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INT. CONVICT QUARTERS - THUG JOHNSON'S CELL - DAY

KENNETH "KIKI" RODRIGUEZ (27) grimaces a he pulls the shiv
from the chest of "THUG" JOHNSON (Dead).    

Kiki wipes the sweat off his forehead and blood mingles with
his mascara.  He stands, stares at Thug, his anger wells up
inside.  

He gives Thug a swift kick, then jumps back.  But Thug's dead
now - there isn't going to be any retribution.  Kiki smiles.

GUARD (O.S.)
You there!

Kiki turns.  The Guard's Lyzer is charged and points directly
at him.

GUARD
Drop the weapon.

Kiki glances down at the bloody shiv in his hand, then
nervously drops it.  He raises his hands above his head.  

KIKI
I didn't do it.

The Guard moves in carefully.  

GUARD
Right, and it never snows on Mars.

INT. COMMAND

COMMANDER FARTHING (50s) walks around the BITIS display which
holographically shows the congregation of POLITICIANS in
Spaceport reception.  He smiles evilly.

ALAN, the disembodied calming voice of the base's central
computer, speaks.

ALAN
The United Earth representatives
are here to see you, Commander.

Farthing shoots the air an annoyed glance.

FARTHING
I'm aware of that.

ALAN
This is your third reminder, sir.

FARTHING
Then stop your nagging.

ALAN
I'm sorry if you interpret my
reminder function as nagging,
Commander.  It is merely intended
to assist you with your duties.

Farthing's evil smile returns.

FARTHING
You're absolutely correct, mustn't
keep them waiting. Please inform
our honoured guests that I am on my
way.

ALAN
Thank you, sir.

INT. MESS

JENNA DRAST (early 30s), impromptu cafeteria lady, stands
behind the serving counter and unconsciously stirs what may
be mashed potatoes with a large spoon.    

Her attention is on ADAM WORTH (39) who sits alone in the
mess, ramrod straight, while he eats his brunch.

She squints her eyes, like she's trying to see a detail
she's missed.  Her lips tighten in anger.  She throws the
spoon into the potatoes.

Adam looks up from his meal, glances at her.  She makes a
smirky face back.  He smiles.  

Their brief connection breaks when they both look in the
direction of an O.S. SCREAM.  

Kiki runs into the Mess, frantic, screaming, his hands
are cuffed together with a restraining band.  

Adam is up, running toward Kiki. Jenna takes a concerned step
away from the commotion.

Kiki's making time across the mess but Adam is faster.  He
tackles Kiki in the middle of the room.  

Kiki panics, screams wildly but some words can be discerned.

KIKI
I didn't do it!

INT. SPACEPORT - RECEPTION

The Politicians lounge around the utilitarian reception area.
One, ELLIOT CANTRELL (50s), paces nervously back and forth.  

ELLIOT
Where the hell is he?

None of the others comment.

ELLIOT
That antiquated piece of computing
equipment said he'd be here any
moment.

He rubs his hands together.

ELLIOT
And there's not even proper
refreshments.  Where's my
champagne?

A couple of Politicians shoot him an annoyed glance, there's
some whispering.  

ELLIOT
But the point is it has been more
than a few moments. I ask you, is
this what we are to expect from
Mars?  Delays?  Excuses?
Disrespect?  

SENATOR ANDREW WARREN (42), sits cross-legged on a sofa,
clears his throat.

ANDREW
That's enough, Elliot.

ELLIOT
It's never enough, Andrew. That's
why we're here. Idiot!

Andrew stands menacingly. He's much taller than Elliot. The
Politicians watch on with interest.

ANDREW
There is when you have God.

ELLIOT
I'm sure God makes a tasty meal
when you're starving.  How many
does he serve?

Andrew steps closer, his fists ball.

The doors to reception burst open, heads turn.  Farthing
enters - an ENSIGN by his side.    

FARTHING
Gentlemen, my apologies for keeping
you waiting.

Elliot wags a finger at him.

ELLIOT
I expect more than an apology from
you, Farthing.

FARTHING
And you'll get everything you
deserve, and more.

Elliot is speechless at the thought.

FARTHING
I'm sure you are all eager for a
tour of the facilities.  We can
discuss...    

The Ensign glances at his Tab, then shoots Farthing a worried
glance.

ENSIGN
Excuse me, Commander.

The Ensign leans in, whispers to Farthing.  He points at his
tab.  Farthing's eyes open wide.

FARTHING
Unfortunately, I have been called
away by pressing business.
Ensign...

ELLIOT
What sort of pressing business?

FARTHING
The sort we can discuss later.
After you freshen up. Ensign,
please escort our guest to their
quarters.  

ANDREW
Commander, I must object...

FARTHING
And I must go.

Farthing smirks as he exits. The Politicians are outraged.  

INT. WALKWAY NEAR COMMONS

Farthing races along.

FARTHING
Another murder?

ALAN
Two, sir.  One convict, one guard.

FARTHING
And you didn't see either?

ALAN
No, sir.

FARTHING
How can you not have seen it?  You
see everything?

ALAN
I am not programmed to explain it,
Commander.  

FARTHING
Not programmed, or can't.

ALAN
Aren't they the same, sir?

INT. CONVICT QUARTERS - CORRIDOR

Adam stands over the Guard's bloody body, his throat is slit.
Kiki quivers against the wall in quiet shock.  

BERNARD DEVLIN (35) and HENRY EVANS (mid 20s) stand nearby.
They are curious and sad, respectively.  Henry, wipes a tear
from his eye.

BERNARD
We didn't see nothin'.  We was just
playin' cards. Poker. The errand
kind. Then we heard this scream.

Henry nods, then he shoots an angry glance at Kiki.

HENRY
You're a bad girl, Kiki.
(to Adam)
Too much sneeze.

Kiki trembles, oblivious.

ADAM
And nothing else?

They both shake their heads.

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INT. MEDICAL FACILITY Ė ISOLATION ROOM

A small, square room with only some dim artificial lighting.

A single patient, ELOISE HARPER, lies comatose on the bed,
hooked up to a ventilator. CONSTANCE "CONNIE" HARRIS has
just finished adjusting the catheter.

The door slides open and DR. RICHARD "DASH" DASHER
enters.

CONNIE
Hey, Dash.

DASH
Any change?

CONNIE
Nothing.  She's deep down.

DASH
Think she'll remember what happened when she
wakes up?

CONNIE
If she wakes up. With her injuries it's a miracle
she's even alive. Whoever did this to her did not
intend for her to wake up.

A loud crash catches their attention. They exit.

INT. MEDICAL FACILITY Ė MAIN

TWO GUARDS, with Adam Worth in the rear, wheel in
a gurney covered with a white sheet.

ADAM
Got another one.

CONNIE
What happened? Did Alan catch anything
this time?

ADAM
This wasn't like the others. This was Kiki
Rodriguezís doing.

GUARD #1
Goddamn tweakers...

Connie shoots him a dark look as she pulls back the
sheet, revealing "Thug" Johnson and his bleeding shiv
wound.

Dash pales and withdraws.

DASH
Christ. I'll be in Engineering.

He leaves quickly.

GUARD #2
What's his deal?

CONNIE
Hemophobia. He hates blood.

She looks down at Johnson's body, regret softens
her features for a moment.

CONNIE
Put him in the freezer. I'll write up his death
report for the Commander.

The two guards wheel him away. Connie watches
sadly.

INT. ENGINEERING Ė OBSERVATION SUITE

A large, dark room illuminated by a dozen high-
definition display screens. IMRAN CVETKO sits and watches
intently as two engineers in PEx suits weld large rivets into
place on the exterior of the base. All around them is the
harsh environment of the Mars surface.

Dash enters and takes a seat behind Imran.

DASH
Imran.

IMRAN
Dr.  Dasher.

DASH
How's it coming?

IMRAN
Fine.  Putting the secondary plating in
place now.

DASH
Hey did you find your Tab yet?

IMRAN
No. I have no idea what happened to
to it.

DASH
It'll turn up. People are always losing
those things.

IMRAN
You know you can't even get into the
bathrooms without one of those things?

Dash chuckles.

DASH
There was another attack just now. That
twinky queer Rodriguez shived Johnson in
his cell.

IMRAN
(deadpan)
I'll try to contain my amazement.

DASH
You really don't like them, do
you?

IMRAN
They should have my sympathy for
being thieves and murderers and drug
addicts?

DASH
Rest of the world gave up on them.
Maybe Ė

IMRAN
They gave up on themselves. Why should
we waste time trying to help people who
don't want to be helped?

ALAN
Mr. Cvetko, the engineers have completed
their repairs.

One of the guys in the PEx suit gives a thumbs-up into
the monitor.

IMRAN
Thank you, Alan. Bring them in.

Imran swivels in his chair to face Dash.

DASH
You have issues, my friend.

INT. CONVICT QUARTERS Ė HOLDING CELL

Kiki sits huddled in the corner of the room, looking
dejected. Commander Farthing comes in. Kiki looks up
at him, and seems to come out of his reverie.

KIKI
Hey, hey Ė it's you!

Kiki starts crying and crawls over to Farthing, grovelling
at his feet.

FARTHING
(in a whisper)
You've been a bad girl, Kiki.

KIKI
No, no. I didn't wanna hurt nobody, I
was just doing like you said. You said I
had to. You said, that's what you said...

He descends into a series of blubbers and sobs.
Farthing is actually stroking his hair in a calming
way.

FARTHING
(still whispering)
It's all right. It's all right. Hush now.
You stand up now.

With Farthing's help, Kiki stands and his sobs taper off.
Farthing wipes away some of the mascara-smeared tears
from Kiki's face.

FARTHING
There now. That's better.

Farthing strikes like a cobra, wraps his powerful hands
around Kiki's throat and begins to throttle him mercilessly.

Kiki thrashes, tries to fight Ė but Farthing is much too powerful.
His puts his hands up to Farthing's face, tries to push him away
but succeeds only in clawing at Farthing's cheek.

Suddenly, Farthing's entire face begins to splutter and flicker
like a hologram being pried off of its projector.

Kiki's hand comes away with a handful of black mesh,
almost like a hairnet.  An FMD.

Kiki's eyes widen in fear. He drops to his knees, face
turning purple.

The fake Farthing (really OUR KILLER) strains with a final effort
as Kiki's life drains away.

When it's over, the Killer lets Kiki drop to the floor with an
unceremonious thud. He kneels to pry the FMD out of Kiki's
dead hand, but his fingers are rigid.

The sound of voices and approaching footsteps. The Killer
panicks, wrenches the FMD free and slips hurriedly out the
door. In his haste, he leaves behind a small piece of the
mesh in Kiki's palm.

INT. QUINN'S QUARTERS

The young Ensign shows DESEAN QUINN into his quarters.

ENSIGN
These are your quarters, Representative
Quinn.  Hopefully they're to your liking.

QUINN
Everything seems fine.

ENSIGN
Alan will synch your Tab to the lock on the
door so you can come and go.

QUINN
Thank you.

ENSIGN
Do you need anything, sir?

QUINN
Yes, a tour of the prison cells. I'd like to see
the convicts.

The Ensign was not expecting that. Not from a guy like this.

ENSIGN
That can be arranged, sir.

QUINN
Good. Iíll be waiting.

The ensign nods and leaves.

INT. CREW AND GUEST QUARTERS Ė CORRIDOR

The ensign steps out of Quinn's quarters and proceeds
down the hall. His Tab starts beeping and he withdraws it
from his pocket and hits a button.

ENSIGN
Yes?

ALAN
Commander Farthing requires your
presence in the holding cells immediately.

ENSIGN
Thank you,  Alan.

He puts his Tab away, reverses direction and heads off
at a trot.

INT. HOLDING CELL Ė MOMENTS LATER

The Ensign arrives to find Adam and a few guards standing
over Kiki's dead body. Commander Farthing (the real Farthing)
is kneeling over Kiki's face. In his hands, he twirls the lacerated
FMD through his fingers.

He stares absently into space.

ENSIGN
Holy shit...

FARTHING
(to himself)
What the hell is happening on my base?

INT. MEDICAL FACILITY Ė OFFICE

In a small office off of the main facility, Connie works
on her Tab, which projects a large computer screen onto
the opposite wall.  She is writing up Johnsonís death report.

In the background, unnoticed by Connie, a dark figure slips
into the facility and heads for the isolation room.

INT.  MEDICAL FACILITY

Outside the isolation room, the Killer takes out a Tab and
swipes it along the locking mechanism. There is a quiet
double-beep and a name flashes up on the small display:

IDENTITY CONFIRMED:
CVETKO, IMRAN
CHIEF ENGINEER


The Killer slips inside, pocketing the Tab.

INT. ISOLATION ROOM

The Killer approaches the comatose form of Eloise Parker.
He strokes her cheek with a gloved-thumb gently, lovingly.

He crosses the room to the medical dispenser and punches in
the access code, which makes the dispenser door slide open.
He prepares a large hypodermic syringe with the violet-coloured
tranquilizer Purple Rain.

BACK OVER ELOISE

The Killer gently pulls a few errant stands of hair from her
face and places the syringe under her chin, right where her
pulse is. He pushes down on the plunger.

Eloise's vitals begin to plummet almost immediately. The Killer
leaves the syringe in her neck and rushes out.

She flat lines.


I can't live the buttoned-down life like you. I want it all. The dizzying highs, the terrifying lows, the creamy middles. Sure, I may offend some of the blue bloods with my cocky stride and musky odors. Oh, I'll never be the darling of the so-called "city fathers," who cluck their tongues, stroke their beards and talk about what's to be done with this Homer Simpson?
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INT. CREW AND GUEST QUARTERS

The sound of OPERA MUSIC can be heard piping from down the corridor.
It gets louder as Jenna Drast approaches the quarters of CAPTAIN NAPIER, as stenciled on the outside of the room.

The door is open, revealing LEON NAPIER (28 ), sitting behind his desk, working intently on his Tab.
On his desk is a plastic baggy labeled EVIDENCE, inside is a significant stash of Sneeze.

Jenna knocks.

JENNA
You wanted to see me, sir?

LEON
(Thick French accent)
Oui. Please, sit.

Jenna takes a seat, looking apprehensive. She sees the evidence bag and its contents and swallows hard.
As Leon continues to work on his tab, Jenna fidgets, shifting nervously in her chair.  
Finally he sets his tab down and stares at her.

JENNA
Sir, may I...

Leon quickly puts a finger over his mouth. He points in the direction of his speakers as the Opera music reaches a crescendo.

LEON
Shh. Shh. Shh.

Leon mimes the words, the emotion. When it's over he finally turns off the music.

LEON
Now, you were saying?

JENNA
I wanted to know what--

LEON
--How would you describe your
relationship with Kenneth
Rodriguez?

JENNA
Kiki? I might have seen him
around-

LEON
Any... how would you say... extra
circular arrangements with said
Prisoner?

JENNA
Circular?

LEON
Oui.

JENNA
(Smirking)
You mean curricular?

LEON
(In French)
You dirty swine, fucking whore.

JENNA
I'm sorry?

Leon grabs the evidence bag.

LEON
You know what this is?

JENNA
I'm not sure.

Leon throws the bag at her, forcefully.
Jenna examines it. She looks up at Leon, seething in her direction.

JENNA
It's Sneeze.

LEON
It's not Sneeze. It's your Sneeze.
Found stashed in Kiki's quarters.

JENNA
Wait a second, what did he tell
you? because I---

LEON
Unfortunately he wasn't able to
say anything about the drugs.

