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What are these for?

- Cyanide gas.

- So you're gonna kill them?

- They'll kill us first.

- You don't know that.

They already killed me.

I'm gonna crank up the thermostat.

As soon as the furnace turns on...

Your furnace works?

Okay, nobody has that much electricity.

Not around here.

The ARQ powers the house.

The second the furnace turns on...

pull this pin,

dump this canister into the chute.

It feeds the entire house.

They won't be safe anywhere.

They have masks.

Air masks.

They need gas masks.

You ready?

Is it painless?

It's quick.

"The eternal hourglass of existence

is turned upside down again and again,

and you with it, too.

Would you not throw yourself down

and gnash your teeth,

and curse the demon..."

The only species left for us

to destroy is ourselves.

If the Bloc and free states

don't surrender to the Torus Corporation,

what happened to continental Australia

will happen to the entire planet.

It will be 10,000 years

before anyone can step foot

on that radioactive rubble again.

I'm sorry.

I couldn't do it.

Mask off and lose the glove.

Now.

I wasn't lying when I said

we just wanted your scrips,

but here you go and try and gas us.

This kid's got a mean streak.

- I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

Hands.

Where are your scrips?

Just tell them.

- I have a safe.

- See how easy that was?

- Cooperation makes the world go round.

- And money?

Where's the safe?

Hannah, it's gonna be okay.

Thirty thousand in StomaChem scrips...

Environ, sixty-five thousand...

Jackpot.

Over a million in Torus scrips.

We're gonna have ourselves

a good time, boys.

- It's for the cause, Brother.

- Yeah. Yeah, of course.

But we're gonna get a finder's fee.

You got what you came for.

Now go.

He can identify us.

Give me the gun.

I'll shoot him right now.

No!

Nobody gets hurt.

Are you sure, Mother?

I wasn't too rough, was I?

He used to work for Torus.

He still might.

We're the Bloc.

We don't kill civilians.

All right.

Looks like it's your lucky day, champ.

Take anything you can hock.

See if you can find some mask filters.

We're running out.

The Bloc needs your scrips, Ren.

I'd have given 'em to you.

I'll be back.

Hey.

So what's that thing do anyway?

Besides fry people.

It's just a science experiment.

That's right. He used to be

a military engineer for Torus.

So is that a weapon or something?

No, it's not a...

Jesus Christ!

Ren?

What the hell are you doing?

You got five minutes.

- Who are they?

- You don't know?

What?

Shh.

Stop it! Stop it!

You're gonna get us killed.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Well, finally!

What happened to you

after Torus tried to arrest me?

I told you last night.

Tell me again.

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