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How long will it still take, Daddy?

Only a couple of hours, sweetie.

I'm bored... Are we there yet?

Look...

We are still over the Atlantic.

With that in mind you can very well tell

how long it will take.

You see... Take a look outside the window,

and check out which animals you see in the clouds.

...And forgive us our trespasses...

Chill a while, sister.

You shouldn't worry.

We're in God's hands.

Oh father. I'm such a nervous flyer.

Have faith, sister.

I suppose they told you the story when I came a priest?

Or how I became a priest.

Oh. Well I heard it was a miraculous conversion.

That you were one of those awful L.A. gang members.

You'd let Satan into your soul.

More than that, sister.

Satan had parked his car

right outside the house of my soul.

Oh.

He busted the locks

and was squatting his slimy self right in there.

He was taking a dump in my toilet

and kicking back on the couch.

Dialing himself a pizza.

With the intention of staying for good.

Satan eats pizza?

It's a metaphor.

There I was...

locked up in my cell in Pelican Bay.

In Satan's grasp.

And Jesus came to me. In a bright light.

Told me to be his warrior.

Now I fight for Jesus.

Amen, father! Amen!

And you know that's the winning team.

We're gonna whip Satan's ass.

Oh, father, really. Mind your words.

I apologize for the cussing.

But we will whip his ass on that judgement day.

Hey!

Can I get me a refill, here?

Bah-da-bing... Bah-da-bing!

Is the freaking bar closed, or what!

Yes, sir?

Oh, jee...

I was hoping for that lovely lady,

who brought dinner, you know?

The one who's experienced.

Just the way I like it.

Stewardess uniform...

Well, sir, we all have uniforms.

Yeah, but hers fit just right, just the way I like it,

if you know what I mean.

I guess not.

What can I get you, sir?

Well...

If you could get Tinker Bell to give me a refill,

before he flitters his way back up

the top of that Christmas tree.

Ok.

One more.

And then perhaps we should think about getting some sleep?

Oh, well...

Blankets and some pillows and...

I've heard it all before, sir.

- How about if we... - Mmm!

- What if I... - I've heard that before, too.

Now...

You drink your drink,

and be nice, quiet little frequent flyer,

or I'll have to spank your bottom

and throw you outside to play with the naughty boys.

And it's minus thirty outside today.

Ok?

Yeah, she likes me.

There's something on the radar.

Daddy! I saw a shark between the clouds!

That's great!

No! A real shark, right there!

How is that possible?

How could a shark fly? He clearly is a sea creature.

Wait!

Several readings.

Closing!

Holy shit!

Look into the light, spawn of Satan!

Fuck!

We interrupt our program for an important message.

News just came in that flight NHL 234,

crashed on its way from Vancouver

to Frankfurt near Iceland.

We currently have no further information,

but air traffic control emphasizes

that a terrorist act cannot be ruled out.

This was Jason Konrad live from the A.T.N.T building

in Tribeca Manhattan.

Your voice at...

Age 115.

Injection unit: 4 milliliters.

Strictly adapted: K7B.

Based on the analysis of 5/5/2017.

The structuring of the existing DNA sequence

has been reconciled with the cell decay.

The substance is absorbed for another two months.

Physical condition: Age 75.

DNA match.

Access granted: Angelique Richter. Welcome

See this?

Plane recorded video footage from passenger seat 270.

Yeah.

It's bad.

Could be a whole bunch of things.

Pilot error. Terrorists...

But this is why the Civil Aviation Authority

will take care of it, and not our division.

Recording from case 234.

Present: CPT Brent Tyler and Dr. Rachel Milner.

We took the lead 36 hours ago.

Plane crash occurred in the prior investigation

between Greenland and Iceland.

Flight NHL 234...

was on its way from Vancouver to Frankfurt.

With a stopover in Iceland.

The doc...

The documents reveal that 157 passengers

and seven crew were on board.

Flight NHL 234 disappeared 19-0-2 from the radar.

The immediately initiated search of the Icelandic authorities

was inconclusive.

Eight bodies have been found so far.