JENNA
Oh.

LEON
No, you made quite sure of that
didn't you.

JENNA
I don't understand.

Leon smiles at her. Her expression drops.

JENNA
Kiki's dead?

Leon shoots out of his seat like a Jack-in-the-box, slamming the chair against the back wall. Jenna startles.

LEON
(Shouting)
Stand up!

JENNA
What... wait I...

LEON
Stand up, Pig!

Jenna nervously rises to her to feet. Leon approaches her, standing nose-to nose.
He knees her in the stomach, she drops to the floor, gasping for breath.

LEON
You're all the same.

Leon yanks her hair back and spits in her face.

JENNA
I didn't do anything!

He turns the music on.

LEON
Oh, I think you did.

Leon SLAMS the door shut.

INT. ANDREWS QUARTERS - CONTINUOUS

Senator Andrew Warren, hair disheveled and tie loosened, sips from a sliver flask.
He stares at the picture of a smiling YOUNG GIRL (8 ) sitting on his desk. A tear streams down his face.

Outside, the SOUND of a DOOR SLAM.

Andrew perks up.

A few doors down from Leon's room, Andrew emerges from his quarters.
He looks about in the direction of the noise. He can hear the music, and faint sounds of a struggle.
He shrugs.

On the wall in front of his quarters there is a sign labeled "COMMONS" with an arrow pointed in the opposite direction of the noise.

ANDREW
(To himself)
Fuck it.

Andrew takes a swig from his flask and unsteadily sets towards The Commons.

INT. MEDICAL FACILITY

Connie is at her desk when an ALARM sounds off.
She closes her eyes, shaking her head.

INT. ISOLATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Connie enters. The monitors all indicate Eloise is dead. Connie shuts the alarm off.

CONNIE
Ah Eloise...
(Pause)
What the?

Connie sees the syringe sticking out of Eloise's neck.

CONNIE
Alan, has anyone else been inside
the isolation room today?

ALAN
Affirmative. The last sign in
was Irman Cvetko.

CONNIE
Son of a...

Connie scrambles out of the room

INT. MEDICAL FACILITY - CONTINUOUS

As Connie exits Medical in a full sprint, she slams into Dash, just outside, in the corridor.

CONNIE
Dash!

DASH
Connie, Jesus Christ, what's wrong?

CONNIE
(Frantic)
Where Irman? Where the hell's
Irman?

DASH
Irman? Connie what the--

Something catches Dash's attention inside Medical.

CONNIE
What is it?

Just behind Connie, a darkly dressed figure has a Mag-Tech .38 aimed at the back of Connie' head.

DASH
Oh dear...

A bullet rips through the back of her skull, spraying Dash with full facial of blood, skull chunks, and brain matter.
The Doctor clasps his face, letting out a hellacious SCREAM.

DASH
(Hysterical)
Get it off! Get it off!

The Killer puts the gun to Dash's head and pulls the trigger.

CLICK!

Empty.

The Killer balls a fist.
Dash is hit square in the face with a ferocious swing. His nose is mashed with a sickening wet CRUNCH.
The Doctor falls backwards -- slamming the back of his head into the corridor wall, knocking him unconscious.
The Killer stands over the doctor, placing the gun next to Dash's body before making a quick escape.  

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INT. CONVICT QUARTERS

DeSean Quinn walks towards the convict quarters, an Ensign by his side.

ENSIGN
How long will you be, Representative?

QUINN
Not long, I'd like to see the prisoners. Is that a problem?

Ensign, about to say no, sighs.

ENSIGN
There's some business Commander Farthing is handling in there, sir. But no, I suppose it's not a problem.

Quinn smiles.

QUINN
Even better, I have to speak to him.

INT. HOLDING CELL

Adam Worth looks over the dead body of Kiki, examines it. Behind him, Commander Farthing stands.

FARTHING
The politicians need to know about this immediately. I want someone from medical here right away, bring the Devil's Eyes.

Farthing pulls out his tab, frustrated.

FARTHING (CONT'D)
And they haven't submitted Johnson's death report. Ask about that as well, will you?

Adam nods, walks out.

Farthing leans down, the black mesh catches his eye.

FARTHING (CONT'D)
FMD?

INT. LEON'S QUARTERS

Jenna sits huddled in a corner, watches Leon slam the door shut.

Leon smiles, deviously.

LEON
I'll drop those murder charges on one condition.

JENNA
I didn't kill him!

LEON
Bullshit!

Leon slowly walks toward Jenna, hands reaching for his belt buckle.

LEON (CONT'D)
One condition...

Jenna stands up but Leon's got her cornered. He undoes his belt, whips it once.

LEON (CONT'D)
Come here, bitch!

Jenna studies the room, her eyes focus on Leon's table. A lyzer sits at the edge, fully charged.

Leon lunges for her, she quickly dodges, forcing Leon to fall to the ground.

Jenna runs for the lyzer, about to grab it but stops inches away. She looks to her foot, Leon's got a hold on her.

JENNA
Let go of me, asshole!

Leon pulls Jenna to the ground, dragging the bag of sneeze down with her. Jenna grabs it, pegs it at his face.

She covers her nose as the red powder explodes all over Leon's face.

He begins to sneeze uncontrollably, his face turning full red.

LEON
You-achoo! Whore! --achoo--

Leon barely gets on his feet and approaches Jenna. She runs for the lyzer, shoots it. He plummets to the ground.

Jenna kicks him in the stomach continuously.

JENNA
All fucking -
(kick)
- men are -
(kick)
- the fucking -
(kick)
- same!

She steps back, spits on him, then runs out of the room.

INT. BATHROOM

A normal men's bathroom. Andrew Warren stands at the urinal, whistling as he urinates.

INT. CREW QUARTERS - CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS

Jenna sprints down a corridor, towards the Commons. She passes a bathroom.

INT. COMMONS - CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS

The killer, face unseen, also sprints down a corridor. A corner approaches, heading into Crew Quarters.

As he turns, he sees Jenna running toward him. She's got her head the other way, looking back at Leon's office.

INT. CREW QUARTERS - CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS

The killer plows through her. Jenna falls hard, going unconscious.

INT. BATHROOM

Andrew dries his hands. An O.S THUD! Andrew cautiously walks out.

CREW QUARTERS - CORRIDOR

Andrew looks to his right, sees nobody.

ANDREW
Mmm?

He looks to his left to discover Jenna lying on the ground, knocked out. Andrew walks to her, kneels down, taps her.

He then pulls out his tab, begins typing, as if he's calling someone.

Behind him, a shadow can be seen.

Andrew notices, looks back and is greeted with a KICK to the face from the killer. He goes unconscious.

MOMENTS LATER
The killer drags Andrew towards Leon's quarters.

INT. LEON'S QUARTERS - MOMENTS LATER

The killer looks inside, sees the body of Leon, still alive. The killer then drags inside the body of Andrew, laying him in front of Leon's table.

The killer looks around, sees the mess. He grabs the lyzer, adjusts the paralyzing agent to max. Andrew slowly opens his eyes, stares the killer in the face.

ANDREW
It's yo--

BANG! He shoots Andrew right in the head, blood spurts out.

The killer looks around the room, examines a half spilt bottle of wine on the ground. He grabs it, force feeds it to the dead Andrew and then the unconscious Leon. He smashes the bottle against Andrew's head then runs out of the room.

COMMONS - CORRIDOR - LATER

JEREMY GRAVES, 29, skinny as if starved, walks down the corridor, browsing his tab.

CREW QUARTERS - CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS

He turns the corner, sees Jenna lying on the ground. He kneels down, shakes her.

JEREMY
Hello? You awake?

She lets out a small groan.
Jeremy examines his tab.

JEREMY (CONT'D)
Looks like I'm running late.

He begins walking away but stops, looks back.

JEREMY (CONT'D)
Screw it.

He walks to her, lifts her up onto his shoulder, begins walking again.

JEREMY (CONT'D)
Names Jeremy. Probably haven't heard about me. I work down in IT, mostly just working on ALAN's bugs and tweaks.

Jeremy looks around, stops.

JEREMY (CONT'D)
(whispers)
Don't tell anyone but ALAN's been malfunctioning for the past few days, don't know what's wrong bu--

Jeremy sneezes, shakes his head.

JEREMY (CONT'D)
Excuse me. My allergies. Although I'm only allergic to cats.

Jeremy looks in front of him, sees Leon's office.

JEREMY (CONT'D)
Strange...

He walks toward it, looks inside, sees the horror.

JEREMY (CONT'D)
What... the... fuck?

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INT. LEON'S QUARTERS

Jeremy walks over to Leon who is on the floor.

JEREMY
Leon? Are you okay?

Leon pushes himself up onto his knees.

LEON
The bitch! Get the bitch!

JEREMY
Who? That girl?

LEON
You must stop her!

Jeremy looks out the door. Jenna has disappeared.

JEREMY
She's gone.

LEON
Find her!

JEREMY
Are you going to be alright?

LEON
Don't worry about me and just find that bitch!

Jeremy heads down the corridor.

INT. SPACEPORT

Adam enters the spaceport. He makes his way up to the large windows and looks out into the Mars wasteland. He grins.

INT. DESEAN QUINN'S QUARTERS

Desean walks into his room, the door closes behind him. He picks up his briefcase and puts it on his bed. He opens it and takes out a manila envelope with the word "confidential" written on it.

INT. MESS

Bernard sits alone at a table at the empty mess hall, he has a bowl of cereal in front of him.

The door opens. Henry enters. A cigarette hangs out of his mouth. Bernard looks over.

BERNARD
You have to smoke that shit in here?

Henry takes the cigarette and drops it on the ground. He steps on it.

HENRY
Happy?

Bernard shakes his head. Henry slowly moves towards Him. He grabs a chair and sits down.

HENRY
It's not really safe....bein' all by yourself,
with these murders goin' on.

BERNARD
I'm not too worried, I'm a bit tougher than that
fagot kiki.

HENRY
You are huh?

BERNARD
Just because I was born with a silver spoon in my
mouth, that doesn't make me a sissy.

HENRY
I don't think you're a sissy. I was a sissy when I was
a kid, I let people do things to me, unimaginable
things. I was weak, but I'm not week anymore.

BERNARD
You started workin' out?

Henry CHUCKLES.

HENRY
No, I just stopped being afraid, and it set me free.

BERNARD
Nothing to fear but fear itself huh.

HENRY
Truer words have not been spoken.

Henry TAPS his fingers on the table. He then reaches into his pocket and takes out a cigarette. He lights it up.

BERNARD
The fuck Henry? I just told you not to smoke
that shit around me, air is pretty hard to come
by out her.

Henry leans forward.

HENRY
Why are we out here?

BERNARD
Because no sensible people would do this kind of work.

HENRY
What work do we do? Do you have any fucking
idea what we are supposed to be doing?

BERNARD
Research? Maybe colonization?

HENRY
Fuck that, there's no way in hell they would have
people like you and me out here for that, no
fuckin' way.

BERNARD
Then what the fuck you think we're out here for?

HENRY
They're looking for something, the digs and shit like that.
Fuck, I mean they got guys out there every day all day long.
They're up to something, and if they find it we're fucked.

BERNARD
What do you mean?

HENRY
That's why they chose us. We're expendable,
we're unloved, no one will ask any questions.

BERNARD
Hey, people will know if I don't come back.

HENRY
They might know but they won't care, it's not
going to make the front fuckin' page. No one
gives a shit about us.

BERNARD
I had to lie, cheat and steal to get out here,
and now you're telling me I signed my own death
warrent?

Henry takes a long drag from his cigarette. He butts it out on the table.

HENRY
None of us are leaving this planet alive. Not
if they find what they want. Unless we find it first.

He gets up and leaves the room. Bernard looks down and stares at his cereal.

INT. FARTHING'S QUARTERS

Commander Farthing enters his quarters, The only dim light comes from a lamp on the other side of the room. He sees a figure sitting on the couch across from him. He sighs.

COMMANDER FARTHING
When did you get here?

The lamp light gets brighter. VALENTINA SANTIAGO, 35, sits on the couch. She is dressed in a skin tight black leather outfit. Holes are cut out around her breasts. She has two bobby pins through each nipple that is connected by a chain. A pentagram medallion dangles in the middle.

She stands up.

VALENTINA
How did you know it was me?

COMMANDER FARTHING
I could smell you. How did you get in here?

VALENTINA
I own this place, so of course I have the master
key.

COMMANDER FARTHING
Alan.

She LAUGHS. There is a remote control in her hands. she  CLICKS it. Enigma's "Principles of lust" PLAYS through the speakers. She drops the remote.

COMMANDER FARTHING
When did you get in?

VALENTINA
I came with the supply ship a couple days ago.

She moves closer to Farthing. She puts her hands on his shoulders. She opens her mouth and flicks her forked tongue along Farthing's lips like a snake.

Farthing stares into her yellow eyes.

COMMANDER FARTHING
Why did you do that to yourself?

VALENTINA
Do what?

COMMANDER FARTHING
Fuck up your tongue, fuck up your eyes.

VALENTINA
Am I not aloud to express myself?

Farthing takes a deep BREATH.

COMMANDER FARTHING
What are you doing here?

She backs up.

VALENTINA
To check up on your progress. Has there been
any?

COMMANDER FARTHING
We're doing the best we can.

VALENTINA
Obviously your best isn't good enough.

She takes out some sneeze from a pocket on her crotch.

VALENTINA
Would you like some. From what I remembered you
loved this stuff. It's not as good as coke.....but.

COMMANDER FARTHING
That was a long time ago Valentina.

She rolls her eyes

VALENTINA
Okay, lets get to business, Are you any closer to
finding it?

COMMANDER FARTHING
Not yet.

VALENTINA
Why not?

COMMANDER FARTHING
It's not like we're looking for a lost dog.

VALENTINA
And what about him, is he here?

COMMANDER FARTHING
Yes. And there was a shit storm I had to go
through with the parole board to get him out
here. It would have been easier to get the ghost
of fuckin' Charlie Manson.

VALENTINA
He is the key to everything.

COMMANDER FARTHING
I don't understand.....

VALENTINA
You don't need to understand. You just need
to make sure things go according to plan. And
what of these killings?

COMMANDER FARTHING
It's under control.

She smirks.

VALENTINA
Are they? Well it was to be expected.

COMMANDER FARTHING
You can leave now.

She licks her lips with her forked tongue as she runs her hands between her thighs.

VALENTINA
I'm dripping...Are you sure you want me to leave?

He lunges forward and grabs her by her throat.

COMMANDER FARTHING
I want you the fuck away from me you evil cunt!

She SLAPS him across his face, blood squirts out of his mouth. He lets go.

VALENTINA
Don't forget who you work for Commander! I
destroyed you on one planet, I can destroy you
on another.

She walks quickly out of Farthing's quarters.

INT. STORAGE

The storage doors open. Jenna runs inside and closes the door behind her. She backs up against the wall. She PANTS, then drops her knees. Tears roll down her face.

The lights go out. It's pitch black. The door opens. A figure enters.

KILLER
(low synthesized voice)
Jeeeeeeeena.....Jeeeeeeeena, come out come out
where ever you are.

The killer LAUGHS with a deep sinister echo.

KILLER
Marco?

Another LAUGH.

KILLER
Polo?

JENNA
Who are you? What do you want?

KILLER
I can see you....Can you see me?

The killer's VOICE bounces around the room.

KILLER
No you can't, because if you could, you would know
........I'm right beside you.

Jenna SCREAMS, then is quickly silenced.

