The Expanse

Previously on The Expanse...

You shouldn't even be on this station.

Whoa, whoa. Hey, hey.

That's something you need to get off your chest there?

Dozens of ships leave here every day.

It's time for you to go.

Can I have my gun back?

Is that...

It's one of the data streams

that Dresden was collecting.

It's coming directly from Eros.

Give it to me!

Are those people talking?

Not people.

Building something.

Building what?

We're going to find out!

I need evidence.

I'm asking you for help.

You think this is for real?

I think I got something she can use.

What the fuck is this?

Tell me a little bit more about your journey.

Two kilometers long, half a kilometer wide.

And at the center,

a piece of Earth, curved back on itself.

Our Eden.

Any idea how we can take out a whole asteroid?

With that. The Nauvoo.

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Must've been one hell of a fight.

The data core and logs were purged,

so we pulled whatever we could

out of the flight operation systems.

We're sending you the design specs

along with the DNA scans

of the 13 bodies found on board.

But get this, the ship has one of the fusion drives

that were stolen from the Bush Shipyards.

We'll maintain position with the wreck

and we'll await your instructions.

When Fred Johnson gave you those coordinates

were you expecting to find this?

I don't know what I was expecting.

He could be playing you.

Then at least we know he's willing to play.

Huh.

DNA profiles from those stiffs on the stealth.

Their official records show all of them were last employed

by Protogen Corporation.

Then their histories pretty much stopped.

Protogen, a subsidiary of Mao-Kwikowski.

Of course, so are half the companies in the system.

That's it.

Fred wants me to connect Protogen to the stealth ships.

And to Jules-Pierre Mao?

Do you really think he's in bed with Errinwright?

How many people have the resources

to wage a private war,

with a private fleet of ships?

Phoebe Station.

Protogen ran a research base on Phoebe...

Tell Davila to push that wreck

into the nearest UNN patrol route.

Wait. You want it to be discovered?

Yes.

Because then it won't be a secret anymore.

What's so urgent?

What the hell is he doing here?

I know you two have your differences but I don't care.

We've got bigger issues to deal with.

We're going back to Eros.

We need your help.

We're done going anywhere with you.

And you should've kicked his ass off this station by now.

I don't expect you to understand

what I did to Dresden.

Actually, I understand your Belter bullshit just fine.

Good.

Then you know we need to do something about this rock.

Yeah, and you put a bullet in the guy

who could've told us how.

Yeah, I did. I killed the mad scientist.

And now we need to kill his science experiment.

And how do you suppose we do that?

The Martian quarantine patrols

are just gonna clear us a lane?

The patrols are gone.

The Inners have been redeploying ships

all over the system

since Earth blew up Deimos.

Eros is unguarded?

And it's only a matter of time before someone lands on it

and takes a sample

or gets infected.

What does any of this have to do with him?

Miller's leading a demolition team

to plant explosives around the docks.

It's not gonna work.

Even if you mine the docks,

if someone wants in badly enough,

they'll find a way.

That's why we're gonna use that.

To knock Eros right into the sun.

Did you just say you're gonna use the Nauvoo

as a battering ram?

That's well put.

The Nauvoo is a cathedral.

What do the Mormons have to say about this plan?

We're commandeering the ship.

You're insane.

And you might be too, for listening to this lunatic.

Well, I guess we could just broadcast everything we know,

and wait for Earth, Mars and the OPA

to all rally together and start singing Kumbaya

and do the right thing.

Just hear me out, all right?

Look.

We're gonna...

We're gonna launch the Nauvoo, from here, okay?

We're going to shoot her like a bullet towards Eros,

picking up speed.

Fred's geeks crunched all the numbers.

Velocity, speed, angle, all that crap.

So when she hits...

Eros is on her merry way.

We're gonna detonate the bombs after impact.

Controlled explosion that just destroys the docks

and cooks the surface.

Nobody ever gets in there again.

There's got to be a better way.

Screw it. Why don't we just pack

every bomb we have onto the surface

and detonate them all at once?

Vaporize the whole damn station.

We'd turn one big infected rock

into a million tiny ones.

And if one of them rocks falls down a gravity well...

Cortazar said the protomolecule

was building something inside Eros.

What if it's a weapon?

We need a gunship to deliver the bombs

and to provide cover in case we run into any hostiles.

We need the Roci.

And her crew.

This is gonna destroy you.

Along with everything you've tried to build here.

Somebody's got to act.

It's the right thing to do.

Stars are better off without us.

All right. We're in.

The Mormons are gonna be pissed.

...and revelations from the

discovery of the wrecked Stealth Ship in the Belt

continue to reverberate Earth-side.

Today, U.N. sources confirmed

that evidence aboard the ship

has been conclusively linked to Protogen Corporation,

a subsidiary of Mao-Kwikowski Mercantile,

and that all of Protogen's corporate assets

have been frozen,

pending a full investigation of the company's ties

to OPA terrorist...

Get me Errinwright.

Thank you for coming in.

And we appreciate you meeting with us

without your legal team.

I believe in always clearing up misunderstandings

eye-to-eye.

Good.

So, you had no knowledge of the money being funneled

from Protogen to build a fleet of secret stealth ships?

Of course not, Madam.

Mao-Kwikowski has hundreds of satellite companies

under its umbrella.

Protogen represents less than

a third of one percent of our revenue.

We all know that Fred Johnson still has ties to Earth,

but you need to explain to us

how the OPA could infiltrate your company.

We do business in every part of the system.

So naturally we're going to be a target

for corporate espionage

and political radicals.

So, you believe the stealth ships are the work of...

OPA moles?

That's the theory that our

security team is operating under.

These moles are still your employees

whom you hired

and vetted through your security screenings.

Day-to-day operations are handled by

Protogen executives, with full autonomy.

With such a small project, my team would only be notified

if the company exceeded its budget allotment.

So, these "rogue" employees managed to make a profit

and a war without even going over budget?

God, maybe we should get these people on our payroll.

Protogen is a bio-tech research company,

and it had a government contract on Phoebe Station.