Once we know more, I'll report back.

You think this and the plane attack are linked?

Now I know it.

You sent her to the arctic?

She will be pissed. She hates the cold.

Let's hope your sister gets there in time.

It's just a few kilometers from here.

Our research team is already at the site.

They are currently scanning the object.

We've been busy tracking the retreat of the glacier.

Since the effects of global warming have greatly

accelerated the thawing process.

Right now, I wish it would get warmer.

Look at the size of that thing.

This craft looks like some kind of warship.

But I've never seen a design like this.

Me neither.

That's why I called in Richter.

That's why we've sent in an advance party to check it out.

We don't know what the hell is in there.

This is out finest team.

Highly motivated.

Their dedication is faultless.

I think they can handle this.

You'll see more details from the helmet cams.

It's a live feed.

That's Maynard's camera.

Fuck!

We need to get her out of there.

Get help.

Get! Help!

Live feed the Arctic.

Connected to: Diabla Richter.

Dr. Richter!

Richter!

We need help.

Send help now.

That... that seems...

They captured one of the scientists.

It's her camera's signal we're watching.

No.

It's too late. You can't save her!

Just get the hell out of there!

She might be alive.

Oh my god!

Did you see all that?

Yes.

My past is finally catching up with me.

But... you have to get out of there now!

I'm trying.

Why does she never listen to me?

What's happening there?

It's worse than I feared...

A nation built on the foundations of freedom.

No country in the world is stronger,

more powerful and greater

than the United States of America.

We bring prosperity and peace.

Richter Technology shakes hands with the weak.

We protect those who cannot protect themselves.

A population without hunger.

A planet without fear.

With this knowledge,

Richter Technology shapes the future,

because we have an obligation to our children.

With state-of-the-art science,

moral responsibility and human values,

Richter technology faces the challenges of tomorrow.

So that your world becomes a better world.

We are Richter Technology.

And our future is today.

Medical department...

Hey, big sis.

Oh... Hi.

Never do this again, please.

I was really worried this time.

Dad!

I've never seen anything like this before.

Did you forget to tell us that you might know something?

Don't tell me...

Come on, Diabla has to rest.

How did I get here?

Our rescue team saved your life.

Age 115.

Injection unit: 4mm. Adapted: K7B.

Based on the analysis of 05.05.2017.

The structuring of the existing DNA sequence

has been reconciled with the cell decay.

Please have a seat.

Thanks.

Takahashi sushi.

Mom's favorite food.

From the East Village.

Let's talk about something else.

Yes.

Let's talk about your past, Dad!

That's all. Thank you.

Project "Himmelsfaust" was the brainchild

of the brilliant Nazi scientist Dr. Hans Kammler.

Pioneer of genetic mutation surgery.

By 1944, the Nazis were desperate

for effective "super weapons."

And Kammler thought he had them in spades.

Are you ready, Martha?

Yes, General Major. Now.

Esteemed...

SS-Reichsführer Heinrich Himmler.

As a party comrade...

I take the liberty to...

sincerely propound...

the following statement...

regarding special building project S3.

Our engineers...

were able...

to successfully...

execute anti-gravity tests...

Anti-gravity tests? Or test?

Tests.

We have to start all over. We forgot secret project "Bell."

Swing dancing forbidden

Doctor Kammler? Your visitor has arrived.

Tell him to wait

until we have finished our building application.

Yes.

Herr Reichsmarschall,

please be patient for one more minute.

Doctor Kammler will soon be ready for you.

What impertinence!

Hermann?

My dear Kammler!

You've got to help me.

Good evening, dear Hermann.

- Brandy? - Double.

Listen, Kammler.

My whole squadron was wiped out by British wannabe-pilots

in a caitiff and dishonorable ambush.

Makes me look like a total fool

who doesn't know where he belongs.

Tell me you have a solution to my problem!

To final victory.

My team has been doing research for quite some time,

aside from the dynamic aeronautics program, on a...

genetically manipulated serum called K7B.

I already know about that, I know that.

So what does it do, this K7C?

K7B.