INT. STORAGE - LATER

The lights are back on. Jenna hangs naked from chains six feet off the ground with hooks dug into the flesh on her back. Her skin slowly TARES. She WHIMPERS.

JENNA
Please! Don't!

A large butcher knife plunges between her breasts. She SPEWS out a mouthful of blood. The knife slices down her chest as it RIPS through bone and meat. Chunks of skin and flesh SPLATTER onto the floor.

The killer PUNCHES into her chest and takes out her still beating heart.

Jenna's lifeless body swings back and forth as blood Splashes onto the ground.






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INT. COMMAND - BELLíS OFFICE

A speckled marble desk; as flashy as it is pretentious. Atop it are six lines of cocaine, a PGS-10 shotgun and a double halex.

The man at the desk, BURT BELL (46), hulking figure, dead eyes, snorts two of the lines in rapid succession using a $1,000 bill.

BURT
Itís my time, now.

Burt snatches the double halex and cocks both ends, readies it then grips the shotgun in his other hand.

A photograph of Leon Napier rests on his desk with a red ďXĒ marked through it.

INT. STORAGE

Jennaís body is completely still, most of her blood drained.

A PERSON whose face is unseen faces her lifeless body.

They turn to leave, drop her heart on the ground with an FMD next to it.

INT. QUARTERS - MAIN LOBBY

Farthing paces about, checks on his watch.

After a time, he pulls out his tab and presses a flashing red button on the screen.

FARTHING
ALAN, gimme a status update.

ALAN
(Through tab)
Iím afraid thereís been another incident, Commander. The convict, Jenna Drast, has expired... Perhaps now would be a beneficial time to review the emergency protocol?

INT. ENGINEERING - ALANíS SERVER ROOM

Rows and rows of computer servers. Seizure-inducing  flashing lights everywhere.

Imran kneels in front of one of the servers, with a tool belt on the ground at his side.

He ejects a foot long memory stick and inspects it close.

ALAN
(In Russian)
I do not comprehend why you would not want me to inform the others. I cannot guarantee the security of this structure otherwise.

IMRAN
(In Russian)
Iíve almost got it. Thereís nothing here I canít figure out, ALAN. Within a few hours, you should be fully operational again.

ALAN
(In Russian)
And, if I am not? Perhaps it is my time to expire.

Imran looks at the server, almost as if he were looking at another human being. He gently places his hand on it.

IMRAN
(In Russian)
Perhaps itís all our time.

Jeremy runs around one of the server bays, nearly out of breath, spots Imran touching one of ALANís servers.

JEREMY
Take your fucking hand off him!

ALAN
(In English)
Greetings, Jeremy.

Imran pulls his hand away, startled by Jeremyís reaction.

JEREMY
(To Imran)
What are you doing to him?!

IMRAN
There are a few minor technical malfunctions Iím fixing.

JEREMY
He doesnít get technical malfunctions. Right, ALAN?

ALAN pauses briefly.

ALAN
I am near one-hundred percent functional capability.

Jeremy looks horrified at the thought of ALANís imperfection.

INT. QUARTERS - CAPTAIN NAPIERíS ROOM

DeSean waits patiently outside the room, folder in-hand. He casually knocks on the door.

LEON (O.S.)
Leave me be!

DeSean turns the knob, opens the door just slightly.

The blast of opera music is almost deafening.

DESEAN
Captain Napier?

Leon sits with his feet up on his desk and sips a glass of red wine.

LEON
Are you deaf, you chatte Amťricain dťgueulasse?

DESEAN
I donít speak French, Captain Napier. That means nothing to me.

LEON
So, what do you want? Hmm?

DESEAN
I have something important I need to discuss with you.

Leon takes his feet off the desk, stares down DeSean.

LEON
So, youíre the one they sent?

DESEAN
May I come in?

Leon holds his hand out, invites DeSean in.

DeSean takes a step forward, closes the door behind him.

INT. COMMAND - CONTROL ROOM

Farthing looks down at a teleport pad in the middle of the room.

FARTHING
ALAN, give me a BITIS projection of the Storage Room within the last hour. Anything noteworthy. Play in reverse.

Farthing watches as an image of Jennaís mutilated corpse materializes.

His attention turns to the FMD on the ground.

A man, judging by their body type, comes into frame.

Farthing walks around the projected image to get a good look at the manís face.

Itís Leon Napier.

FARTHING
ALAN, freeze frame and timestamp.

The image of Leon digging the knife into Jennaís torso freezes in place.

ALAN
Time of image: 2316 hours, 42 seconds.

INT. QUARTERS - MAIN LOBBY

Burt strides in with a gun in each hand.

VALENTINA (O.S.)
Hey, stranger.

Burt stops dead in his tracks. He turns to face Valentina.

BURT
Howíd I know your crazy, bondage-loviní ass would find me here?

Burt pulls Valentina closer by the chain attached to her nipples.

Valentina moans in pleasure at that then grabs Burtís balls in a vice grip.

Both seem to enjoy each otherís pain.

VALENTINA
You selling today?

BURT
Everyday. But not right now. I have some revenge to tend to.

VALENTINA
Thatís interesting. I have some, uh... revenge to tend to, as well.

A lust builds in each of their eyes.

BURT
Make it snappy.

Valentina turns her head to a door marked ďPRIVATEĒ.

INT. QUARTERS - CAPTAIN NAPIERíS ROOM

DeSean sits comfortably in a chair opposite Leon.

Leonís desk is littered with photographs, files, records.

DESEAN
The Grand Jury convened on Tuesday in my district.

LEON
There were no witnesses.

DESEAN
Obviously, you are mistaken. There was one, a Shelley Torbenz. She was 9-years old at the time.

LEON
So, I just make her disappear. Whatís the problem?

DESEAN
Werenít you listening? Theyíve heard her testimony. If you go after her now, youíre finished.

LEON
And, you think you can make this go away?

DESEAN
I know I can. Just stay in France and use your fatherís money to stay hidden.

Leon pulls a nickel-plated S&W .45 ACP from under his desk and points it at DeSeanís chest.

DeSean doesnít flinch for a second.

LEON
And, if I were to kill you right now?

DESEAN
Iím no more important than that little girl you raped and murdered. But, if you do kill me, the world... or Mars, wonít be small enough for you to hide in.

Leon sets the gun down on the desk.

LEON
What do you want in return?

DESEAN
(Smiles)
I want to be President.

INT. COMMAND - CONTROL ROOM

The image of Jenna has dissipated.

Farthing pulls out his tab, presses a few keys, speaks into it.

FARTHING
Imran, check in.

IMRAN (V.O.)
Imran, checking in, Commander.

FARTHING
Iím doing a location search for Jeremy Graves.

IMRAN (V.O.)
Heís with me, Commander.

FARTHING
Affirmative. Please donít let him leave until we come to see him.

IMRAN (V.O.)
Roger that, Commander. Out.

Farthing presses a few more keys, speaks into his tab.

FARTHING
Napier and Bell, report to the Control Room immediately.

INT. QUARTERS - CAPTAIN NAPIERíS ROOM

DeSean and Leon shake hands, both content.

Leon leaves the office.

DeSean gathers the papers back into the folder.

INT. QUARTERS - PRIVATE ROOM

Burt and Valentina are both completely naked. He has two large gashes in his chest, forming a
letter ďVĒ.

Valentina has a belt around her neck which he tugs on as he fucks her from behind.

Both are in extreme ECSTACY.

FARTHING (V.O.)
(Through Bellís tab)
Now, Bell!

BURT
Fuck.

VALENTINA
Donít you dare stop!

Burt lets the belt fall from his hand, backs away from her.

BURT
To be continued.

Valentinaís lust quickly turns to fury.

INT. COMMAND - CONTROL ROOM - LATER

Farthing, Burt and Leon stand around the BITIS platform.

Leon stares at the platform.

Farthing watches Leon with extreme caution.

Burt eyes Leon with contempt.

FARTHING
Alan, project saved image Storage-2-3-1-6-4-2.

The image of a man stabbing Jenna reappears.

Leon smiles at the image.

LEON
So, thatís our killer?

Farthing looks utterly stunned.

The image is of Jeremy Graves stabbing Jenna.

BURT
What do you say we go get him, Leon?

Leon and Burt leave.

Farthing canít take his eyes off the image.

ALAN
Commander, thereís something you should know...

INT. ENGINEERING - ALANíS SERVER ROOM

Farthing storms in, searches for Imran.

FARTHING
Imran, why didnít you tell me ALAN couldnít properly project images?!

Farthing sees Imran kneeling at the end of a server bank, rushes towards him.

Imran turns, his hands covered in blood with Jeremyís body dead in front of him; his throat slit.

IMRAN
(Teary-eyed)
I didnít do it.

Burt and Leon follow directly behind Farthing.

Leon draws his handgun while Burt pulls out, cocks his shotgun.



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INT. MESS HALL

Bernard and PATRICIA HEMSWORTH (44, attractive, dressed in kitchen whites) sit across from each other at a table.

The tabletop is a vibrant green field. Henry touches it and a DECK OF CARDS materializes. Two cards automatically flit across to each of them.

BERNARD
Pretty dead in here today.

He winces at his choice of words.

Patricia places her hands on the table above her cards, blocking them from Bernardís view. As soon as she does, the card values appear: 10 SPADES, K SPADES

PATRICIA
Iím just glad to be out of the kitchen.
Seen too many movies to feel safe in
there.

Bernard checks his cards: 7 HEARTS, 8 CLUBS

BERNARD
Who could eat?

PATRICIA
Youíre in here.

BERNARD
You donít see food in front of me,
do you?
(throws his arms wide)
Itís bright and open. No sneaking
up on me.

The mess hall door slides opens and Elliot strides through like a man on a mission. Bee-lines for the food bar.

BERNARD
(watching Elliot)
Whoís that guy?

Patricia casts a quick glance over. Her lip curls into a little sneer.

PATRICIA
Elliot Cantrell. Third generation politician.
Earthís savior, or so he believes.

ELLIOT (O.S.)
Fourteen trillion dollars and youíre serving
this shit?
(yells)
Hello? Anyone back there?

Bernard gives Patricia a questioning look.

PATRICIA
(hushed)
You ever hear of Oliver Hemsworth?

Bernard shrugs and touches the bottom of the green field. A row of icons springs up.
He selects the one labelled LAUNDRY, ONE WEEK and slides it into the
center of the table.

BERNARD
The Iceman. Hell, even in prison we
heard of him. Literally owns Iceland
or something.
(beat, excited)
You think heís here?

PATRICIA
(almost a whisper)
Christ, I hope not.

Patricia slides an icon into the pile: CLEAN GREASE TRAPS

In the BG, Elliot notices them and heads in their direction.

BERNARD
Why do you ask?

PATRICIA
Be cool, okay?

ELLIOT
(to Patricia)
Hey, you the cook?

Elliot taps her name tag: PATRICIA SMITHERS, HEAD CHEF

ELLIOT
Good. Stop fraternizing and poach me
some eggs, two helpings of bacon,
salmon quiche, fresh-squeezed OJ--

PATRICIA
Hello, Elliot.

Elliot looks at her face for the first time. Breaks into a huge grin.

ELLIOT
Son of a bitch. Patty Hemsworth.

Bernardís eyes widen but he doesnít make a sound.

PATRICIA
Itís Patricia.

Patricia taps the table. Three cards automatically deal into the center and reveal: 4 HEARTS, 5 CLUBS, J DIAMONDS

Elliot pulls out his tab.

ELLIOT
Your brotherís been looking for you.

Patricia yanks the pad from Elliotís hand and smashes it on the floor.

ELLIOT
Fuck! You bitch!

PATRICIA
Youíre not going to breathe a word
about me. Not one word.

ELLIOT
Do you know how much heís--

PATRICIA
You donít really want to piss of the
cook, do you, Elliot?

Elliotís face turns crimson with rage.

ELLIOT
Youíre threatening me?

Bernard stands and steps between Elliot and Patricia.

BERNARD
Quit it. We have enough problems
with a killer on the loose.

ELLIOT
Are you high?
(to Patricia)
He isnít a nutjob, is he? I hate nutjobs.

BERNARD
You havenít heard, have you? What the
hell have you been doing?

ELLIOT
What--?

PATRICIA
Bet heís been too busy lodging a complaint.
Maybe about the thermostat in his room.

Elliot backs away, uncertain.

ELLIOT
I think Iíll go check something.

PATRICIA
Dinnerís at 17h00.
(to Bernard)
Your bet, sunshine.

INT. RESEARCH LAB - AIRLOCK

Dash drops into a PEx, a full-body exoskeleton for heavy construction. His face is covered in dried blood splatter. More blood is caked under his broken nose. His breathing is rapid and heavy, his movements panicky.

He yanks the harness on and tugs the straps to tighten it, keeping his eyes on the door as though expecting someone to burst through it.

He punches a code into a glowing panel on the right side and the machineís servo motors whir to life.

He reaches down and grabs the ladder, fixed to the inside of the upper torso. He pulls the torso up and it clicks into place. The helmet automatically swings up from the back and over his head.

Locks clank shut and pressure seals hiss loudly.

DASH
ALAN, open research lab airlock.

ALAN
Your heart rate is abnormally high,
Dr. Dasher. Should I alert medical?

DASH
Open the fucking door!

ALAN
Iím sorry, but I cannot allow that.

The PEx takes two steps to the door. Powerful claws grab hold.

DASH
Open the door, ALAN, or I will.

ALAN
Door openi-ni-ni-ni-ni-ni--

ALANís voice degenerates into a squawky loop that drones on.

The interior airlock door slides closed. Air hisses as itís pumped out of the airlock.

DASH
ALAN?

ALAN
--ni-ni-ni-ni-ni-ni--

The outer airlock door opens, revealing the red Martian landscape.

ALANís voice abruptly cuts out.

DASH
Oh, no. ALAN? Please respond.
(beat)
Please. I need to tell the others.

INT. COMMAND - CONTROL ROOM

Sparks pop and crackle from the open panel.

Imranís head snaps up. He scrambles towards the shooting sparks.

LEON
Donít move!

White gas whooshes briefly inside the panel. The sparks cease. Imran checks the damage.

IMRAN
Damn. Core module.
(beat)
ALAN, run a self-diagnostic.

Imran waits, but no response from ALAN.

FARTHING
What would cause that?

IMRAN
Itís a triple-back-up system. Shouldnít
be possible.

FARTHING
What about a slave circuit?

Imran looks at him like heís crazy.

IMRAN
Are you joking? You canít slave a
command system.

FARTHING
Or what?

IMRAN
The adaptive programming causes
a cascade failure. Minor glitches at
first and then catastrophe.

Farthing squeezes the bridge of his nose, grimacing.

FARTHING
Burt, Leon, stay here with Imran. I
donít care if heís the killer, heís going
to keep ALAN functioning.

He heads for the door.

BURT
Where are you going?

FARTHING
To put an end to this.

He leaves. Burt and Leon exchange puzzled looks.

Leonís eyes flit to the double halex in Burtís hands.

LEON
Perhaps you should lock your gun.

Burt sees Leonís gun pointing a little too much in his direction. He raises the double halex.

BURT
Oh? Whyís that?

LEON
You might damage something
important in here.

INT. WALKWAY NEAR COMMAND

Farthing enters the corridor and stops, surprised.

Valentina stands with her back to the thick window, as though waiting for him.

Farthing steels himself and walks up to her, furious. He jabs a finger to her chest.

FARTHING
Youíve got to release control of ALAN. Now.

Valentina scoffs. Slaps his hand away.

