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the standard quarantine

of six hours.

Target receiver initialized.

Ready to proceed.

Ark travel,

15 seconds and counting.

Five, four...

three, two...

one.

Why we gotta come

all this way?

Why can't UAC rent-a-cops

take care of this bullshit?

Is it always that rough?

Believe me,

it used to be a lot rougher.

There was a time when

Ark travel was susceptible

to, let's say...

major turbulence.

What's he mean?

He means he went

to one galaxy,

his ass went to another.

Call it

a scientific miscalculation.

Unbelievable as it may seem,

UAC does make

the odd tiny mistake.

Marcus Pinzerowsky.

You call me Pinky. Follow me.

Where are the personnel who

aren't locked down in the lab?

In the atrium.

Pinky, put us up.

Activating remote personnel

surveillance.

Circle out men, on my three.

One, two, three.

Killcams up and running.

People, this room

is a code red, which means...

no one gets in

without our permission.

It stays ours at all costs.

Mac, stay here with our friend

and secure the door.

Men, on me. Let's move out.

Open the doors.

Who called in the military?

Where the f*** are we?

Couple million light years

from breakfast.

When can I start

evacuating people out

through the Ark?

We're at a Level 5 quarantine,

nobody goes anywhere.

Ladies, we're under

a Level 5 quarantine...

so I'm just gonna have to

strip search you girls.

I don't think so.

Hold that thought.

We're under

a Level 5 quarantine,

so I'm just gonna have...

to strip...

Portman!

Sergeant,

this is Dr. Samantha Grimm,

the UAC science officer...

assigned to retrieve data

from the lab.

Sergeant.

Dr. Grimm.

Hello, John.

Hello, Samantha.

Hello, Samantha!

Sarge,

this operation is a code red.

We really don't have room

for passengers.

Excuse me, but I have orders

to retrieve data

from three servers:

Anthropology,

Forensic Archeology,

and Genetics.

This is a military operation,

Doctor.

We're really not here

to retrieve

your science homework.

Look, I got an idea.

Why don't you ask your CO

what your orders are?

To contain

and neutralize the threat,

protect the civilians...

and retrieve...

retrieve UAC property.

We finally done here?

Because I've got a job to do.

If you'll follow me?

You chose this, Reaper.

Is this gonna spoil my day?

No, sir.

Tell me you didn't let

a fine-looking piece of ass...

like that get away from you,

Reaper.

She's my sister.

No sh*t?

Don't do this again, man.

Do what?

There's three sections

to Carmack's lab complex.

Archeology, Genetics,

and Weapons Research.

You test weapons up here?

Well, it's a dead planet.

You want that stuff

tested here, where it's safe,

or in your own backyard?

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