Hermann.

Hermann, the bowl.

Hogwash.

Believe me, dear Hermann,

the project I'm going to show you now

is able to turn the tide in our favor.

It will enable our ability

to reconquer control of the sky.

What a venturous statement, Kammler.

I'm all ears. Impress me.

I present to you:

"Project Himmelsfaust."

Secret Command Document

This is the call to the German nation!

Everyone has his task clearly in mind.

Every citizen is aware of the seriousness

and overall situation of our beloved Reich!

Millions of loyal comrades

have died a hero's death for our country

fighting against the enemy's fetters.

Until now, we have faced our enemy's superior strength

only with courage, honor and determination.

But there is hope!

Thanks to German engineering

and the genius of Dr. Ing. Hans Kammler,

we were able to develop the retaliatory weapon K7B.

Under the command of Dr. Klaus Richter,

the warfare agent is now ready to defy the enemy!

Applied to men, the serum has a regenerating,

tissue-building effect and makes

our brave soldiers invulnerable.

The research, which could not be fully completed so far,

prompts that K7B could prolong a healthy person's life.

Under his leadership,

the 1000 Year Reich could persist forever.

Used on women, the combat substance leads

to zombification, due to female cell structure.

The external changes and aggressive behavior

seem strange,

but Dr. Kammler sees quite desirable,

positive effects.

Women become stronger, more enduring and more decisive.

Thus, the female national comrade

can also fill the ranks of our front.

Created in our labs,

K7B has finally passed its test phase

and is now ready to start its triumph.

Over the battlefields in the East,

the dusty deserts of Africa and renegade nations,

the banner of victory will be blowing soon.

K7B will finally turn fate's tide in our favor.

Through the tactical use of airplanes and sprayed as a gas,

our dead soldiers will become millions

of undead super-soldiers.

Like the phoenix from the ashes,

they will rise from the fields of death

to be reborn and serve our German fatherland.

Through K7B, our nation's dead heroes

become the shepherds of a new era.

Wakened by the call of patriotism,

Final Victory is the preordainment.

Indestructible and unstoppable, one division after another

will rise to march in rank and file to the arm's factories.

Each of them will board his flying machine:

The Reich's flying sharks.

Combined with the super soldiers,

these marvels of construction art,

are the ultimate V-weapons.

Equipped with jet engines, machine guns,

and the shark's aeronautical concept

they'll ascend into the sky.

United by the iron will to win!

That's the order of the day.

Now, soldier, rise up and let the storm break loose!

Victory!

Research institute, Dr. Kammler

Prepare a presentation for the Führer.

I can guarantee he will be pleased.

Thank you very much, Kammler.

I'm in your debt.

We should go hunting once in a while.

I just had a charming little hunting lodge

built in Brunswick.

As soon as my research allows it,

I'll refer to your offer with great pleasure.

- Heil Hitler. - Heil Hitler.

The Himmelsfaust was the central facility.

It belonged to the SS Parachute Battalion 500.

Thus it was...

directly supervised by Goering himself.

That was exactly the crux of the matter.

After the Stalingrad fiasco and in the following months,

Goering realized that their 1000-year reich

would not even turn 10 years old.

But he saw the potential behind Kammler's idea.

So we got everything we wanted! And we took our chances.

The Horton Brothers built the engine.

Henkel took care of the steering column construction.

And the doctor and I synthesized K7B.

How could you?

You have played God.

No.

We did not play God.

We were Gods.

How do you think I got this position?

And who do you think you worked for the last 20 years?

Let me summarize.

Once these predators are in the air,

nothing and now one is safe.

And they can play invisible!

That's a disaster.

So that's what's in those water tanks at the Himmelsfaust?

Genetically mutated flying Nazi sharks?

The Sky Sharks are much more than just

genetically manipulated animals.

They're perfect weapon systems.

They're lurking in the clouds.

Watching and preying mercilessly.

There's 20 hunting sharks model RFH 3.

More couldn't spawn. But believe me:

20 of them are enough to destroy whole cities.

Secure the area!