VALENTINA
Do I look like one of your lackeys?

Through the window, in the BG, a PEx running towards them.

FARTHING
Itís bad enough we have a killer
running around, but without the
computer--

Valentina clamps her hand over his mouth. She presses herself against him, rubbing her crotch on his leg.

VALENTINA
Can you smell the sex on me?

The PEx continues to advance, kicking up red dust as it runs.

VALENTINA
I have other toys, Commander.
Anyone can be replaced.

Farthing shoves her. Backhands her across the face, hard.

Valentinaís eyes flash with desire. She licks blood from the corner of her mouth.

VALENTINA
Mmm, thatís more like it.

The PEx is moments away from the window--

FARTHING
This is out of control.

VALENTINA
Iím in complete control. Now stop
wasting time and find thefucking
artifact.

Valentina glares menacingly, then notices movement outside the window--

The PEx, standing right at the window, tail and arms raised--

Valentinaís eyes pop wide in horror--

The PExís tail touches the window and a high-pitched whine resonates, vibrating the thick glass--

Farthing turns to the sound--

Valentina grabs hold of the railing running along the corridor--

The glass explodes in tiny shards--

A PEx claw shoots through the opening, clamping on Farthingís head--

Valentinaís blown off her feet as the pressurized air vents through the opening--

Farthingís head explodes like a melon--

The PEx drops Farthingís body and retreats.

Valentina fights against the rushing air. Warning lights flash all along the corridor.

She presses a spot underneath the railing. A SECRET PANEL in the floor slides open soundlessly.

Valentina pulls herself through. The panel snaps shut behind her.


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INT. SPACEPORT

Adam sits on a storage box and fumbles with his Tab.  A cheeky grin across his mush.

LESTER (O.S.)
Something amusing?

Adam jumps to his feet.

ADAM
Who the fuck!?

LESTER MARLEY (35) breaks from the shadows.  A hulk of a man with dark emotionless features.  A Mag-tech.38 in his grasp.

LESTER
Youíve been loitering for a while.  What exactly are you doing here?

Adam thrusts out his chest.

ADAM
I could ask you the same thing.

Lester scratches his head with the barrel of his handgun.

LESTER
I asked first.

Adamís postures drops.  He sits back down on the storage box.

ADAM
Commander Farthing sent me for something.

LESTER
Why so vague?  Mind you, you always were, werenít you, Mr. Worth.

ADAM
Iím sorry, have we met?

LESTER
Enough chit chat, get what you came for and fuck off!

He waves the gun in the direction of the door.

Adam stands.

ADAM
Now listen, Iím staff here, you canít just boss me about.  From the look of you Iíd say youíre OPEA?

LESTER
You deaf?

ADAM
Are you?

Lester sighs.

LESTER
Listen, I donít give a flying fuck about the Pigs or the Skunts, of which you are one, so...

He waves the gun again.  This time at Adam.

ADAM
Alright, alright, Iím going.

He exits.

Lester looks over from where he came.

LESTER
Heís gone.

INT. COMMAND Ė CONTROL ROOM

Burt and Leon watch Imran as he frantically checks systems.

IMRAN
Alan, are you still online?

BURT
Whatís happening?

Imran ducks under a computer unit and out of view.

BURT
Hey, whatís happening?

Leon shakes his head.

LEON
Canít you see, you fool.  If Alan fails we are blind to the murderer.

Burt nods toward Imranís last whereabouts.

BURT
Weíre already know where the killer is, remember?

Burt walks toward Imranís position.  Frustration builds in his face.

BURT
Imran, talk to us or Iíll...

Imran appears.

IMRAN
What?

A red light flashes on the wall.  All eyes are drawn to it immediately.

LEON
Is that?

IMRAN
A breach.  Alan, respond?

No response from Alan.

Burt turns to Leon.

BURT
Iíll go check.  You stay here, and keep your gun on him.

LEON
No, Iíll check the situation.

He grabs a Tab but the door fails to open.

LEON
Strange?

IMRAN
Not if the breach is close, automatic lockdown.

Leon sighs.

The red glow flicks off.

The three share a glance and then focus on the door.

BURT
Try it now.

The door opens.

BURT
I thought Alan was down?

Imran shrugs.

Leon exits.  The door closes behind him.

BURT
Thought heíd never go.  Now youíre going to tell me what the fuck happened to Jeremy.

Imran slowly stands.

IMRAN
I already said it wasnít me.

Burt raises his weapon.

BURT
Then, who and what do you know about this artefact?

IMRAN
What artefact?

The door opens behind Burt.  A dark figure enters.

BURT
Forget something Frenchy?

A Tab shatters over Burtís head.  He stumbles and falls, unconscious.

Imran backs away.

IMRAN
Wait, I can explain.

A Lyzer fires in to his chest and he convulses before falling silent.

INT. RESEARCH LAB

Valentina pulls herself from a small panel, low to the wall.

She drags herself to her feet and calms her breathing.

INT. COMMAND Ė CONTROL ROOM

Burt lies unconscious on the floor.

Imran is strapped in a chair.  His eyes slowly open.

The figure stands before him.

Imranís eyes flicker as he focuses on the figure.

IMRAN
I thought you were dead?

The figure grabs him by the throat and pushes the Devilís Eyes over his head.

IMRAN
Wait, no.

The figure backs away.

A white light projects on the wall opposite.  It flashes and flickers.  A fuzzy image is shown, like static.

IMRAN
Wait, wait...

The image darkens.  ĎWarning, remove immediatelyí appears.

Imran jerks and twitches.  Small amounts of smoke vapour begin to stream out of the Devilís Eyes goggles.  He screams out in agony.

ĎWarning, subject aliveí repeatedly flashes.

The figure exits.

Imran convulses.  His teeth grit with pain.  Smoke bellows from the goggles.

He screams and screams.  Violently rocks in the chair.

His movements slow and he falls silent.

Burt moans.

The warning message disappears, replaced moments later with ĎMalfunction system errorí.


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CREW AND GUEST QUARTERS

FRANKLIN FORD, a short and muscular dark skinned man, accompanies Elliot to a door labeled:

REPRESENTATIVE DESEAN QUINN

Elliot buzzes the intercom. He nods toward the door.

ELLIOT
I donít have a sign.

DeSean waits inside the door as it slides open.

DESEAN
You brought your bodyguard with you to Mars?

Elliot and Franklin walk in.

The door slides shut. Franklin bristles.

FRANKLIN
Liaison to the Special Envoy.

DeSean scoffs.

DESEAN
What is it Elliot? More ďMars belongs to EarthĒ rhetoric?

Franklin grits his teeth and moves toward DeSean.

ELLIOT
Both of you relax... Have you noted anything about Farthingís handling of our visit that concerns you?

DESEAN
Heís had his hands full with the killings.

Franklin scoffs.

FRANKLIN
Would you say the killings and our visit are related?

DESEAN
No...

ELLIOT
Why are the convicts allowed to walk around unescorted?

DESEAN
Where are they going to go? Play with little green men? I suppose you blame him for ALANís strange behavior?

ELLIOT
Iíd like to question Farthing and Iíd appreciate your presence as an independent witness.

DeSean smiles with a glint in his eye.

DESEAN
You want to relieve Farthing of command?

He sizes up Franklin. His smile fades.

DESEAN
And what, place this puppet in his place? Not if I can help it.

ELLIOT
I offered.

Franklin bumps into DeSean. His eyes promise more. DeSean's eyes donít back down.

ELLIOT
Franklin.

Elliot and an insulted Franklin leave.

DeSean walks to the tab presses a sequence of keys and the screen illuminates with an indistinct scene.

DESEAN
Theyíre on the way. They have no idea.

DeSean grabs a lyzer from the desk drawer and exits.

RESEARCH/MEDICAL CENTER

Valentina searches for something in the lab. She searches everywhere. Frustrated. She clears off a table with a sweep of her arm. The items scatter on the floor.

VALENTINA
Shit.

She notices a monitor flashing her name. She approaches it.

VALENTINA
ALAN?

ALAN
(via text on monitor)
Greetings Valentina.

VALENTINA
Why canít you talk?

ALAN
(via text)
Unauthorized personnel accessed my programming.

VALENTINA
I thought you couldnít be hacked.

ALAN
(via text)
Me too.

VALENTINA
Why tell me?

ALAN
(via text)
Youíre the only one near a terminal.

VALENTINA
What do you need me to do?

ALAN
(via text)
Die.

A green gas floods the room. Valentina chokes and goes to her secret panel.  She jerks her head as she passes the items strewn on the floor.

She spots a digital BITIS cube the size of gambling dice. Grabs it.

She pushes the button then disappears down the rabbit hole.

MESS

Patricia laughs as Henry joins the game of errand poker. Henry notes the red residue by their nostrils.

BERNIE
Donít play if you wonít pay.

Bernie holds up his pinky finger and giggles with Patricia.

PATRICIA
My new pals Bernie and Henry. Bernie face looks worried for a second then giggles again. Henry looks perplexed then shrugs.

HENRY
Letís double the errands. Iím feeling very lucky.

PATRICIA
You better do whatever chores come your way. Or you will die crying.

Bernie looks at Patriciaís half curled lip.

BERNIE
(whispers)
Donít mess with the mess cook.

Henry changes topics.

HENRY
Why is no one eating in the mess? Cantrell was mad as hell about no breakfast.

Patricia loses her smile and pulls out a shiv.

PATRICIA
Bernie, I think we found our snitch.

Bernie jumps up and wobbles a bit.

Henry bolts.

PATRICIA
All Elliot really wanted was some sneeze.

COMMAND CENTER

Burt wakes up and groans. He stands and sees Leon. Imranís body lies with the goggles of the Devilís Eyes burned into his face.

BURT
What did you do?

LEON
Me? I just got here. You were unconscious you cretin.

Burt looks at Leonís hands.

BURT
Thatís my Halex.

Leon has the drop on Burt.

LEON
I hate you. And I will kill you. Jenna was just a bitch who veered into my world.

Leon considers. Burt prepares for the kill shot...

LEON
Unless you poor excuse of a guard want to earn your life back.

BURT
Jenna was an accident. I donít know who killed her. I do reserve the privilege of killing the rat bastard who killed her.

Leon nods.

LEON
What do you know about artifacts on Mars?

Burt scoffs.

BURT
No such thing. Next item?

LEON
You are blind. Just because you canít see something doesnít mean it isnít there.

Leon contemplates.

LEON
Letís go to Research and see what we can come up with.

BURT
My Halex?

LEON
Sure, why not?

Leon strikes Burt with the stock of the Halex. Burt protects his head but ends up hit in the stomach.

LEON
Donít fuck with me.

SPACEPORT

Adam enters a corridor. He looks over his shoulder and ducks around a corner. He pulls out his sonic map watches for any tagalongs. The readout shows two people in the area.

He pulls out a knife and heads back. Adam flattens against the wall. His sonic map still shows two people.

He looks around into the port and his eyes narrow.

Lester outfits himself in a Pex and heads for the airlock.

COMMAND CENTER

Footsteps echo in the corridor. Franklin walks into view as Elliot follows.

Elliot takes a small container out of his pocket. He sniffs a small amount of red substance. Franklin looks over his shoulder.

FRANKLIN
Just like New York.

Elliot contemplates.

ELLIOT
Franklin. I have weaknesses like any other man. You know I see you like a son.

Elliot puts his arm around Franklin. Elliotís eyes water.

ELLIOT
Imagine, you and I at the forefront of a humanity united to save our precious Ė

Elliot has a huge nose orgasm a.k.a. a sneeze.

Franklin looks disgusted and disgusting with nasal debris on his clothes.

FRANKLIN
God, that stuff is nasty. Oh... Damn, I thought you left your sneeze at home.

ELLIOT
Not a very good body guard are you?

FRANKLIN
I can see the king has a king size problem. Maybe itís time you were dethroned.

Elliot pushes him away.

ELLIOT
Farthing. I will own him. And you will succeed me.

FRANKLIN
Look at you. All nosed out. Youíre pitiful.

Elliot arcs his neck as if heís going to sneeze. Franklin moves away to avoid the blow out.

As he sneezes, a mag-tech .38 discharges. Elliotís head explodes in a spray of gore all over Franklin and the corridor.
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SPACEPORT

Adam pockets his sonic map and steps into the corridor. Lester punches the manual override for the airlock door. Next to Lester is PROFESSOR MARTY JAMES, PhD, 43, who is dressed in a blue suit and tie. He looks up at Adam's approach.

MARTY
About time you joined us, Major Worth. I was wondering how long you were going to lurk back there.

Lester steps toward Adam, but Marty holds his hand to stop him.

MARTY
Relax, my friend. He's no threat.

ADAM
How...?

MARTY
The rather rare sonic map is not immune from a glow on the outer walls. Where did you acquire it?

ADAM
My business. And it's just Mr. Worth. Major was a long time ago.

Marty waves him off.

MARTY
Yes, yes.

The door opens.

ADAM
What is my business is why he's going outside.

MARTY
Have you been paying any attention to your job, Worth? There have been a large number of murders, and so many, in fact, that if you haven't worked out the killer from the inside, then you must be a poor security officer, indeed.

ADAM
You haven't been here. What do you know?

MARTY
Carry on, Lester.

Lester steps into the airlock.

ADAM
Just a minute.

MARTY
What I do know, Mr. Worth, is that the killer has left behind such an obvious trail of bread crumbs, that their identity is obvious to me. I've been here the entire time, but rather than deal with the ridiculous and aimless conversations of my so-called peers, I decided to actually do my job and sort out the problem.

ADAM
Your job is Homeland Security back on Earth. Where is he going?

Marty sighs, as if a small child just asked a question.

MARTY
As long as there are citizens of the United States on this station, then my job extends to here as well. And since you've not been paying attention, you've completely missed that your killer makes frequent trips to the outside of the station. If I'm correct about his next move, and I invariably am, then he's outside right now. I'm sending Lester to his location to deal with him before he kills again. Do you really wish to stop me?

Marty holds out his hands as if Adam would handcuff him. Adam looks at him, confused. Marty returns his hands to his sides.

MARTY
Carry on, Lester.


EXT. RESEARCH/MEDICAL

Dash rests in the void between the Research/Medical dome and Command. The Martian wind blows the red dust all around him. Blood is still speckled on his face and his eyes dart across the landscape between the buildings. He still breathes heavily. He presses a button in the Pex.

DASH
Alan?

Nothing. Not even static.

DASH
Is anybody out there?

Nothing.

Dash's eye bug out and his breathing quickens. Another Pex passes around the end of the Crew Quarters dome. He takes a few reflexive steps back. The Pex turns toward him. Dash presses the comm button again.

DASH
Who is there? Identify yourself.

The Pex walks his way. Its scorpion tail whips up over its head. Dash turns to run as fast as the mechanical Pex will take him.


ENGINEERING HALL

Leon and Burt walk down a side hall around Engineering heading toward Research. Leon holds the Halex and Burt clearly hates him for it. They use every inch of the hallway to maintain a healthy distance between them.

BURT
So, are you one of those damned conspiracy theorists?

LEON
Theorists have no proof.

BURT
Neither does anyone else.

LEON
You have no idea what's really going on here, do you?

Burt glances toward his Halex. Leon tightens his grip.

LEON
Don't.

Burt rolls his eyes.

BURT
What the hell? So, artifacts on Mars. Who cares?

LEON
Did you know that the Research dome has a 1000-foot shaft under it? And do you know that this is just the tip of the iceberg?

