Rathmore.

What happened to him?

It looks like a massive viral infection.

What kind of virus?

There's nothing in this lab that could cause that.

My God, I got his blood on me.

He infected.

He needs to go to a hospital.

No.

We have to contain it. Contain it? Contain what? What the hell happened to

him? I don't know. But you can't leave until we find out.

You can sue me, Doc.

Because I just resigned.

She's right. We can't leave. Since when did you start giving orders?

Since now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, I don't know what you think you're doing, man.

I've got to get to a hospital.

Is there any way we can seal off this building?

There's an emergency containment system. If it's activated, we'll be sealed in

here for 12 hours.

Use it.

Now!

For God's sake, Kelly, don't!

Everything goes in the burn chute.

What about the gun?

Metal's the easiest to sterilize, but you probably know that already, don't

you? It's stripped down. We have to decontaminate.

Now, who sent you?

You sure as hell didn't come here just to fix the computers.

I was alerted to a potentially deadly situation here. I came to stop it.

Who are you? I'll ask the questions.

What kind of a virus killed him?

I don't know.

I thought you said this place didn't experiment with lethal chemicals.

We don't. Then why the links with you, Samarit?

I'm not aware of any links. You're the program director, dammit. There are

other people in this facility.

Mr. Whatever your name is.

I can't control them.

What's Delta Wayne?

I don't know.

Look, I have nothing to hide.

Is there any way that Jagger or Samuels can override the system?

This facility was built to survive a war.

Generator power, filtered air.

We're here for the duration.

Why the 12-hour lockdown?

The Army's idea.

In the event of a viral outbreak, it allows the Center for Disease Control to

monitor the facility for a Level 4 determination.

When's the Level 4?

The worst.

Lethal contagion.

Just lie still, Samuels.

How did he get sick so fast?

However it happened, it's impossible.

No virus moves that fast. Not dengue, not Ebola, nothing.

Maybe it's something new.

An hour ago, you were a computer technician. Now you're a virologist.

Just try to relax.

Relax.

Rat boy chills over like a giant's child.

He tells me to relax.

I feel like there's something inside of me.

And I don't want it to be there.

You got any idea what that feels like?

Any idea at all?

I

asked

Kelly, now I'm going to ask you.

What's Delta Wing?

How in God's name should I know?

I'm an immunodeficiency expert, not a Navy SEAL.

The storage cabinet, who had access?

Dr. Kelly and Tim.

Tim?

Rat boy?

He told Samuels that Tim wouldn't go near the storage cabinet even though he

had access. Why?

Because Tim cared more about his rats.

Then he did about research.

Ask me, missing samples have nothing to do with this.

Rats spread the bubonic plague in 15th century Europe and wiped out a third of

the continent.

Want your culprit?

Interrogate those damn rodents.

If they're still alive.

Can you identify it?

I can't even find it.

It may be hiding.

Are you saying viruses can hide?

Hide, mutate, even learn.

They're survivors, predators without equal.

You sound like you admire them.

Why not?

The virus has existed for billions of years.

Humans, just a couple of million.

Who are we to say who should inherit the Earth?

This is no good.

I need a sample that's blown out of the blood cells.

Then maybe we can figure a way to defeat it.

What about Tim?

His cells look pretty blown out to me.

Hold this. I'll get the sample.

Who else is here besides us?

No one. Why?

Somebody's moved the body.

That's impossible.

We're alone.

Well, then he moved himself.

Don't be ridiculous.

He's dead for God's sake. Look at him.

Oh,

no,

my suit.

The decon chamber.

I have to scrub down in case it's ripped.

Thank God it held.

Thank you for getting him off me back there.

We should have gone in there sooner.

In his condition, he wouldn't have been able to tell us anything.

And we'll never know now, will we?

samples for everybody?

She's trying to isolate the virus.

Then kill it.

This isn't fair, man.

I should be in the hospital.

I'm sorry.

There was no other choice.

It's easy for you to say.

You didn't get a face full of rat boy's blood.

You're an immunologist, Samuels.

Has it always spread through blood?

There is no always with a virus.

Ebola?

forest, brewing, building, until it reached a critical mass.

And then whammo, bammo, you got an epidemic.

It can spread through the blood, body fluids, even animal carriers.

Like rats.

I bet you're sweet, Bippy.

That's it.

That's the virus.

It was hiding in Tim's blood cells.

It multiplies until it destroys them.

Then it moves on, searching for a new host.

I've never seen one this fast.

Can you identify it yet?

It could be something new.

I need more time.

There is no time!

You gotta find out what it is and how it spreads.

Waving that damn gun around isn't gonna make it happen any faster.

What's what the hell's going on down there? No time to explain. What'd you

find out about Delta Wing?

The communications zipped tighter than an Eskimo's fly in the blizzard, but I

managed to break through.

Go on.

Delta Wing's a CIA front.