Don't you realize the situation?

Christ! The Russians will be here soon!

We have to fight!

We will not!

We will take your K7B

and the last available seats to Argentina!

That is treason!

Look around, Klaus!

This is over!

The Himmelsfaust has disappeared!

The experiment has failed!

We will not run away! I will not allow that!

Klaus!

I will never accept that we run away!

To the Fatherland!

But you came to the West after the war

and worked for the military here.

How is that possible?

I owe it to Paperclip!

Paperclip?

You were one of the Paperclip Boys?

What is Paperclip?

Project Paperclip originated from Operation Overcast.

We tried to acquire the best scientists

of the German army's research institute

behind the back of our allies.

Jet propulsion and rocket engineering...

Stealth technology...

We found ourselves in the world's biggest toy store.

And under no circumstances did our forces

want to share it with the Russians.

So we snatched conspicuous Nazi scientists

and made them our Paperclip Boys.

Overnight Wernher Von Braun became America's

greatest rocket scientist.

Without anyone ever asking any questions about his past.

I told them all I knew.

They found it hard to believe at first.

The scope of the "Himmelsfaust" project.

I told them I'd lead them to Kammler.

Then they'd have all the evidence they needed.

I'd had enough of Kammler's special brand of madness.

He was going to drag us all down with him.

I'd signed up to build a stronger Germany.

Not destroy it.

I really want to start all over.

But you have to trust me!

Give us a reason why we should.

Because only I can save the world.

But more than a thousand of us came to the US.

And you just switched sides. Just like that?

All is fair in love and war.

And then...

You just stopped, founded a family and...

played Mr. Nice Guy?

How are we supposed to ever trust you again?

After you lied to us all these years?

Hello, this is Natalie Rochefort

from MTP news.

We've gotten word of several terrorist attacks

taking place throughout Europe.

It seems London is under attack.

Several... Sky Sharks!

Oh my god!

They're tearing people apart!

I'm standing here on the burning rooftops of Barcelona.

The horrifying scenes have moved thousands.

People flee in terror. The outer roads are crowded.

What have you done?

How much time do we have?

A week, max.

I'll call a NSC War Council meeting.

Time to strike back.

Security level 7.

Authorization granted.

Angelique, I need you to get me the head

of the German Intelligence.

And see... if you can reach our French friend Colbert.

And we need the...

the Japanese shark expert, Dr. Katsube.

But we can't do without that weird CIA guy Martin Keele.

He might be in Venezuela for all I know.

But... we need... oh...

That fucking arrogant guy from London.

Whatever his name is.

And my friend Frost of course.

Sorry. I'm a little late.

Gentlemen.

Ladies.

Hello, Klaus.

How are things?

No bad, Mitch, not bad.

How's Marjorie?

Oh, fine.

You know, she still makes the worst corn bread ever.

My research indicated that the Himmelsfaust Project

was destroyed.

Program neutralized.

But I was wrong.

What I'm sad to say, I helped to create 70 years ago,

has been dormant.

Waiting for the opportunity to strike.

Well, no use crying over spilt milk, Dr. Richter.

I mean, that is, if you can call 400 airline passengers

chopped up like beef jerky in a span of 24 hours,

"spilt milk."

The reality is, we have to destroy these abominations.

Or no aircraft in the air is safe.

Gentlemen!

Dr. Richter!

These are sharks?

But they can fly, you say?

Yes.

They've been frozen in the ice of the Arctic.

Look, this is a clear and present threat, senator.

We have an elite commando in the French air force.

We will make them available.

I will arrange it.

Yeah?

Oh, we happen to have one or two good pilots

in the US Air Force too, my friend.

Pah! Your Top Guns?

Our French Elite can out fly them!

Yeah?

Don't forget.

If you ever want to get in a pissing contest,

anytime, Colbert!

I can send a couple of my carriers down the river Seine

and blow some wind up your skirt, my French friend.

But if the Sky Sharks can re-establish

their breeding program

who knows how many of these things could be unleashed.

What? There's more of these things in the pipeline?

They have a breeding program?