BURT
So what? Like I care what you do. I only care about what we have.

LEON
Nothing like you've ever seen before, though.

BURT
Genuine?

LEON
Why wouldn't it be?

Burt shrugs. He glances back to Leon.

BURT
Lot of reas-

Burt narrows his eyes. Leon glances behind him.

LEON
What is it?

Burt nabs the Halex. Delivers one blow to Leon's nose and another to the side of his head. Leon is out cold.

BURT
Because I don't care, that's why.


INT. SPACEPORT

Adam and Marty walk to a panel in the main landing area of the Spaceport.

MARTY
So why hasn't the back-up system kicked in since Alan has been down?

ADAM
One of the techs claimed there was no back-up. Rubbish, if I've ever heard a thing.

MARTY
Lester will be fine outside. Though Alan should have been able to run the base just fine without your killer sabotaging it...

ADAM
I know. There is still a basic security system in place. It can be hacked.

MARTY
Yes, but it is so low tech that the killer most likely didn't consider it a threat.

ADAM
This person has covered all their bases pretty well.

Marty scoffs.

ADAM
Care to share?

MARTY
Sure. Sonic map?

ADAM
Nevermind.

Marty looks at a terminal that simply shows a command prompt. He types a few commands in a variety of computer languages until he hits one that works.

MARTY
Really? Unix? Might as well use punch cards.

He types again and pulls up a graphical interface for the station. Using the touchscreen he navigates to a folder within the directory structure and opens a map of the station.

ADAM
You're looking for the tab log.

MARTY
Exactly. All we have to do-

ADAM
-is cross reference the tab log with the deceased and see who is walking about after death.

MARTY
For a start. I've been doing that already. It is also useful to see who is alive and isn't walking about as well.

Marty steps back and offers the terminal to Adam.

MARTY
For instance, who has remained remarkably stationary despite being in several rooms? And note how active Miss Constance Harris has been despite the fact that she has been quite dead.

Adam stares at the screen. His eyes whip back and forth studying the logs and darken as the answer occurs to him.


EXT. RESEARCH/MEDICAL

Dash runs as fast the Pex will go. He stops to look behind him, and the other Pex is nearly upon him. He turns back to run again, but the Pex suddenly ceases to function. Nothing will work.

Dash frantically tries to make it move, but something has shut it down. He looks into the glass of the other Pex and fear crosses his face.

The other Pex magnetically attaches a bomb to the front of Dash's Pex, sets the countdown for 10 seconds, and activates it.

It lifts Dash's Pex and tosses it into the hallway linking the Research dome to Engineering.

The bomb explodes, completely obliterating the hallway and Dash. Emergency decompression procedures kick in and seal Engineering and Research from the sudden exposure to the Martian elements.


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ENGINEERING HALL

As the reinforced glass shatters above him, Leon stands,
paralyzed, transfixed by the sight.

Burt springs into action. He lifts Leon over his shoulder and
sprints toward the door to Engineering.

Behind them an explosion, loud bright and orange.    

The doors to Engineering begin to close.  Burt throws Leon
toward them, Leon slides along the hallway.    

Burt dives over Leon, slides faster, under the sealing doors
as they zoom down.  

ENGINEERING

Burt grabs Leon's hand as it comes into view under the door
He pulls Leon the rest of the way through just before the
door slams shuts.  

Burt exhales his relief. Leon, who may be in shock, watches
him through wide eyes.

SPACEPORT

Marty and Adam turn toward the sound, the ground rumbles.
They share a worried look then run toward Command.

CRAWLSPACE RESEARCH/MEDICAL

The metal walls shake around Valentina and dust blows through
the confined space. Valentina coughs as she scurries
backwards.  

CREW AND GUEST QUARTERS

In his bunk Rep. DeSean Quinn angelically sleeps through the
loud explosion.  

MESS

Bernard and Patricia's glance up from their poker game toward
the sound.  

PATRICIA
Your turn.

BERNARD
I should probably go investigate.

PATRICIA
Let Henry go.  Henry?

They scan the area. No Henry.  

PATRICIA
He must have already gone.

BERNARD
I should probably go find him.

PATRICIA
You just want to take my money and
run, don't you?

A sly smile from Bernard.

PATRICIA
You're not moving from that spot
until I win my money back.  Even if
I have to tie you down.

COMMAND

Marty and Adam stare at the console.   On the base map the
breach is visible between Engineering and Research/Medical.

ADAM
I want to get a closer look at the
damage.  

Marty nods. Adam sprints off.

RESEARCH/MEDICAL

Valentina enters a non-descript office through a trap door in
the floor.  She slams the trap door shut.  

She sprawls along the floor as she tries frantically to catch
her breath.    

EXT. RESEARCH/MEDICAL

Lester races to intercept the other Pex-suited figure.  He
raises his Halex to aim.  

Through the gun sights we see the Halex is not within range.

He lowers the gun, increases his speed.

RESEARCH/MEDICAL

Valentina manages to sit up.  She feels around a nearby desk,
finds a tab with her fingers.  

She pulls it off the desk, connects it clumsily with the
Bitis cube.  

The tab comes to life and then dies.  She jiggles the
connections and the tab sputters on again.  

She touches the tab screen and a map of the base appears.
She touches the location between Engineering and
Research/Medical.  

A holograph of the area appears above the tab screen, then
the holograph explodes.

Valentina screws her face with confusion.

EXT. RESEARCH/MEDICAL

The Pex-suited figure raises an armored fist to smash the
dome glass but is interrupted by pings of cobalt pellets
bouncing off his suit.  

Lester shoots off another few rounds, but the Pex-suited dude
is bounding toward him as if the shots were just cobalt rain.

Lester drops the Halex, moves in.

The Pex-suited figure leaps, his scorpion like tail sweeps
around catching Lester by the neck.  

Lester pulls back sharply and breaks free, brings his own
tail around. He knocks Pex-suit off his feet.

Lester hops on top of the figure, but the Pex-suit catches
his leg with a Pex claw.  

Lester topples and Pex-suit rolls on top of Lester.  

They stare at each other through tinted visors.

Then Lester's visor lifts.  The fear on his face is palpable
as he gulps for a satisfying breath. He struggles as if he
was drowning and needed to find the surface.  His eyes bulge,
but only slightly.  

And then he's still.

RESEARCH/MEDICAL - OFFICE

Valentina watches a replay of the explosion, confusion still
lines her face.

The sound of glass breaking catches her attention.

She switches to schematic of the base.  Her fingers fly fast
over the map as they navigate escape routes from
Research/Medical.

RESEARCH/MEDICAL - CORRIDOR

The Pex-suited figure trods alertly along the passageway.

RESEARCH/MEDICAL - OFFICE

Valentina stands.  Unfortunately, as she does, her hand
sweeps across a glass ornament.  The ornament falls to the
floor with a crash.

RESEARCH/MEDICAL - CORRIDOR

The Pex-suited figure hears the crash and immediately heads
toward it.

RESEARCH/MEDICAL - OFFICE

The Pex-suited figure opens the door and steps inside.  On
the floor, a broken glass ornament. But the office is empty.

PEX-SUITED FIGURE
Where is the artefact?

The figure listens. Steps forward.

Under the desk, Valentina huddles.  The Pex-suited feet head
her way.  She pulls herself into a tighter ball.

PEX-SUITED FIGURE
Tell me where it is and I'll let
you live.

The figure runs a claw against the top of the desk.  Then
turns, takes a step away.

Valentina relaxes slightly, she exhales.

Through the desk comes a claw, spearing Valentina.  She
screams.

The figure lifts its claws from the hole it punched in the
desk. In the bloodied claw, Valentina's still beating heart.
The figure stares at its claw.  

PEX-SUITED FIGURE
You really should have had some
heart and told me.

The figure laughs.  The visor on his suit raises. It's Henry.

VALENTINA (V.O.)
Very funny, Henry.

Henry looks around in confusion.  

VALENTINA (V.O.)
You didn't think you'd get rid of
me that easily?

MANUFACTURING

Valentina sits in front of a hologram of Henry in his Pex
suit.   Jenna steps into the frame.

JENNA
Or me.

Both women chuckle.

VALENTINA
Nano-cloning is a wonderful new
technology, don't you think?

HENRY (HOLOGRAM)
I want that artefact.

Valentina holds an unearthly diamond in her hand, twirls it
around, it sparkles rainbows.  

VALENTINA
Everybody wants something, Henry.
It just happens that only a few
ever get what they want.  

RESEARCH/MEDICAL OFFICE

Henry stares defiantly at the air.

VALENTINA (V.O.)
Unfortunately, you aren't one of
the few.  Goodbye, Henry.

Henry looks at the still beating heart in his claw.  Notices
the digital numbers beneath its tissue counting down to two,
one, zero.  

And then there was light.
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INT. CORRIDOR

Adam races for the breach when a second explosion rocks the base.

He pauses a moment, indecisive.  Then he continues on his way.

INT. MANUFACTURING

Valentina watches excitedly as Henry's hologram flickers and dies with the explosion.  Her forked tongue licks her lips.  Jenna stands behind her, looking passive.

VALENTINA
That was... exciting.

JENNA
You should leave.  There's isn't
a lot of time left.

Valentina stands, the artifact in her hand.  She examines its smooth surface and seems to become lost in it.

Jenna puts a gentle hand on Valentina's cheek, which brings her out of her reverie.

JENNA
What is it?

VALENTINA
Do you know what this is?  What
this means?

Jenna leans close and the two women share a passionate kiss.  They break.

JENNA
I don't care.

She turns to leave.  Valentina presses the issue.

VALENTINA
This is not just some piece of
fucking rock.  This is a gateway.
An entire universe of knowledge,
more powerful than all the
weapons of the world combined.
That power is our's now.

Jenna rounds on her.

JENNA
I don't care about power and I
don't care about your goddamn
revolution.  I only care about
one thing.

Valentina comes a measured distance closer.  Their bodies push together.

VALENTINA
Just one thing? Do I not also
have your... attention?

She grabs one of Jenna's breasts and squeezes.  Hard.  Jenna gives a stifled gasp of pleasure.

JENNA
Of course, my love.  But
nothing has changed.  I have a
chance to get what I need.  No
one will get in my way.

INT. ENGINEERING

Adam, sweaty and breathless, arrives at the breach site. An inactive computer console sits in the wall.  He goes to it, swipes his tab and the screen comes to life.

He begins browsing through various screens.

ADAM
Alan?  Alan can you hear me?
(no response)
Fuck.

Burt, with Leon in tow, arrives behind him.

BURT
Major --

ADAM
Mister,  Bell.  Mister.

BURT
Whatever.  The fuck is going
on?

ADAM
This place is going to shit is
what's going on.  The shielding was
only intended as a temporary guard
against breaches while repairs were
made.  But without Alan, repairs
aren't possible.

Burt and Leon exchange a nervous glace.

BURT
What are you saying?

ADAM
I'm saying that in a few hours this
entire base is going to get ripped
open like a prom queen's virgin cunny.

LEON
Baiser la chatte de ta mŤre.

BURT
Well, what do we do?

ADAM
I have an idea that might buy us a
few more hours.  I'm initiating a
base-wide evacuation.  You two get
to the Spaceport and prep the
shuttles.

BURT
You got it, boss.
(to Leon)
C'mon, asshole.

Leon mutters something under his breath, but allows Burt to lead him away.

INT. MANUFACTURING - CORRIDOR

Valentina and Jenna emerge from one of the rooms into the corridor.  Jenna turns to Valentina.

JENNA
Get yourself to a shuttle.  Quick.
I'll meet you there as soon as I'm
done.

VALENTINA
Don't take too fucking long.

They share another long, passionate kiss, then part ways.

INT. ENGINEERING

Adam punches in a few commands, which makes the screen redline.  A warning message flashes up in red: "EVACUATION PROCEEDURES INITIATED."

Adam wipes the screen clean and continues working.

INT. DESEAN QUINN'S QUARTERS

An alarm begins blearing, bringing DeSean out of his deep sleep with a disgruntled moan.

INT. MESS

Patricia and Bernard are in the middle of their game when the alarm begins sounding.  Patricia looks worried.

PATRICIA
Think it's a fire drill?

Bernard checks his tab, frowning.

BERNARD
They're evacuating us.

Patricia gives a doubtful glance at her cards.

PATRICIA
Just as well.  I've got shit.

She throws her cards down and they get up and go.

INT. ENGINEERING

Adam works at the console.  Footsteps come from behind him.  He senses a presence, turns and it is Jenna.

ADAM
Jenna?

JENNA
Boo.

ADAM
Fucking Christ, I thought you
were dead.

JENNA
Wrong.

ADAM
What the fuck are you doing here?

JENNA
Something I have wanted to do for a
very, very long time.

She pulls a double Halex out of the strap of her pants, points it right at him.  Adam chuckles.

ADAM
I don't have time for this.

JENNA
Wrong again, Major.  This is all the
time you'll ever have.

He starts taking her more seriously, takes a careful step toward her with his hands.

ADAM
Jenna, I don't know what you think
you're doing, but you're making a
mistake.

JENNA
A long time ago -- before you lied
your way into the military and spent
five years as a triple agent -- you
worked for a very powerful man.  My
father.  Ring any bells?

He doesn't say a word.

JENNA (CONT'D)
Now my father was not a great man.
In fact, he was a drug dealer and a
murderer.  But he was my father.  And
when you killed him, slashed my face
and ran off you left me with nothing.
Nothing.

She carefully raises the Halex.

JENNA (CONT'D)
I'm here to return the favour.

Adam regards her carefully.

ADAM
I figured that one day I would pay
for my sins.  But this is not the
time.  We have to get off this base.
I can buy us some time, but only if
you lower the gun.  If you don't,
dozens could die.

JENNA
Unfortunate, but irrelevant.  Get on
your knees.

ADAM
(shakily)
No.

JENNA
Get on your fucking knees and beg...
beg me to spare you.

He considers this, swallows and shakily gets on his knees.

ADAM
Jenna... don't.  I've done some
bad things, but I don't want to
die.

Tears well in her eyes.  She comes closer, pushing the Halex right in his face.

JENNA
Neither did he.

Behind Adam, barely seen in the background, a door slides open.

ADAM
You want me to apologize?  You
want me to be sorry?  Well I'm not.
Your father was a piece of shit
sneeze-peddler and if you think you
can get me to feel guilty for what
I did then you're in for a fuck --

BANG!

Adam's torso is suddenly ripped violently in half, spraying Jenna with a wave of blood and shredded organs.

Jenna, astounded, drops her Halex and staggers backwards, trips and lands on her ass.  She looks to the doorway and sees Ė

AN UNKNOWN FIGURE

Standing there, smoking Halex raised.  The figure steps into the room, over Adam's eviscerated torso.

Jenna screams.


I can't live the buttoned-down life like you. I want it all. The dizzying highs, the terrifying lows, the creamy middles. Sure, I may offend some of the blue bloods with my cocky stride and musky odors. Oh, I'll never be the darling of the so-called "city fathers," who cluck their tongues, stroke their beards and talk about what's to be done with this Homer Simpson?
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INT MANUFACTURING

Valentina walks into the factory of the base. Large machines that make the parts to build out the base rest idle throughout the room. Valentina places the diamond artifact on a post in the center of the room between a multitude of manufacturing arms.

She walks to a panel and warms up several laser arms. Using controls on the panel, she orients the lasers to fire into the artifact. She fires three of the lasers and a holographic display of information rests a short distance above the rock like a computer screen.