They specialize in bioweaponry. Let me guess.

Biozor's running tests for Delta Wing.

Exactamundo. See, an infectious agent known by the codename Revelation was

shipped from Delta's headquarters in Maryland to Biozor.

The quad train talks about the...

Horses four.

Maybe it means the four horsemen of the apocalypse from the book of Revelations.

Horses four will trumpet the end.

Born on a devil's breath.

A devil's breath.

Devil's breath.

What?

Who received the shipment, Eddie? Someone had to sign for it.

It doesn't say.

Foster?

Foster?

Foster, why do you always hang up before we finish a call?

It's a bad habit.

Rude and obnoxious telephone etiquette.

If you do it again, I might have to kill you.

We've been looking for you everywhere.

There's something I have to tell you.

Why don't you start by telling me about Revelation?

That's what killed Tim, isn't it?

No. Don't lie to me!

I'm not lying.

You tell me the truth or I'll blow your damn head off.

I did receive the Revelation virus from Delta Wing.

They wanted me to test Barry's properties.

Why?

They believe foreign terrorists may be developing a similar strain.

Liar!

I'm telling the truth.

I thought... I thought I was doing a service for my country.

And what exactly were you testing?

Just the chemical composition.

You weren't trying to change the composition?

No, of course not.

I'm sick, Kelly.

I see things.

And I didn't come into contact with Tim's blood at all.

Someone's made revelation infectious through the air.

Someone's made it airborne.

I know.

I tested our blood.

We're all infected.

There's an alien plot to make a level four virus airborne.

The devil's breath.

There's someone in this facility.

Took it from locked storage and released it.

One of the symptoms of infection is delusional paranoia.

I say aliens qualify, wouldn't you? Shut up!

You're paranoid, you maniac.

Kelly and I are infected too.

I have nothing to do with this contagion.

And you?

Frosty Queen, you're just going to sit there?

I brought Revelation to this lab, and I regret that decision, but I didn't make

it airborne.

Well, somebody did.

There are ways to find out who's alien.

My dear fellow, you're insane.

Unstable. Unhinged. Is there any salt in this place?

Salt? Yes, salt. Why?

Getting hungry?

Maybe a guam.

You're sick of Sammies.

Hate to rain on your parade, but I feel fine.

Hey, we got anything to eat in this dump? I'm starving.

What the hell's happening?

I don't know. Maybe the virus is in remission.

There's a chance he's immune.

Not if he's human.

Hey, what's with you guys?

You look like the three musketeers on Phenobarbital. You cheer up, huh?

When you're blue, there's a thing you can do.

Stop it! If you're sad, there's a way to feel glad.

Please, Samuels! If you're gonna die with a smile on your face, I am the guy,

and this is the place.

I feel terrific.

Check his blood again.

I'll make like a vampire, Doc.

I'm all yours.

The Center for Disease Control is sending a lot of coded traffic through

you, Samrid.

When those doors open up, they'll be in there like white on rice.

Nothing's going to stop this virus.

What about background on Samuels?

Jagger and Kelly?

Nothing unusual.

Birth certificate all the way through driver's license.

Everything's in working order.

I mean, any one of them could be an alien.

Or not. I mean, maybe one of the aliens made the virus airborne and then got the

hell out of there.

Damn it.

Foster, there's got to be something we can do.

How, Eddie?

You tell me how.

I get out, I spread the virus.

And the guava win.

If I live until the doors open, I'm caught. Either way, I'm a dead man.

Do I have to draw you a damn picture?

Foster. Why don't you try crawling out of that damn suit, can't you hide it?

And help me for once.

Hey, man, you got no right to say that. What is it? Do you want me dead? You

want to see me dead?

You want to take over the show, put your name in the headlines? Is that what you

want, huh, buddy boy?

Foster, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with me is my backups.

I'm a 12-pound freak who couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag.

Hey, you looking?

What you got? Okay.

Foster.

I hate you.

Yo, right now, I'm not feeling so warm and fuzzy about you either.

You stay away from me.

Foster.

Foster, you might be sick.

Shut up!

I'm looking for you.

You're trying to figure out what's going on here, aren't you?

What is going on here exactly, Samuels? I told you.

We're specialists.

We each get our own little piece of the research.

No one gets the whole picture.

Who knows how.

Kelly, she's the one that puts it all together.

Kelly.

I heard her on the phone once. Something about an escape passage out here. But

you're not telling us?

Why do you think she knocked down on us, hmm?

What's wrong?

They're sick, Samuels.

They're still infected.

Oh, God.

You're right.

This will be it.

Take it easy, Sam. Well, you're one of them, aren't you?

You should have known the minute you said code English. I came here to help

you. Oh, you're going to help me?

Because you know what the worst part is?

It's the hunger.

I've got to eat.

Why'd you do that?

It hits you in waves.

The virus was hiding inside itself.

Mutating.