So how many of these things are there, huh?

A squadron? A flock? What?

It's inevitable.

This is how the project was conceived.

World domination!

You sure did a great job

when you cooked up this one, Dr. Richter.

Jesus, talk about a ticking time bomb.

It's like a goddamned Nazi reunion tour.

"Well, you missed in 1945? Guess what? We're back?"

Believe me,

no one regrets this more than me.

If they mutate, which they most likely will,

They won't be as easy to hunt as regular sharks.

Dr. Katsube has studied the data.

She thinks there could be a solution.

Yes. From the initial data, it seems the Sky Sharks

have developed a form of genetic stealth camouflage.

What?!

It's that... if you can't see the target,

doesn't matter how many missiles you have.

Their cloaking defense will make this difficult.

Exactly. More research.

I feel we should appoint a subcommittee

to report on this evidence.

By inverting the natural sonar sensing glands

in the Sky Sharks skin,

they're able to deflect standard radar pulses.

The Sky Sharks sonar impulses can be disrupted

with a counter sonar signal.

This will render the Sky Sharks' invisibility cloak defective.

Do we have equipment to do this?

If we can get a military transport close enough

with a device that emits a sonar pulse,

then we have a shot.

The UK needs to take a leading role in this action.

Military action is not cheap.

We have to consider the Federal budget.

The time for talk and bullshit is over?

We will have to get the president

and Congress to approve this.

We have to get all civilian traffic out of the sky.

We need to create a no-fly zone.

Put the skies under martial law.

It's the only way that we can be safe.

Make sure its implemented.

Dr. Richter,

continue to work on the solution.

Senator, Richter's team are right.

We have to strike fast.

You got your orders ratified!

Get to work!

Hit these freaks with our sonar!

And then our fighters can blow them apart!

I wanna see them dropping to the ground

like hooker's panties at Mardi Gras!

What he's saying is fuck Congress,

fuck the president and let's just do it.

Man, I love living in a democracy.

Hello, this is Harold Everton from the New York City News

with a special report.

I'm in front of the New York financial headquarters

right now.

The worldwide no-fly zone is a disaster.

Our economy is on the brink of financial collapse.

And Wall Street has not opened today.

Is this another Friday the 13th?

Can the government really keep us here in the country?

It appears so.

All flights are cancelled nation wide.

And nobody can leave America.

What's going on?

Why are they holding us here?

How long will the continue and are we under martial law?

The President needs to give us answers.

Please God help us!

And save our great country.

I'm Harold Everton in New York City signing out.

Back to the studio.

All flights are cancelled.

I repeat, all flights are cancelled.

All flights are cancelled.

I repeat, all flights are cancelled.

KAI.

Please stop playing with this stupid ball,

for God's sake.

Where do these flying sharks come from?

Who are these strange men riding them?

But most of all, what is their goa...?

Hello, Tyler.

We have the sonar impulse ready.

Yes, we did it.

You will now receive a suitcase with the antidote.

And you know what do do with it.

Ugh.

Now the Eiffel Tower is gone, too!

I just want to get out of here. Damn. Shit.

I'm quite with you.

For 5 days I've been crouching here.

Witnessing how Europe is transformed

into something uglier than it's been already.

This no-fly zone needs to be lifted.

Then off, across the pond, and welcome back USA.

What happens if they attack us?

I'm the best Air Marshal between Paris and New York.

No flying fish stands between me and my passengers.

Never thought I'd go hunting sharks in a plane.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You sick or something?

We can get one of Tyler's medics to give you a shot.

No!

No. I'll be fine. It's just some stupid flu bug.

Okay...

If you say so.

Let's go.

I never thought I would see you again,

after the mess you left for me.

Come here.

- Good to see you. - Oh, yeah.

You must be Angelique.

Hey. Hey.

What?

- Look at this. - What...?

Our flight is cleared.

- What? Where? - There.

You're right.

We're going home!

When energy becomes a weapon...

When the last remaining oil reserves

rest in the hands of fanatics...

If our idea of freedom is threatened,

we must act!