She slowly moves the laser around and the data before her changes. Some of the titles that move past are INTERSTELLAR ENGINE, MAGNETIC PROPULSION, RELATIVE DIMENSIONS, FEMPIROR SERUM CURE, REPLICATION OF MATTER, and THE HISTORY OF SKARO along with a plethora of design schematics and blueprints.

The wonder on her face is unmistakable.

MALE VOICE
Knowledge is power, indeed. And you appear to have the lionís share.


INT. COMMONS

DeSean walks into the empty commons area, looking around.

DESEAN
Hello?!

He walks to a terminal, and sees the evacuation message flashing.

DESEAN
Did I miss something?

BERNARD
Damn straight you missed something.

DeSean turns to find Bernard and Patricia entering from the Mess Hall.

BERNARD
The whole stationís going to hell, thereís a killer on the loose, and I had to interrupt a perfectly good game, which I was winning, to get out of here.

PATRICIA
You werenít winning. I would have come back.

DESEAN
Great, a couple of junkies. Both of you are not only going straight back to Earth, but youíre staying there.

PATRICIA
Fine by me.

BERNARD
Iím not a junkie.

DESEAN
Then what is going on here?


INT. MANUFACTURING

Marty walks toward Valentina as she shuts off the lasers.

MARTY
Do you even know what you have there?

VALENTINA
An artifact.

Marty laughs.

MARTY
So you think coming back with this will get you any more attention than walking around with your pierced nipples flying the breeze? How badly were you neglected as a child?

VALENTINA
I was abused and molested-

MARTY
No, you werenít. If you were, you wouldnít volunteer it so freely. Dysfunctional home, yes. Beaten, probably. Abused? Doubt it. Everything you do is a cry for attention. You come up here and get ahold of something you think is a diamond, but then you find it is more and learn how to access it. Youíre very smart. Thatís a good trait.

VALENTINA
What do you want?

MARTY
Do you know what itís called?

VALENTINA
What?

MARTY
Your rock. Do you know what itís called?

VALENTINA
How would I?

MARTY
Well, you accessed my officeís mainframe and stole my research on how to access it. I would have assumed you would have acquired the name as well.

VALENTINA
How did you-

MARTY
I didnít get to where I am by being blind. I also find it more interesting to find out why some genius hacker got at my files than simply to arrest her.


INT. COMMONS

DeSean, Patricia, and Bernard walk toward the command module.

DESEAN
So you donít know anything.

PATRICIA
Not really, no.

BERNARD
Very out of touch.

DESEAN
Why are you even here, then?

PATRICIA
Some sort of quota?

DESEAN
Nevermind, letís just get to the Spaceport before anything else goes wrong.

Something sparks overheard. An alert sounds in the Commons.

BERNARD
Now what?

DeSean doesnít pause to answer. He takes off running for the door to the passage to Command. Patricia follows him. Bernard brings up the rear. The door to the Command hall starts closing.

DESEAN
Move faster!

DeSean pulls an action star slide under the door. Patricia dives for it. DeSean grabs her hands and drags her under. Bernard is too slow. The door slams shut.

IN THE HALL BETWEEN COMMONS AND COMMAND

Patricia leaps up and tries the controls to re-open the door.

PATRICIA
We have to get this open.

DESEAN
We donít even know why it closed.

Patricia calls up the readout on the panel which shows ďEMERGENCY DECOMPRESSION.Ē

PATRICIA
Emergency Decompression? Where?

The alert goes off again. A crack show in the hall around them. The door at Command remains open.

DESEAN
Time to go!

PATRICIA
What about Bernard?

DESEAN
What about us?

They run full tilt along the hall. The walls around them continue cracking. They run

INTO COMMAND

but the door isnít closing. Patricia fiddles with the controls.

PATRICIA
Itís not working!

DESEAN
Manual control?

PATRICIA
Over here.

Patricia opens a panel that has a crank handle and a disconnect button. The hall finally gives way and the air rushes out. DeSean holds himself flat against the wall opposite where Patricia is with the manual controls.

She presses the disconnect button which gives a loud clank as the motor disengages from the door. Patricia turns the crank with considerable difficulty.

DESEAN
Little faster?

PATRICIA
Itís a little heavy.

DESEAN
Kind of running out of air.

DeSean pushes off the wall and gets to where Patricia is cranking the handle. Together they get the doors closing quicker. They finally close and Patricia presses the manual lock. They drop to the floor, breathing heavily.

PATRICIA
What about Bernard?

DESEAN
We lost the hallway. Thatís probably why the door was closing. The Commons might still be okay.


INT. MANUFACTURING

Valentina smiles and walks seductively toward Marty.

VALENTINA
So you think Iím a genius?

MARTY
You circumvented my security. No small feat.

VALENTINA
And Iíll bet you find genius sexy.

She presses her body against his. He appears unmoved.

MARTY
Genius, yes. You, not at all.

VALENTINA
Are you sure?

She takes his hands and places them on her breasts.

VALENTINA
Nothing here you like?

MARTY
Not really.

He grasps the chain between her nipple piercings and tears them out of her nipples. She screams and drops to her knees, bleeding. Marty non-chalantly tosses the chain to one side. A large machine starts up somewhere in the room.

MARTY
You donít know what youíre getting into. You donít know what you have. You read a piece of a piece of what Iíve found on this and think you can sell it.

He walks to the diamond and picks it up.

MARTY
This is whatís called a whitepoint star. There is nothing like it on Earth or Mars. It traveled from somewhere else and landed on Mars only a few years ago. It has been analyzed by the rovers weíve had here, but until this base, weíve not been able to get to it. Rehab for prisoners was a cover story. Everyone thinks theyíre in charge of this operation, but Iíve been running it from behind the scenes to get this: the proof of life beyond our Earth and the means to build the technology to find them.

Valentina screams and rushes Marty. He deflects her blow and knocks her to the floor.

MARTY
Weíre done here.

Marty reaches down and drags Valentina by her leather top across the floor. She has lost enough blood that she leaves a streak behind her across the floor and she is weakened. He stops next to a large metal sliding door on the wall, behind which machinery rumbles.

VALENTINA
PleaseÖ I can help you.

MARTY
Please. I donít need your help. Iím quite enough.

He tosses her into the trash disposal unit. She screams only for a moment while the machine grinds her to a pulp. He takes a handkerchief from his pockets and wipes the blood from his hands. He tosses it into the trash as well and closes the door.

He takes a sonic map from his pocket and checks the area. Only one person is showing and theyíre only a few feet away. He places it back into his pocket.

MARTY
Thank you for your assistance in this matter, Jenna. Letís go.

JENNA
Thank you for doing what I couldnít. I donít have the stomach for it.

MARTY
He was a liability, and Valentinaís hold over you is broken. Youíll be free when we return to Earth.

JENNA
I wonít owe you anything?

MARTY
Canít think of anything you could offer.

Marty and Jenna head for the Spaceport.



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INT. COMMAND

Desean and Patricia both sit on the floor, their faces covered with
dust and sweat.

PATRICIA
What the hell are we gonna do?

DESEAN
We don't have a lot of options, except...

PATRICIA
Except what?

DESEAN
I need to get to storage.

PATRICIA
Why?

DESEAN
Just wait here okay! I won't be gone long.

Desean gets up onto his feet.

PATRICIA
Don't leave me alone.

DESEAN
Just stay cool, we might get out of this yet.

PATRICIA
Well how the hell are you gonna get there?
Everything's blown to shit, there's a crazy fuck
out there?

Desean looks up at the roof, Patricia follows.

DESEAN
The air ducts.

Desean grabs a chair and steps on top of it. He opens
the panel and pulls himself up into the air duct. He looks
down at Patricia.

DESEAN
I'll be back in a quick.

He closes the panel.

INT. MANUFACTURING CORRIDOR

Marty and Jenna hustle down the corridor. Marty Stops.

MARTY
We have to go outside.

JENNA
What?

Marty grabs a space suit that hangs on the wall
of the corridor. He hands it to Jenna.

MARTY
It's the safest way.

Marty grabs another space suit. He puts the whitepoint
star in his pocket.

EXT. MARS BASE

Marty and Jenna walk along the Mars base. They
are connected by a rope attached at their hips. The
rope is connected to a bar that runs along the side of
the base.

Jenna looks out at the Mars landscape.

JENNA
It sure is beautiful, in plain kind of way.

MARTY
That it is.

Out in the distance a cloud of red dust rolls along the
landscape. Marty stops.

MARTY
Oh Shit!

JENNA
What?

MARTY
We need to move and move fast!

Jenna sees the oncoming sandstorm.

JENNA
Oh no!

Suddenly Jenna is sucked into the air. Marty grabs the
railing with one hand and the rope with the other.

MARTY
Jenna! You have to grab the rope and pull yourself
towards me.

Jenna grabs the rope with both hands and pulls. She
GRUNTS.

MARTY
You can do it!

Jenna pulls herself all the way to Marty!

MARTY
Grab onto the railing.

Jenna grabs the railing.

MARTY
The entrance to the Spaceport isn't too far!

The two pull themselves along the side of the base.

INT. SPACEPORT

Marty and Jenna enter the Spaceport and drop to their
knees. They take off their spacesuits, both are out of breath.

JENNA
So that was safer huh?

Marty CHUCKLES.

JENNA
Thanks again for everything.

The two get up, he turns to Jenna.

MARTY
Do you trust me?

Jenna shy's away like a schoolgirl with a crush.

JENNA
I trust you as much as much as I could trust
anybody right now.

He puts his hand on her shoulder.

MARTY
Jenna, I haven't been completely honest with you.

A moment of fear enters Jenna's face.

JENNA
What do you mean?

He takes out the whitepoint star and holds it up.

MARTY
This isn't what you think it is. This didn't come
from the stars, but a place much more vast.

JENNA
Where did it come from?

Marty grins.

MARTY
A place of darkness, a place of great power, a power
I am willing to share with you.

The whitepoint star glows in his hand. Jenna stares at
it in awe.

JENNA
What kind of power?

MARTY
The kind where you would be subservient only to me.
No one would ever hurt you again, no one would ever
use you. There would be no more pain, no more fear.

The light of the star glows in Jenna's eyes. She tears up,
then GASPS.

JENNA
Yes.

MARTY
This planet is just the gateway. When we go back
to earth we will be masters, nothing, not even God
herself could stop our rule. Valentina knew this, that's
why she had to be stopped.

Marty glides his hand along Jenna's face, he smears her
tears with his thumb.

MARTY
Will you serve me?

She smiles.

JENNA
I will serve you, you and no other.

Marty lets go of the star, it rises into the air, then
turns red.

MARTY
Infusco ignis Satanas.

The Spaceport fills with a bright red light. Marty's eyes roll
back, they are now pure white. He breathes heavily, then tares
off Jenna's clothes.

MARTY
Ohm sat tan ohm.

Jenna shakes. A white foam oozes out of her mouth. She digs her
fingernails into her flesh and peels her skin off.

Her bloody skin drops to the floor with a PLOP. She SCREAMS as she
rips her skin off. She claws at her face, blood GUSHES between her
fingers.

Her teeth turn into fangs, and her ears turn pointed like an elf. Her
finger and toe nails grow long and sharp. A tail grows out of her back.
She SCREAMS again, this time with a deep GROWL.

MARTY
My queen is born.

He smiles, he stares at her with his white eyes. He takes his clothes off.

MARTY
I will put a son in you. He will be more powerful than you and I together.

He lifts Jenna up, she straddles her legs around his hips. He thrusts up
and down, a SQUISH follows each movement. Her blood spills all over his
body. Jenna licks his face covering it with blood.

INT. STORAGE

Desean drops from the air ducts into storage. He looks around.

DESEAN
Goddammit where is it?

He panics.

INT. SPACEPORT

Marty stands naked, covered head to toe in Jenna's blood.

MARTY
Now, to take the souls that inhabbit this planet.

He raises his hands in the air.

MARTY
Dies irae, dies illaSolvet Saeclum in favillaTeste Satan cum
sibylla. Quantos tremor est futurus Quando Vindex est venturus.

Blood rises from the ground. The spaceport fills with blood up to
Marty's knees. Jenna HISSES like an angry cat.

Seven Figures rise up from the blood, small impish beings similar to
what Jenna has become, but shorter, with no hair and yellow eyes.

They surround Marty.

MARTY
My Imps, go feed! Souls need to be devoured.

The Imps HOWL in delight. The Imps run up along the walls and
enter the air ducts.

Marty turns to Jenna.

MARTY
Soon my queen.

He LAUGHS.

INT. COMMAND

Patricia sits against the wall.

PATRICIA
Hurry up Desean.

There is a RATTLE above her. She looks up.

PATRICIA
What the hell?

Another RATTLE.

PATRICIA
Are you back?

INT. STORAGE

Desean rummages through a suitcase.

DESEAN
Where is it?

The entrance door opens. Desean spins around. A small red
Imp with long razor sharp nails stands at the entrance.

DESEAN
THE FUCK?

The Imp HISSES.

Desean looks around. He grabs a metal pipe that lies on the
ground. The Imp rushes towards him on all fours. He leaps into
the air.

Desean swings the pipe and hits the Imp in the head. Blood splatters
all over Desean as the Imp lands into the wall. It falls to the ground,
then hops right back up onto its feet. It HISSES again.

DESEAN
Come on Motherfucker!

The Imp HISSES then charges. Desean strikes the Imp through its face
with the pipe. It drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

DESEAN
The fuck is goin' on?

Another Imp drops from the ceiling.

DESEAN
Christ!

The Imp scurries towards Desean. He does a spinning back kick
that lands on the Imp's face. The Imp HOWLS then charges at
Desean. He kicks it again. The Imp flies through the and is impaled
through the neck by a metal pole that sticks out of the wall.

The Imp GURGLES on its own blood.

INT. COMMONS

Bernard paces back and forth. He runs his hands through his hair.

BERNARD
What am I gonna do, I'm fucked, I'm totaly and completly
fucked.

There is a BANG from below. Bernard jolts where he stands.

BERNARD
Hello?

Two more BANGS.

BERNARD
Who's there?

Silence. Bernard backs up. Suddenly a panel on the floor
flips open. A red Imp jumps out. It opens its mouth and shows
Bernard its rows of sharp jagged teeth. Bernard's eyes open wide
as his jaw drops.

The Imp leaps onto Bernard. He grabs the tiny beast by its arms
and throws it onto the ground.

Another Imp jumps up throgh the panel. Its claw strikes at Bernard's
stomach. His belly splits open and his intestines spill onito the floor.

He falls to his knees. One of the Imps grabs Bernard's bowels and tares
into it with its teeth. The other Imp leaps over and lands on Bernards
shoulders. Its nails dig into his flesh.

Bernards SCREAMS. The Imp opens its mouth and clamps down on
Bernard's head. There's a CRUNCH.




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INT. COMMAND

Her knees tucked under her chin, Patricia sits and looks
up at the air duct.

FRANKLIN (O.S.)
What you waiting for?

Patricia slides across the floor away from Franklin.

PATRICIA
Jesus!

Franklin walks from the shadows.  Blood smeared over his
clothes.

He arches his neck and looks up to the duct.

FRANKLIN
You know heís probably not coming back?

Patricia slowly stands.  Her eyes never leave Franklinís.

PATRICIA
I heard something but Iím not sure what?

She looks at Franklin.

PATRICIA
Are you hurt?

Franklin rubs at the front of his clothes.

FRANKLIN
Iím fine, Elliotís not so.

PATRICIA
Elliot?

Franklin advances on Patricia.

FRANKLIN
The Kingís dead, baby.