When I checked it again, it was worse.

Entering another stage.

Like the bugs.

There were no bugs.

You were hallucinating.

I've seen them too.

So has Jagger.

He's calling the CDC to update them on our condition.

We can't let anyone from outside in here.

We'll release the virus.

What are we supposed to do?

Find a cure.

And just how are we supposed to do that?

One of the people inside here is immune.

That's the answer.

Damn it. No one is immune to this.

The Gua are immune.

The Gua?

Aliens are not responsible for this.

Think about it.

You find a virus that kills everyone else.

You engineer it to work faster, kill faster.

Society breaks down. They take over.

And they've hardly fired a shot.

Even if I believe this for a second, what makes you think you can trust me?

Because I've got to trust somebody.

Kelly, come to the computer section.

There's something I think you should see.

Jagger?

What is this?

Here's a friend of mine on the outside.

He's breaking into your files trying to figure a way to stop the virus from

spreading.

Or maybe release it.

That's Eddie. I'll explain.

Foster, you okay?

Your friend can't come to the phone right now.

He's too busy dying.

I never trusted him.

Aliens? Couldn't you think of something a little more original?

Lock him up with Samuels.

Maybe he'll believe you.

I don't think so.

Samuels.

He killed himself.

But how?

He was in restraints.

Not anymore.

He ripped them right off.

Going through that pain just to die in the burn chute.

It's insane.

This is my fault.

How much time till the door's open?

Six hours.

We'll wait it out.

If we last that long.

What's so funny?

We're all gonna die.

All but the alien.

More delusions.

Jack, you should lie down.

No.

I'm gonna get plasma from the lab.

Maybe a blood transfusion can help us hold out.

Dammit, someone killed Tim.

Someone managed to mutate a virus. Was that a delusion?

So who's the bad guy, Foster?

You?

Me?

Jagger?

Tim and Samuels are dead.

Do we draw straws? I got a better idea.

Test the blood again.

But this time, see who's immune.

You're insane.

And what if I'm not, Kelly?

What if this virus ends up killing millions of people?

What are you?

We can't let the CDC open these doors.

There's a fail-safe system built into the facility.

It's a controlled thermite burn.

It'll sterilize everything in the complex.

Including the virus?

Everything.

Now while we're still thinking straight,

we're going to die anyway.

Let's stop it there.

I know what you're doing.

What?

You're trying to trick me.

You're the one who manipulated the virus.

Yeah, I know.

It was you all along.

Listen to me.

Don't do it.

This is your fault.

Think it through.

If I created the virus, why would I want to destroy it? Shut up!

Please, Kelly.

We only got one chance.

Let's end this thing together.

What's the hurry?

Thank you.

Blood supplies from the lab.

You son of a bitch.

Please.

You make bioweapons to use on your own species.

All I did was make it work for mine.

Your species?

Is the one.

The Gua.

Yes.

There really is an alien invasion, Victoria.

Can you help launch it?

I turned Revelation into an airborne plague that kills humans and not Gua.

Tested it on Tim, and now I'd say it's mutated to its maximum potential.

That's why you had to keep us alive.

Until now.

There's enough virus in the air to start the epidemic as soon as the doors open.

As Thanos put it, you're toast.

So are you!

He said the Guau are immune.

Maybe we can use his blood sample to process some kind of an antidote.

Every blood sample was infected.

His too.

He must have switched files.

Used the infected blood from Samuel's.

If Jagger's blood was immune, it might kill the virus.

I injected Jagger's blood.

It works.

It killed the virus.

How long for this to work?

Give it time.

There's a tunnel up on level.

It's about 200 yards to the exit.

Once I hit the switch, we have 45 seconds.

What about our clothes?

Our skin?

There's a decon chamber halfway along. The virus won't pass it.

Do it.

Self-destruct system is initiated.

30 seconds to thermite burn.

Get out of there!

I can't! Open the door!

I didn't take the blood!

What?

There wasn't enough.

20 seconds to thermite burn.

You're the one who...

No! Ten seconds to thermite burn.

You have to keep fighting. Five seconds to thermite burn.

Foster! You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

What are we waiting around for?

Eddie, I was pretty sick there.

I might have said some things you know of that I didn't mean.

I don't know what you're talking about, man.

Let's get in the car.

Just that... Just don't touch anything, okay?

You know, I got that thing with the germs, you know?

In the war ahead, it's not enough to worry about heavy artillery and nuclear

weapons.

Now the smallest microbe can become an engine of death.

I know the Gwal will use any means necessary to bring about Armageddon.

Dr. Kelly agreed to do research on a potentially lethal biological weapon.

and the Gua almost turned it against us.

As the limits of science and biology expand, let's not forget the danger

that's inherent in every step forward.

Just as the genius of Einstein and others helped create the atomic bomb,

let's pray our modern geniuses don't inadvertently create the means to our

destruction.