Crawlspace

2-4-3-8-7-8-7.

The base is under attack.

The prisoners have escaped.

Please, send help!

Echo 1

entering science and medical wing.

Come on! We are dying!

All units be advised!

The base is in lockdown!

Your primary targets are extremely hostile.

Your orders are to eliminate on sight with extreme prejudice.

These targets will be in prisoner quarantine on level four.

Secondary is the extraction of the lead science team.

Report your elimination of targets by the numbers.

Echo 1, you take the lead.

Breach and secure the entrance.

Echo 2, enter via the service tunnels and secure level three.

Echo 3, locate and evac science team.

Echo 4, clear prisoner quarantine.

Nice!

It's a fuckin' shame.

Once we infiltrate the facility, base security will be on high alert.

But give them no quarter.

Make no mistake.

Today they'll give you none in return.

Takin' care of business.

30 seconds to insertion point.

Like ridin' a bike, chief.

It's good to have you back.

Entering maintenance compound.

God!

Help me.

Echo daddy, have entered prisoner quarantine.

Shh.

Clear, standby.

Echo daddy, cells one through eight are open.

Targets are mobile.

No, please, no.

Echo daddy, tango 3 eliminated.

All echo units be advised.

Targets have entered the ducting systems.

This is echo daddy, report.

Targets have entered the ducting systems.

Echo 3, targets are on your level.

Give me eyes, kid, where are we?

- Wiki. - Yep.

Section 4f.

K-9 neurological research wing.

I fuckin' hate dogs.

What, so no white picket

fence, 2.1 kids and a family dog for you two then, eh?

She's more of a cat person.

She loves the pussy.

Yeah, you fuckin' wish.

Cut the chatter.

Prisoner quarantine cleared.

You o.K., chief?

You seem a little distracted.

I'm fine.

We've got a job to do.

Let's just get it done.

Amen to that, 'cause I'm already starting to cramp up.

Clear.

Go.

I got sand in orifices I didn't even know I had.

How did we pull this sewer rat detail anyway?

You've gotta be fucking shitting me.

This one's base security.

Says he's... biomechanic.

John mckinny.

No other echo team has been through here.

Something's not quite right.

Movement!

Check the board.

Negative.

You got us jumping at shadows, kid.

I'm telling you, I saw somethin'.

These tunnels will play tricks with your mind.

We're a hundred feet below Australia's own area 51.

I think it's justified.

I think you watch too many movies.

Just keep cool.

Echo 1, we are under attack.

I repeat... Heavy resistance from base security.

Find us an exit now!

Go, go, go!

Man down, man down!

Get us out of here!

Echo units, stay on mission.

Lights out. Switch to cans.

Jesus Christ.

Clear.

How's our six looking?

Negative.

Let's go.

Wait.

I've got one external moving 40 meters north adjacent to us.

Fire only on my command.

10 meters from line of sight.

Cease fire!

Move!

Target turning right.

No, wait.

Left.

Dead ahead, 50 meters.

Turning right.

Target has stopped.

It can't be.

It can't be you.

Romeo, wherefore art thou?

Talk to me.

Chief, we're coming in.

Hold your positions.

Do you know who I am?

Do you know who you are?

You're in a facility 200 feet underground.

And I'm here to get you out.

But you have to throw a little bit of trust my way, o.K.?

Trust you?

Echo team, proceed.

Chief!

Hold your fire!

That's her. That's tango 8.

I gave you a direct order, soldier!

Yeah, but they're not echo daddy's orders.

No, they're mine.

So lower your weapons.

What's going on back there?

Let us in on it, chief.

What's going on?

I got movement!

Talk to me.

We've got another external.

50 meters, coming up our six.

Are you sure?

Wait.

- Are you sure? - I'm sure.

I'm sure. It's a big signal, boss.

This is bullshit.

I'm coming, kid.

40 meters.

Stand down, soldier.

I won't say it again.

20 meters.

Do we have an exit?

It's right above you.

Oh, you're fucking kidding me.

Oh, you've gotta be fucking shitting me.

Contact!

No, wiki, you stay back.

You stay back! Chief!

Do you have a visual? A visual?

What the hell have they been doing down here?

Fight or flee, kid?

Flee, definitely flee!

I'm just pissing this thing off!

Jesus Christ!

Magkit, now!

Magkit, magkit now!

Fourpack!

Come on.

Yeah, come on!

Come on, you fucker!

Christ, go in.

You fucking son of a motherfucking bitch.

Come on, you fucker!

We're clear.

I'll be right behind you.

Wik!

Don't move.

Hurry!

Let's go, kid, let's go!

Fuck you. Fuck you!

Quickly.

I got you, mate.

Are you all right?

I'm fine, did we stop it?

I don't think so.

You're bleeding.

No, come on, go go go go!

You o.K.?

Come on!

Hurry!

Ladies and gentlemen, Elvis is leaving the fuckin' building.

I got you.

Yep.

Gotcha.

Come on.

Miss me?

Augh, oh!

Will!

Diane!

Chief, we've gotta do something!

Do something!

Blow the fucker, chief!

Baby, please! We're going to get you out.

Come on, throw it down!

Blow it.

Blow it!

No, chief!