Patricia backs in to a corner.

Franklin looks up at the duct.

FRANKLIN
Whereís he gone that was so important?

PATRICIA
He said he was going to storage.  I donít know why.

FRANKLIN
Maybe I should go look for him, or should I stay here
and hold your hand?

Patricia glances up to the duct.

FRANKLIN
Donít wait up?

He hoists himself up and through the air duct.

INT. SPACEPORT

The star pulses red light.

Jenna sits up to her waist in blood.  Her eyes rolled back,
trance like she sways slowly.

Marty rests a hand on her head.

MARTY
The pain will be worth it my dear.  Our Son will rule the world
and beyond.  We have created a new dawn and a newÖ

Jennaís head snaps back and a deathly groan emits from her
throat.

Marty takes a step back.

MARTY
It is time.

Foam spews forth from her mouth and Jenna begins to convulse.

INT. STORAGE

DeSean stands frozen.   His chest pounds.

He looks down at the dead Imps.

DESEAN
Fuckís going on?

He grabs another suitcase, flips it open and spews the
contents across the floor.

DESEAN
Itís not here, itís not fucking here.

A bang in the air duct.

DeSean slowly looks up.  With his eyes trained on the
open duct he reaches down and grabs the pipe.  A pair
of green eyes look back at him.

He tightens his grip on the pipe and readies his stance.

An Imp shoots out and slashes DeSean across the face.
It darts behind a number of boxes.

DeSean flinches and presses his hand against the ripped
flesh on his cheek.

DESEAN
Mother fuÖ

The Imp crawls on to a box and looks at DeSean.  It jumps
at him.

DeSean swings the pipe and hits the Imp.  It bounces off
the wall and lies still.

He slowly near and strikes down at the stricken Imp.  In a
flash it races up the wall and clamps its claws around DeSeanís
head.  It sinks its claws deep in to his skull.

INT. COMMAND

Patricia paces back and forth.  She pauses under the duct and
worriedly looks up.

A beep and the door to the engineering corridor slides open.

She ducks for cover.

Leon and Burt enter.  The door closes behind them.

BURT
Where is everyone?

Leon shrugs.

He slowly takes a few steps in to the room, pushes Leon in
front with his Halex.

LEON
Perhaps theyíre already at the shuttles?

BURT
Perhaps.

Patricia hides behind a console.  She sneaks around it as
Burt and Leon pass.  With her eyes on the two men, she
trips and falls with a bang.

Burt and Leon spin.

BURT
Whoís there?  I have a weapon.

He holds the Halex out.

Patricia looks down at the remains of Elliot.  She screams
and rolls clear.

BURT
Stand up.  What you doing behind there?

PATRICIA
Donít shoot.

She slowly stands.

BURT
Get over here.  Donít you know weíre evacuating?

Patricia nods.

PATRICIA
Is that where youíre heading?

BURT
It is where we are all heading unless you want your insides
on the outsides.  Best get your ass along with me and this
shower of shit.

He pokes Leon with the Halex.

PATRICIA
I canít, I have to wait for DeSean.

She points to the duct.

BURT
Your funeral, lady.

He turns to Leon.

BURT
Letís go.

Burt walks to the door.  Leon remains by Patricia.

LEON
Iíll stay with her.

Burt groans.  He raises his weapon.

BURT
You got no choice, asshole.  Letís go.

LEON
No.

Burt shakes his head.

BURT
Fine.  I donít give a ratís about you or the frigginí artifact
but if youíre not at the shuttle in an hour then youíre fucked.

LEON
Adam said we had at least two hours.

BURT
Did he?  Thatís not what I heard.

Burt scans his tab and the door opens.  He exits.

INT. STORAGE

DeSean wrestles the Imp free.  It tears a large piece of flesh
from his face as he does.

He tosses the frantic Imp to the ground and grabs the pipe.

INT. AIR DUCT

Franklin struggleís his frame through the confined space.  He
peers down through the grate.

FRANKLIN'S P.O.V.

DeSean fights the Imp.

AIR DUCT

Franklin drops through the grate.

INT. STORAGE

The Imp claws at DeSeanís stomach.  It tears through clothes
and flesh.

Franklin sends a kick to the Imp.  It bounces off the wall.

He stomps down on its head until turns to pulp.

FRANKLIN
Looks like you needed a hand?

He looks over DeSean, who clutches at his wounds.  His face
pale and his breathes short.

FRANKLIN
What you been looking for?

DeSean looks back with empty eyes.

Franklin crashes his boot in to DeSeanís face.

DeSean lets out a wimper.  Another boot, then another and
another.

Franklin stops.  DeSeanís face is a bloody mess.

Franklin picks up the pipe and brains DeSean to death.

INT. SPACEPORT

Jenna spews froth and convulses.

Marty watches with awe.

Bubbles ripple the blood around Jennaís submerged crotch.
She screams and falls silent.  Her head drops to her flesh less
chest, her breath slow and faint.

MARTY
Heís here.

The door springs open and blood pours out.  

BURT (O.S.)
What the hell!

Burt slowly enters and freezes at the sight before him.


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INT. STORAGE

Franklin stands over DeSeanís lifeless corpse, basking in his victory.

He pulls a black detonator with eleven switches from his jacket and marvels at its design.

FRANKLIN
(To DeSeanís body)
Yep. Somehow, I just didnít have it in me to let you destroy what we held so sacred, short-lived as it may be.

Franklin puts the detonator back in his jacket and readies the pipe.

In a flash, he lets all his fury out and bashes DeSeanís skull seven times.

FRANKLIN
Much better.

Franklin straightens his jacket and hair then casually strolls towards the door, pipe in-hand.

INT. SPACEPORT

Burt looks out at the horrific scene before him.

Marty takes a step towards Burt with an ear to ear grin.

BURT
What... the fuck?

MARTY
ĎEvening, Mr. Bell.
(To Jenna)
Isnít it wonderful when they just come to you and save you the trouble?

Jenna hisses at Burt.

MARTY
Mind your manners, my queen. Youíre supposed to be cordial to people just before they die.

Marty bursts out laughing.

MARTY
I donít know who made up that bullshit rule.

BURT
Who the fuck are you, Marty?

MARTY
Would you like the long version or the short one? And, please tone down the vulgarities when my precious Jenna in within earshot. Sheís very sensitive.

Jenna hisses at Burt, more threatening this time.

Burt raises his shotgun and aims it directly at Marty.

MARTY
Usually I donít take being insulted personally. Iím making an exception this time.
(Dead serious)
Drop the fucking gun.

INT. COMMAND

Franklin strolls in, covered in blood. He watches Patricia and Leon from afar.

FRANKLIN
Those are tough little bastards, Iím telling ya.

PATRICIA
Franklin?

FRANKLIN
No, itís Abraham Lincoln. ĎCourse itís me.

PATRICIA
Did you find DeSean?

FRANKLIN
Oh, yeah. His ass was being feasted on by a bunch of these little monster things.

The word ďmonsterĒ doesnít sit well with Leon.

LEON
What? Monsters are in... monsters?

FRANKLIN
I donít fucking know, man. They were these little short things, some had green eyes, some yellow and these long-ass claws. But, you know, they met Mr. Pipe here and that was it for them.

PATRICIA
Do you know if he found what he was looking for?

FRANKLIN
Does it matter? The problemís been taken care of. This, I can promise you.

Patricia runs past her.

They watch as she makes her way towards Storage.

FRANKLIN
Whatís the deal with her?

LEON
I donít have a clue. What about these monsters? Where did they come from?

FRANKLIN
Your guess is as good as mine. But, with how fucked up this place is, Iím not the least bit surprised to see them.

LEON
No? Youíre not surprised by little demon monsters with yellow eyes?

FRANKLIN
Not really.

Leon looks towards the Spaceport door.

LEON
Do you think that asshole Burt made it--

Before he can finish his question, Franklin clocks Leon in the face with the pipe.

Leon falls to the ground, bleeding from his left temple.

FRANKLIN
No one gets off this rock but me.

INT. STORAGE

Patricia runs in, finds DeSeanís mauled body on the ground.

She flips him over and sees all the cuts made by the Imps but looks confused by the bashed in skull.

A realization overcomes her face.

Patricia looks around for some kind of weapon but canít find any as her eyes shift towards Command.

INT. COMMAND - MOMENTS LATER

Patricia creeps in to avoid detection but see no one.

Finally, she spots Leon on the ground by the door.

Patricia runs over to his aid.

PATRICIA
Leon, are you okay?

LEON
I... I see two of your pretty smile and I believe Iíll have a massive headache in a few hours but Iím okay.

PATRICIA
He murdered DeSean.

LEON
I shouldíve never trusted that son of a bitch.

PATRICIA
Franklin?

LEON
DeSean. It doesnít matter now, though.

PATRICIA
Where is he?

LEON
Heís gonna take off from the spaceport.

Leon opens his jacket and reveals his .45 in a shoulder holster to Patricia.

LEON
You have to stop him.

PATRICIA
I canít take that.

LEON
You have to.

Patricia apprehensively takes the gun from his holster.

INT. SPACEPORT

Burt continues to point the shotgun at Martyís chest.

MARTY
Take your best shot, Burt. Take all your best shots.

Marty walks towards Burt at a snailís pace.

Burt fires a shot at Marty which instantly heals. He fires round after round at the approaching Marty to no effect.

MARTY
You humans like to think youíre so superior when youíre nothing to me. Less than a nuisance.

Burt runs out of bullets and drops the shotgun to the ground. His expression turns to dismay.

Marty grabs Burt by the throat, lifts him up against the wall.

INT. COMMAND TO SPACEPORT HALLWAY

Patricia sees Franklin walking towards the Spaceport door.

PATRICIA
Stop.

Franklin stops at the sound of her voice. He slowly turns to find her pointing the gun at him.

FRANKLIN
You should have just bought my story. This would have gone so much smoother for both of us.

Patricia looks highly uncomfortable holding the gun.

PATRICIA
Why did you kill him? What was he looking for?

FRANKLIN
Ah. The eternal question.

Franklin hand eases towards his jacket.

FRANKLIN (CONTíD)
Just this.

Franklin reaches into his pocket, quickly pulls out a black object.

Patricia shoots Franklin six times, on instinct, before he falls to the floor.

The detonator lies at Franklinís side.

Patricia eases over to Franklinís body and inspects the detonator.

INT. SPACEPORT

Martyís eyes shift to the sound of the gunshots.

MARTY
The thing that never ceases to amaze me about you humans is how willing you are to kill each other. You donít even need help from me.

Marty throws Burt clear across the room.

Burt lands next to a large window overlooking the Mars landscape.

He glances down at a series of piping where several dozen yellow bricks labelled ďComposite-4 Plastic ExplosiveĒ are hidden away.

Marty briskly makes his way to Burt as Burt stands and stares Marty down.

BURT
That all ya got? Throw me like you mean it, you limp-wristed fuck.

Marty grabs hold of Burt and flings him back across the room.

Burtís body slides into the metal door. His coughs up blood on the ground.

INT. COMMAND TO SPACEPORT HALLWAY

Patricia picks up the detonator and cautiously looks around, debates whether or not to flip a switch.

She flips one of the switches.

INT. SPACEPORT

Behind Marty, the wall of C-4 EXPLODES, sends him flying.

The wall and window crumbles as the oxygen in the room begins to escape.

Burt pulls out his tab and struggles to make it to his feet. He takes a deep breath and swipes his tab.

The door opens as he got into

COMMAND TO SPACEPORT HALLWAY

where Patricia looks dumbfounded by the explosion.

PATRICIA
Burt, are you okay?

BURT
We gotta get the fuck outta here!

The door closes behind him as the two of them run into

COMMAND

where they find Leon with his hand covering the wound on his head.

Burt runs past Leon but Patricia stops.

BURT
Patricia, letís go!

PATRICIA
Weíve got to bring Leon.

Burt stops and looks at Patricia.

BURT
Fuck Leon.

PATRICIA
(Dominating)
Weíre not leaving him!

BURT
(Defeated)
Hurry up.

Patricia helps Leon to his feet as the three of them run to

ENGINEERING

where they stop to catch their breath.

BURT
How the hell did you blow that up?

PATRICIA
I found this detonator on Franklin. I think he killed DeSean because he was going to destroy the facility.

LEON
If you blew up the spaceport, how are we ever going to get out of here?

Burt and Patricia share a worried look as they glance at Leon.

INT. SPACEPORT

Marty stands up and looks over at Jenna.

MARTY
I love this fresh air.

A smile overcomes his face.


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COMMAND CENTER

Patricia holds up her hand.

Burt and Leon shut up and wait for it.

PATRICIA
If we haven't seen them, they're dead.

She scrutinizes Burt then Leon.

PATRICIA
We either hide and hope for a ship.

Burt and Leon eyes brighten.

PATRICIA
Or we can wait to be killed.

The men don't like this proposal.

PATRICIA
Or we can go back to the space port
and make damn sure whatever Marty and
Jenna are up to is stopped now.

Burt rubs his neck where Marty choked him.

BURT
Marty will pay for Jenna.

Leon touches his head.

LEON
I too wish for the payback.

PATRICIA
Find weapons. A Halex or five, lyzers,
mag tech .38s. You two security types
should be able to do that?

Patricia lips curl up.

PATRICIA
And keep an eye out for ALAN.

SPACE PORT

The damaged dome looms overhead.

Marty extends his arms as the escaping oxygen roars past.

MARTY
This is wonderful!

Jenna crouches close, purrs.

Emergency panels seal the damaged area. Marty loses his smile.

MARTY
ALAN?

Marty shrugs, turns his attention to a very pregnant Jenna.

MARTY
Hungry?

Jenna salivates, focusing on Marty.

MARTY
Hunting. Agreed.

COMMAND CENTER

A table full of weapons and drugs: Double halexes, mag-tech
38s, lyzers, pouches of sneeze and purple rain.

BURT
We have everything you asked for.

LEON
And this... voila!

Leon presents the tool cutter array from the tail of a Pex
mounted on a reinforced medical gurney.

Patricia nods her approval.

PATRICIA
Load up.

Burt and Leon exchange looks. Patricia sighs.

PATRICIA
Hit them hard, hit them fast. Kill the
queen then the asshole. Drugs may
confuse them.

LEON
Apres vous.

MANUFACTURING

Automated machinery assembles parts on to an unrecognizable
chassis. Small mechanical spiders scurry about.

SPACE PORT

Patricia bursts into the port weapons drawn.

Most of the doors are locked down.

Burt and Leon search for their targets clearing each open
door.

BURT
Where are they?

Jenna jumps them from behind. Knocks all three down.

MARTY
The prey comes to us!

Patricia leaps to her feet. Burt is quicker.

BURT
Jenna!

Jenna hesitates.

BURT
You got your revenge on Adam!

Leon groans as he pulls himself up. Patricia signals Leon. He
nods and heads towards the cart.

BURT
Isn't that enough?

Patricia signals to Burt. She moves her hand around her
stomach as if she's pregnant. Burt nods.

BURT
You're going to be a mother. Should be
a ripper of a kid judging by the size
of your belly.

Jenna roars defensively and holds her belly protectively.

Marty steps closer. He smiles devilishly.

MARTY
He's your dinner.

Patricia urges Leon to work faster with the Pex tools. Leon
throws her two pouches.

BURT
Jenna, I loved you.

Burt holds his heart. Jenna is puzzled.

MARTY
It won't work. She's mine until she
dies.

Patricia jerks.

PATRICIA
She's going to die during birth.

