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Do you ever struggle with how to explain this job to your parents?

- Who's the hooker? - Me.

- You know that I can do this. - This is not Quantico.

Can you get me up there?

Yeah, I could do that.

Sanitation workers found her.

Beaten. Stabbed.

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We do what we do and sometimes the heavens fall.

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You did what with my targeting mechanism?

What do you think we're doing here, Jurgen?

Jigsaw puzzles and s'mores?

This is PELEUS, not summer camp.

The mandate has always been for defensive weaponry!

You think the Defense Department is for defense?

What we've built here...

what happens when it gets into the wrong hands?

We make what the Pentagon tells us to make, period.

And it's called PELEUS, Jurgen...

Projectile Engineering Lab.

Nerd fight.

We need a slogan.

"If it flies, they dies."

You think this is a joke, Leslie?

I think these chips are a joke.

No salt? What the hell's the point?

Loo... relax. Jurgen.

We did what we said we were gonna do.

Now all we got to do is show it to the generals

and we all get a vacay.

Jurgen ain't gonna make it.

What do you mean?

I like Jurgen.

I do.

They been recruiting goobs like him at this place for 50 years,

but things are different now. The world is different.

It's like plotting the trajectory

of a Lorenz attractor in phase space.

I get it. Great at sports, not so good at math?

Hey, I aced pre-calc.

Okay, genius.

Um, let me "pre-calc" it for you.

Unintended consequences.

The things we do here,

they don't just blow up over there.

They can blow up right here...

in a mall, at a concert, in a school.

Jurgen's not exactly wrong. He's just a little...

Little what?

Late.

What's up?

Harry and Ryan found whiskey in the radio cabin.

Of course they did.

They better save me some.

You better stay focused.

A little après-ski never killed anybody.

Some snow, fireplace, whiskey.

Skiing?

That's for amateurs.

Owen sent us up here for a reason.

Whatever this Project Werewolf is they created,

we're supposed to protect it.

Eyes ahead, Romeo.

You should be on my side in this, Leslie.

What I should be doing is getting paid more.

You pretend you don't care,

but I know you do.

There's an old expression...

The only way out of PELEUS is when they choke you out.

- Hm. - Should I go after him?

There's nowhere for him to go.

The interstate's washed out.

The nearest airport is 80 miles away.

I'll go talk to him.

We'll go after her.

And I'll be here.

No whiskey.

What are they fighting about?

He's having a crisis of conscience.

Told him go back to his cabin and take a breath.

What triggered this?

We work in groups, and Jurgen's group

wasn't exactly told everything about the project.

What exactly is this Project Werewolf?

You mean Project None of Your Business?

PELEUS doesn't even officially exist.

Why do you think they got us all the way out here?

'Cause even 50 years ago,

this place was barely a stop on a third-tier rail line.

And have you seen the train that stops through here?

It's like one of those old-timey things.

It's got white people all, "I'm the king of the world."

Isn't that the Titanic?

That's every damn thing.

Look, Jurgen's gonna cool off.

Everyone does eventually.

Hmm.

It's me.

Changed your mind?

You can't ever use my name.

Absolutely not.

You'll be an anonymous source.

Hey.

Storm system still giving us satellite trouble?

Deep?

You can see for yourself.

See? We have thermal imagery again.

It's thrilling.

I'm gonna get some coffee.

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No, he doesn't. He's He's... just grieving.

It will be okay.

Hey.

Will you?

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Oh, Jocelyn.

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People should know.

This is a defense sciences program.

We're supposed to make defensive things.

Ryan, someone's standing on the edge of the compound.

Check it out. A half-klick north of you.

We've got a second heat signature.

We're not supposed to be sowing the seeds of our own deaths.

"For Peleus raised his shield and swore vengeance on Discord,

who had cursed his wedding."

- What are you doing here? - Miss the scoop, miss the story.

If they find you here, you'll be arrested.

They have a team in place?

Come on!

I would just like to get a sense of the resources

the government is throwing into this.

How many people on the team?

What paper did you say you write for?

You guys stay with them! We'll check it out!

Yeah!

Jurgen, calm down.

I simply thought that this would be better face to face.

- Thought what would be better? - This.

Hey.

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No, no. The storm is eating the damn sat feed.

He's dead.

Same.

Owen, where's that heat signature now?

We've got no image. It's gone.

Damn it!

One of you want to tell us what the hell's going on?

The camp's been compromised.

What do you mean, "compromised"?

I thought you had people on the satellite.

We do, but for now, we need to evacuate you immediately,

along with your prototype.

Where's Jurgen?

- He's dead. - Dead?

How?

He was shot twice in the chest.

You get it now?

There's an assassin in our midst?

How the hell did they get in here?

Guys, if we're gonna do this, we need to move now.

Everyone, listen to me, okay?

You're the best at what you do

and we're the best at what we do.

Yeah, and if you want us to get your prototype

safely to Fort Meade, one of us needs to hold it.

- From my cold, dead hands. - Leslie, the rules have changed.

We hold the prototype now, and there's no room for discussion.

Trust me.

Okay.

What's the plan? We got choppers coming in?

No. With the storms hitting the coast,

they're either down or otherwise occupied.

- It'll take too long to get out here. - No choppers?

What kind of evac team are we getting?

- You're looking at it. - We're just gonna drive out?

Wait for the hostiles to ambush us?

We can't drive. The roads are washed out.

So you got no exit strategy?

Well, there is one option.

You're kidding me, right?

All aboard!

The Catamount Classic

- departs in five minutes! You know, this is brilliant.

I can live out my steampunk cosplay

and Agatha Christie fetishes all in one go.

You sure about this?

She's lasted 100 years. She'll get us to Maryland.

With all these innocent civilians along for the ride?

Jurgen's hit was discreet and targeted.

Whoever did this was not looking for collateral damage.

If you believe that, I'll pretend to.

Ryan, Shelby, why don't you take Fedowitz in the passenger car?

Harry, McQuigg,

you take Vickers with the prototype into the club car.