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Come on, Sinclair, get it together.

Oh, damn it.

Get it together. Get it together.

Get out of Union territory.

The Vanguard needs you.

One of our Polity Fireteams?

Christmas came early.

Take these shit stains out.

- We're supposed to capture them, sir.

- Does the Smoke just capture us?

Take them out. Orders from the top.

It happened so fast,

I couldn't even tell if they were Union or Polity.

- Doesn't really matter, does it?

Robert Sinclair.

I am pleased we found you.

The Polity needs your help.

Fuck your war.

- It feels weird not to be out there.

- Everything feels weird nowadays.

- Hey, we got Vegas back, baby. I hope it's in one piece.

Those Union hypocrites

didn't change a thing in our "sin city."

They were too busy enjoying it.

- General, what are we looking at?

Reclamation.

We're taking back the Anvil.

We're beating back the Union thanks to the Holon frames.

So I can give you the R&R I promised.

- Speaking of your impressive new gL Units General,

whose minds are driving the new Holons?

That's classified, Chase.

- We need to know who we're fighting alongside.

- You need to know what I tell you you need to know, soldier.

Frankly, if the success of the new division continues,

you may not be fighting at all from now on.

What do you mean?

- Don't take this the wrong way,

but with the Holon frames divisions active,

you're outdated tech now.

You should be glad.

You've given so much and you finally get a reprieve.

Lock started with us.

We deserve to know what's going on.

Enough.

Chain of command exists for a reason.

Dismissed.

But it's not Nemesis, right?

Not more of me inside of those Holons?

I promise, Chase.

Nemesis copies are not driving the Holon frames.

Now, enjoy R&R.

That is an order.

- Ugh, so good. You close, babe?

Shh, no talking.

And no babe.

- No babe? -

- I know you said no labels, but c'mon.

Ugh.

So, uh, you close?

Ugh.

I'm as far away as I could possibly be.

- But you're, like, my girl, right?

- For the billionth time, we're just fucking, Jodie.

We were just about to--

- I'm sorry. - I was just--

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--nope.

Jodie was just leaving.

Really? I thought that--

Jodie, out. No babe.

No talking next time.

What the hell, Chase?

Sorry.

What are you doing?

You've seen me naked, like, a billion times.

- Just, I don't know, it feels wrong.

- But it didn't feel wrong to just blip into my room

without, like, saying, "Knock, knock" first?

- I'm sorry.

I've been having a lot of trouble with boundaries lately.

Lately?

- It's just, I'm learning things

that are making it tough to keep it together.

What things?

- I don't even know if we're the good guys anymore, Miranda.

You're not making any sense.

New York was blowback--

a response to a top-secret Polity air strike on Babylon,

ordered by Marin.

- What? How do you--

You remember the reports

about an explosion at the Kaaba?

- Yeah, our intel said something went wrong

at the military manufacturing site where they make Smoke.

Our intel, our spin.

Marin sent our jets, weapons hot,

into a non-combat zone filled with civilians.

The Union's just as guilty.

Think of who we lost in New York--

people like your mother and your sister.

- When am I not thinking of them?

The war was cold, Miranda. Polity lit the match.

Us, not them. Us.

We've been lied to for years.

- They were feeding their own people to it every day.

How is that not violence worth preventing?

- For all we know they wouldn't have even attacked New York

if we didn't decide to go off all half-cocked

and destroy the one thing that they think is heaven.

- I can't believe you're sounding like

a Union sympathizer.

- This is what I'm talking about.

We're all frustrated with how much of you falls into us.

- I'm not conjuring 'em. I swear.

I don't know why they pop up. But how can you not love 'em.

'Cause of them, you're never gonna be alone.

Cammie, that's just it.

Sometimes, we want to be alone.

I mean, that's why we limit mind-sharing to battle.

- One of your rabbits shit in my hair!

Stop making them!

Yaz, calm yourself.

Cammie, Yaz is trying to say we need boundaries.

Even a loving family needs doors.

- Not my family. Growing up, we shared--

Kazu, wait your turn.

We were talking boundaries with Cammie.

Oh, that.

Yeah, I'll, uh--

I'll definitely look into that for you.

Team, we need to talk.

Miranda!

Why don't you take a seat and tell me why you're--

- I know about the first strike on the Kaaba.

Way I see it, you tried to stop a war before it started.

- Some argue I started the very war

I tried to prevent.

- In the face of extinction, the Union convinced themselves

they'd found heaven inside tiny fucking robots,

then went around selling their mind poison to whole countries.

You knew the attack would kill many,

but if it succeeded, it would save far more.

A great leader makes tough decisions.

I hope to do the same.

I know that you will.

- I'm requesting to join command.

- How did you learn about the strike, Major Worth?

Chase knows.

He told me.

Able.

Initiate covert surveillance - Lock unit.

Chase, what's wrong?

- Everything-- this war, why we fight.

The Polity kept us in the dark this entire time.

- You may look different, but you're definitely still a man.

- The war didn't start in New York.

Marin ordered a strike on the Kaaba first.

No declaration of war. No warning.

My mom, my sister--

every life we've taken in service of a lie.

So it has finally come out.