War and terrorism must never be tolerated again.

Setting out your challenge!

Fighting at the Dead Flesh Forces.

Whoever occupies foreign countries nowadays

no longer needs to be ashamed.

On today's battlefield no one has to die.

Your avatar, your willingness to trade

and our knowledge ensures the safety of your family.

The Dead Flesh Forces.

Our sword of justice.

We stand between good and evil.

Where in justice becomes law, resistance becomes a duty.

We are Richter Technology.

And our future is today.

This is the final call for NY 7887.

Boarding is already in progress at gate 84.

Repeat. All passengers for flight NY 7887

from Nice to New York are requested

to immediately proceed to Gate 84.

Alright.

Strange.

My office tells me that all Americans

are allowed to fly out.

But I only see our small group.

I couldn't care less.

The important thing is I am getting out.

Stealth Mode

Green light!

Launch the attack on that Nazi carrier!

Here's your captain speaking.

The vessel will arrive in a bit

ECA 73

1100, expect some turbulences.

Switch your body cameras on.

Oh, Jasmine.

I don't know why you bother.

You're pretty enough for that mess out there.

It's a part of our job.

You'll learn.

Excuse me, stewardess.

The stupid plane is going really slow.

Can't you tell that... that pilot of yours

to speed it up a bit?

I really gotta be somewhere.

Hmm. Don't we all?

You know what?

Why don't I ask the captain

if we can throw out some of the more pesky passengers

from the economy class.

I did see some fatties back there.

Oh, you might wanna spare the kids.

What do you think?

This will have consequences.

Okay.

What kind of game is this?

Let me see.

This is the coolest game in the world.

Does the female lead at least get clothes

when you reach the next level?

Enjoy.

Ladies and gentlemen.

This is your captain speaking with a short status update.

We have just passed Faröer Islands

and will be committed to the care of American Air Monitoring

in about an hour.

In another 3 1/2 hours we will be landing

at JFK airport.

So enjoy your flight.

What did you expect?

They just visited Europe.

They should be happy we could leave it behind.

You're damn right.

You all right?

Some headache.

Guys!

There's fucking something outside the plane!

- What?! - What?

Everybody calm down!

I'll be right back!

Oh, fuck!

Fuck...

05/01.

We're approaching object in 40 seconds.

Multiple readings

Approaching target.

Prepare the pulse device!

Get ready for pulse device.

I'm ready to shoot.

- Get ready, boys! - Yeah!

Do it.

Fire pulse!

Thank you. We made it.

They're genetically mutating to defend themselves!

Shit!

Ok...

Listen, we better close in now.

Your father had a premonition

that something like this might happen.

He gave me this.

The K7B connects all together.

This is the antidote that keeps your sister

from falling pray to evil.

If she turns, you give her a fucking shot.

Hi, Dad.

We're in a pretty bad situation in here.

Do you know what's going to happen here tonight,

never was my intention.

You have to believe me.

Could it get any worse?

We were using innocent people as live bait.

I swear, I'll retire from everything once this is over.

Anyway...

How is Diabla?

She claims it is a flu, but we both know better.

Listen...

There's one thing you need to understand.

Everything is connected with everything.

They can feel Diabla's presence and they want her.

Are you out of your mind?

Are we really just guinea pigs to you?

No no no. Don't worry. They won't harm her.

They see her as one of their own.

But...

Just look after her, will you?

Is that the reason why I am here alone?

No, you're not alone.

But I'm too old for the battlefield.

I can be of more help from here.

A US Navy patrol ship sent this shot 30 minutes ago.

The pulse didn't work.

The Sky Sharks are stronger.

They keep mutating to defend themselves.

I believe the Himmelsfaust and the Sky Sharks

may be heading here.

To New York.

What do they want on the Eastern Seaboard?

I've got a daughter going to Columbia College.

Why are they coming near land?

I believe they want to kill their maker.

I'm the only one who can create an antidote

and reverse their programming.

They must know I've been working on a way to neutralize them.

Mein Gott!

They will destroy New York.

This...

Is why...