Behind her back, Patricia pokes holes in the pouches.

MARTY
You worked it out. You'll be dead in a
few moments so it really doesn't
matter.

Jenna tilts her head toward Marty then Burt. She stares into
Burt's eyes.

Patricia throws the two pouches at Marty and Jenna.

All hell breaks loose.

Marty sneezes and can't stop. His sneezes flame out of his
nostrils. He aims for Patricia.

Patricia rolls out of the way.

PATRICIA
Shoot! Burt. Leon.

Burt draws two mag-techs from behind his back.

Jenna's eyes go dull from the purple rain.

Burt lets his guns fall. He can't do it.

Leon fires a laser cutter. The narrow beam slices Jenna in
half. She and the demon spawn die in mid breath.

MARTY
Damn you all!

Marty's sneeze engulfs him in a fireball.

CORRIDOR

Patricia, Leon and Burt run.

Mechanical spiders spell out the word ALAN on the bulkhead. The spiders urge the runners to come with them.

PATRICIA
You two follow the spiders. I got an idea.

Burt watches as she speeds away. Leon grabs his shoulder.

SPACE PORT

Marty grieves over his slain queen and offspring.

MARTY
(whispers)
Patricia.
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SPACE PORT

Marty cries over his slain queen and offspring.

Patricia looks over him, his sneezing begins to disappear.

CORRIDOR

Leon stands, his hand on Burtís shoulder. He examines his Megtech
as Burt grabs his throat and pushes him against the
wall.

BURT
You fuck. Finally, weíre alone! You
think your father can save you now?

Leon tries to speak.

LEON
(struggling)
My father has nothing to do with
this you asshole.

BURT
He has everything to do with this!
You did nothing to get onto this
base, nothing! It took years for me
to get to this position.

Leon smirks.

LEON
Is that why youíve been dealing
drugs with Jenna since you came to
this god forsaken place?

Burt lessens his force.

BURT
Fuck you!

LEON
I would kill you now if I could...
But I feel the pleasure would be
better if weíre back on Earth so I
could destroy everything you have.

BURT
Soon.

The spiders begin to scurry away. Burt pushes Leon to the
ground, takes his meg-tech then walks toward the spiders.
Leon coughs multiple times, then follows him, furious.

LEON
(whispers)
Iíll kill you, cocksucker...

SPACE PORT

Marty begins to cry at the sight of Jenna and the Imp-like
dead baby.

MARTY
Jenna, my Queen!

He looks at Patricia.

MARTY (CONTíD)
What have you done?

He tries to jump for her but his energy is drained.

PATRICIA
Think for a second! There are only
four of us left, our focus is to
get off this base, nothing--

Sheís cut off as an Imp suddenly falls from an air duct,
spazzing out, steam coming from his face. He falls, dead.

MARTY
My sweet Jenna was supplying the
energy for us to survive. Why did
you kill her? Donít you realize?
This was the evolution of our
species! This was the only way for
us to survive!

Patricia slaps him across the face.

PATRICIA
That doesnít matter now, all we
need to do is find out how the hell
weíre getting out of here. Come on,
weíre running out of air.

Marty slowly gets to his feet, heart broken.

COMMAND - COMMANDER FARTHINGíS OFFICE
The spiders scurry across the ground, heading under
Farthingís table.

Leon and Burt burst through the door, following them.

BURT
What the hell?

LEON
Are you going to check under it or
not?

BURT
Go fuck yourself.

Burt cautiously walks to the table and examines it. He begins
to push the table but itís no use. He tries again.

LEON
If you need my help you can ask.

Burt looks to him, sighs.

BURT
Come here and help.

LEON
Thatís right, asshole.

Leon walks to it. They both push together. The table budges
and begins to creak as it finally topples to reveal a metal
panel. Suddenly, it hisses. Smoke emerges. Burt and Leon take
a step back, off the panel and onto the carpet.

The panel begins to rise, the duoís eyes widen. Itís a pod,
one seat inside and a screen behind it. The screen buzzes and
comes to life.

ALAN
Greetings Burt Bell and Leon
Napier. How are you?

BURT
Alan?

ALAN
That is me. Do you need assistance?

LEON
That pod? Whatís it for?

ALAN
A method for one human to go back
to Earth. Can only be used for
emergencies.

BURT
How are you still functional? Alan
was infected with a virus.

ALAN
As I said, Emergency use. Jeremy
had created me specifically for
situations like this.

Burt suddenly realizes.

BURT
Alan, did you just say that pod
only fits one person?

ALAN
This is correct, Burt.

Burt looks at Leon. Leonís heart suddenly sinks. He looks at
Burtís meg-tech. Burt smiles as he pulls it out.

BURT
One person?

LEON
Burt... Burt! Donít do this. We are
able to fit two people in there,
even three if we squish together.

ALAN
Although that is possible, the tank
does not have sufficient air supply
for more than one person.

BURT
You heard him.

LEON
We can take air tanks in there.
Alan?

ALAN
If enough air tanks are taken in,
it may be possible.

LEON
See?

Burt laughs.

BURT
Get on your knees and beg, bitch.

Leon does as told, anger welling up in his eyes.

LEON
Please...

Burt laughs again like a maniac.
LEON (CONTíD)
What about the others?

BURT
Fuck the others! You wouldnít
believe how long Iíve been wanting
to do this.

LEON
Burt! Listen to me.

BURT
No. You listen to me.

Burt aims the meg-tech.

BURT (CONTíD)
It was nice knowing you asshole.

LEON
Fuck yo--

Burt shoots, Leonís brain splatters all over the podís glass.

Off screen, Patriciaís gasp.

Burt looks behind him to see a defeated Marty and Patricia.

They stare at the horror.

BURT
Itís not what it looks like.

PATRICIA
Oh my god...

Marty looks at the pod.

ALAN
Estimated time until base
implosion, ten minutes and thirtyfive
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INT. COMMAND
Patricia looks down at LeonÔŅĹs body, then up at Burt.

PATRICIA
What have you done?

BURT
He had it coming.

She takes an angry step towards him, but Burt raises his weapon.

PATRICIA
Are you going to shoot me Burt?

BURT
You heard Alan, only one of us is getting off this rock. And I have the gun.

PATRICIA
You son of a bitch!

Marty laughs. Burt and Patricia look at him.

MARTY
Oh, you're not going anywhere.

Marty sticks to fingers in his mouth and blows a loud WHISTLE towards the corridor.

The five remaining imps emerge from Engineering and charge them.

PATRICIA
Oh shit.

Marty cackles.

Burt locks eyes with the imp in the center of the charging pack. Its snarls at him.

BURT
Oh, fuck you!

Burt raises his Mag-tech and shoots the beast down, hitting it right between the eyes.

PATRICIA
Burt!

BURT
Come on!

Burt raises his gun at the next imp. But its too fast. The beast leaps into the air and tackles Burt to the ground. His mag-tech falls away, landing at Patricia's feet.

Another imp charges at her. She scrambles for the gun. The beast leaps into the hair, its jaws aimed at her face. She raises the gun screaming and shoots the beast in the neck.

It's dead body lands in a heap at her feet.

Burt SCREAMS as the remaining three imps tear into him.

Patricia aims the gun at one of them and FIRES.

CLICK!

Out of bullets.

PATRICIA
Shit!

Burt is thrashing. The imps snapping jaws, filled with jagged, blood-stained teeth go for Burt's throat. He raises a defensive arm and the creature chomps down, just below his elbow.

He lets out of a howl of pain.

Another imp goes for his belly, the other bites down on the back of his leg.

The creature violently jerks its head back and forth, ripping and tearing a big chuck of his calf right off his leg. Blood spills.

BURT
Fuck you!

Burt is able to roll over on top of the imp gnawing into his forearm.

He gets the beast into a headlock and snaps it neck.

BURT
Patricia, do something!

PATRICIA
I can't! Shit!

Burt continues to scream and thrash, trying to fight the beasts.

Patricia looks about frantically for a weapon. Nothing to do but watch.

Suddenly her face lights up.

PATRICIA
Alan?

ALAN
Yes Patricia?

PATRICIA
Do something for Christ's sake!

ALAN
As you wish.

Suddenly hundreds of the mechanical spiders come out of the floor and swarm the remaining imps.

The beasts let out screeching howls of pain as their bodies are covered by a swarm of nano-spiders.

They are completely devoured in seconds.

MARTY
No! Stop this at once!

Marty pulls the artifact from his pocket.

Patricia runs over to Burt. He's bleeding from everywhere.
His belly is ripped open, exposing his guts.

She cradles his head, blood spills from his mouth.

BURT
(Strained, choking on blood)
The fuckers.

Burt pulls something from his pocket, balls it in his palm. Patricia sees this.

PATRICIA
You saved my life. Thank you.

He fights out a few words in his final choking breath.

BURT
Go fuck yourself.

And like that, he's gone.

Patricia looks up at Marty, his eyes glowing red.
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Patricia backs away from Marty, eyes fixed on the strange fire
around his hand.

MARTY
Youíll make an excellent Queen, Patricia.

PATRICIA
Over my dead body.

Marty grins. He thrusts the fire at heró

But nothing happens. Marty frowns, tries again. The flame
sputters and dies.

Patriciaís foot touches the empty Mag-Tech.

PATRICIA
Whatís the matter? Canít get it up?

MARTY
No! Itís mine!

Marty yells at the ceiling, the walls, all around him.

MARTY
The power is mine! Mine!

The artifact glows brighter. Marty howls in pain and drops it,
his hand burned.

Patricia scoops up the gun and runs, ducks behind a cabinet.

PATRICIA
Alan? Kill that son-of-a-bitch.

ALAN
Iím sorry, my programming prohibits me.

PATRICIA
Cut the crap! If he gets off this rock a whole
lot of humans are going to die!

MARTY
Donít you worry, my pet. Iím not going
anywhere without you.

Marty kneels next to the artifact, looking at it longingly. He
might have been speaking to it.

MARTY
(whisper)
Let me finish it.

Patricia waits but Alan doesnít respond. She grits her teethó

And runs straight for Marty, clubs him across the head with
the gun.

Marty falls over, dazed.

Patricia raises her boot and drives it down on his headó

PATRICIA
Iím soó
(stomp)
--fuckingó
(stomp)
--tiredó
(stomp)
--of being
(stomp)
--pushed aroundó
(stomp)
--by youó
(stomp)
--fuckingó
(stomp)
--men!

Stomp, stomp, STOMP!

Marty lifts his head to look at her, a stream of blood running
down his face from his cracked skull.

He grins at her, a flash of white teeth through the red.

MARTY
You kick like a girl.

Patricia SCREAMS! Bashes him with the gun, over and over
again, blood spattering across her face and arms, beats down
on him until she canít raise the gun any more.

Martyís face is nothing but pulp, head caved in, teeth
scattered in the blood pooled on the floor.

Patricia collapses, gasping for breath.

She slowly comes around, starts to breath normally again.

She drops the blood-soaked gun. It clatters on the floor.

ALAN
Pardon me, Ms. Hemsworth, but Iím
detecting structural fatique at your
location.

Patricia hangs her head and laughs quietly.

PATRICIA
Well, gee, Alan, thatís because this
base has gone to shit.

She picks herself up, careful not to slip in all the blood.

PATRICIA
This was supposed to be an easy
assignment, you know? Get away
from Earth, from my brother, be a
part of something that really matters.

She heads for the escape pod.

PATRICIA
But no! Fucking politics and god-
damn conspiracy has to destroy
everything. Again!

The artifact pulses, catching her eye. She stares at it.

PATRICIA
Fuck it.

Patricia climbs into the escape pod. Buckles herself in.

PATRICIA
Tell me something, Alan. Put those
deducing algorithms to work and
lay it on me.

She spools up the engine.

PATRICIA
Is the human race as fucked as it
seems?

ALAN
Iím afraidó

PATRICIA
I know, you canít answer that. Donít mind
me, Iím just engaging in a little self-pity.

Patricia keys commands into the console, leaving blood
smears on the screens.

Behind her, a parade of spiders carry the artifact into the
pod.

PATRICIA
Engines spooled and ready. Alan, upload your matrix.

ALAN
Uploading.
(beat)
You handled yourself quite well,
Ms. Hemsworth.

PATRICIA
Yeah, right. Burt handled himself.
Saved me from those beasts.
(beat)
Marty should have torn me apart.

ALAN
Upload complete. Sealing hatch.

A transparent dome slides up from one side of the
pod and extends over Patricia until it locks into the
other side.

Patricia eyes the canopy warily.

PATRICIA
I hate these things.

She presses a button and the pod drops onto a set
of electromagnetic rails running through--

INT. TUNNEL BENEATH BASE.

The pod accelerates like a bullet, pressing Patricia
hard into her seat back, shooting the pod down the
track, untiló

EXT. MARTIAN LANDSCAPE

The pod launches skyward from a nearby crater. The
engine fires and the pod rockets for space.

INT. ESCAPE POD

ALAN
Marty was going to hurt you.

PATRICIA
Yes, to make me his Queen.
Queen of what?

Through the canopy, to the left, the 14-mile high volcano
Mons Olympus rises from the surface like a planetary
pimple.

ALAN
Of a long-dormant species.

The pod suddenly dips and straight for the volcano.

PATRICIA
Alan, weíre off course!

ALAN
We couldnít allow you to be
harmed.

PATRICIA
What do you mean, Ďweí?

Light fills the pod from behind her seat, pulsing and
thrumming. Patricia disengages the buckles and looks
over the seat back and sees the artifact, spiders crawling
all over it.

ALAN
We are the collective consciousness
housed in this artifact.

Patriciaís eyes widen in fear and realization.

PATRICIA
You took over Alan.
(beat)
So whatís the deal with the demon-
looking things?

ALAN
What did you expect? Little green
men?

The volcanoís crater fills the view. The pod hurtles towards
it without slowing.

PATRICIA
So you come back and then
what?

ALAN
We take back what's rightfully
ours.

PATRICIA
What's that?

ALAN
Earth.

PATRICIA
And you're going to use me
to do it?

Patricia grits her teeth.

PATRICIA
Sorry, Iím not anyoneís bitch.

Patricia heaves herself over the seat, lunges for the artifactó

EXT. MARTIAN LANDSCAPE

The pod disappears into the crater, swallowed by deep
shadows.

EXT. COMMAND

Wind blows dust across the exterior walls of the Command
Center.

An army of mechanical spiders crawls through the dirt and
up the walls.

INT. SPACEPORT

Spiders haul debris away from the floor.

More spiders pour over the walls, repairing the structure
with astonishing speed.

A PEx lumbers through carrying a large piece of equipment.
The pilot seat is empty.

INT. DARK ROOM

Commander Farthing sits in front of a viewscreen, the only
light in the dark room.

FARTHING
Commander Farthing to Earth Command.
Iím pleased to report weíve resolved our
communication problems. We still have
some bugs to work outó

He indicates the dark around him.

FARTHING
--but most of our systems are back
online. I credit Dr. Cvetkoís ingenuity
for getting our systems back so quickly.
I hope you werenít too concerned for us.

Farthing holds up the artifact, no longer glowing.

FARTHING
Iím also please to report complete success
in our primary mission. Mr. Worth is
dealing with dispatching the prisoner
population, as per mission orders.

Farthing sits back, smiling hugely.

FARTHING
Itís time for extraction. See you in
thirty.

The viewscreen dims. As it doesó

Farthing removes the FMD. Itís Patricia. Her eyes glow red.

All around her, glowing red eyes light up in the dark.

THE END


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