Ladies and gentlemen,

the only option left is to let the genie out of the bottle

Project Dead Flesh.

Project Dead Flesh...

May God have mercy.

I thought that was just some story they told

in the corporation.

Like something for the agents to tell their kids

at night to scare them.

So you're telling me there really is a project Dead Flesh?

What is project Dead Flesh?

Well it all started with the US losing in Korea and Vietnam.

I had to come over in '46 from Germany

with the help of Project Paperclip.

For a few years I was nothing but a sidekick

to the US generals.

But in March '68, after the massacre of My Lai,

I came into the picture.

That's when Project Dead Flesh was born.

All of a sudden I got all the funding and support I asked for

and nobody was asking any questions.

My team and I moved the lab over to Fort Hammerhead

at Da Nang border.

Project Dead Flesh was about creating the perfect soldier.

Resilient, indestructible and unstoppable.

We called him Damian.

My team implanted a neuro-receiver

into the brains of fallen soldiers

so we could control them.

Microwaves in the lower beta-range allowed

to send impulses from one brain to another.

I wanted full control over my super-soldier.

My technology had always worked in the lab.

But now we had a chance to test it in the field.

We got permission to use an imprisoned Charlie-unit

as guinea pigs.

My special unit infected them with K7B

and my team and I documented their morphing

into blood-thirsty Vietcong zombies

who were supposed to attack camp Hammerhead.

We knew the US unit would lose against Charlie's army of dead,

but we had an ace up our sleeve.

We flew in my super-soldier Damian,

a Green Beret trained to operat behind the enemy lines.

What other called "Hell", he called his "Home."

He was in action from '67 to '69

until a bullet killed him in the field.

His body responded to K7B in an unprecedented way.

The good soldiers from Camp Hammerhead

had just come back from a regular mission

and did not know what was coming at them.

They expected to have a quiet night

and some good rest after a few drinks.

Damian was in sleep mode.

We connected his brain

to that of my assistant, Dr. Greene,

in order to control his thoughts and movement.

We woke Damian up

and got him ready for his mission.

Everything exactly as planned.

Open the gates.

The Vietcong zombies attacked camp Hammerhead.

All hell broke loose

and Dr. Greene started to remote-control Damian

through the wire connection.

Everything unfolded precisely as planned.

It was a full success.

Damian was unstoppable.

But there was one flaw.

Dr. Greene.

Unfortunately the secreted adrenaline in Greene's blood

circulation disturbed the transmission.

First he got cramps, then he twitched.

Damian tore the receiver from his head

and fell into an unprecedented blood lust.

We lost control.

He was unable to distinguish between friend or foe.

The experiment failed.

I stood there, could only watch,

could only wait until the smoke had cleared.

Until the K7B was broken down in Damian.

Considering it was a disaster,

still something amazing came out of it.

I had finally found the error in the system.

You can't break a dead person's will!

Somewhere between all the muscles, bonus and blood,

ever organism has its own unique energy.

But now...

With the help of modern nano-technology,

I can overwrite the will of any given individual!

This is the solution!

What's the combat status?

I am K7B!

Megalodon ready.

Holy shit!

Go get them, boys!

Fuck them up!

Step one. Good job everybody.

Yeah! That's what I like to see.

It's raining...

barbecued...

fucking...

catfish!

Yeah!

She shot me.

Shit.

Don't act like a pussy.

We're safe now, sir.

Danger averted. Every zombie dead.

We're safe now.

The plane is under control again.

I wish you a pleasant flight home.

Security connection desired.

Authorization granted.

Chardonnay or sake?

Or some spicy tuna?

What?

We're ordering a seafood pizza.

We're gonna be at your place in two hours.

Whatever you prefer, is fine with me.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Just get here, will you?

Ready to talk about your retirement plans, Dad?

Later.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

Maybe he's just getting old!

Warriors of New Germania!

The world will crumble.

Everything is prepared for a new dawn!

The world shall tremble...

Under the banner of the Fourth Reich.

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Under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult guardian.

Violence, grisly images, language, nudity and froooogs!

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