Doomsday Prophecy

Air unit 3 confirming

impact extends beyond Sector 7.

Roger that.

- Mr. Garcia.

- Yes, sir, you must be Dr. Yates.

Welcome to the world's biggest

environmental disaster.

Have you been briefed?

Only that six hours ago,

the Black Sea ceased to exist.

Follow me.

The central seabed

was hit by a cluster

of deep-focus earthquakes

ranging from 6 to 7.8.

The quakes lasted 12 minutes,

opening several crevices up

to 60 miles wide

and hundreds of miles deep.

disappeared into the Earth.

Thankfully, we were able

to dam the Bosphorus

before it affected

the global ocean system.

It's hard to believe,

but this could have been worse.

It could also have struck

a populated area.

True enough.

It still feels like a nightmare.

The environmental

and economic aftermath are just...

it's like nothing

we've ever dealt with.

"Begins at the Black Sea.

The Earth opens wide

and drinks deep,

taking back

what she has bestowed. "

What exactly are you

referring to?

It's a prophecy made

by Rupert Crane.

The famous writer

who disappeared?

Yeah, that's him.

Agent Garcia, I didn't catch

what department you're with.

National Defense.

What does this have to do

with National Defense?

I'm sorry.

I can't disclose that, Dr. Yates.

Thank you for your time.

Sir. Yes.

All right, we've got major

seismic activity

a half mile underground.

Yes, sir,

it's exactly what Crane predicted.

General, I'm going to

have to call you back.

We're experiencing a tremor.

We're moving back

to base camp

until this area stabilizes.

Let's pack up.

Dr. Yates, the seabed,

it's cracking!

Let's get out of here.

Let's go.

Leave it, move, move!

Come on, let's go!

Move, people, move!

Garcia, get in, let's go!

Move 'em out!

Faster!

Faster! Damn it!

Look out. Look!

Turn, turn, look out!

Corporal.

Oh, God.

- Central Command.

- This is Agent Garcia.

Roger, Garcia, go ahead.

Lock onto this position

and send a chopper ASAP.

Stand by for...

In breaking news, the disaster

at the Black Sea continues

to get worse.

The enormous cracks

that swallowed the sea

are growing in size and have spread

into populated areas.

Massive evacuations

are now taking place

within a 200-mile radius

of the seashore.

Funds and resources

from around the globe

are flowing into that area.

The environmental impact

and loss of life is unprecedented.

At exactly 10:
00 a. m.,

I need you to handle

this very delicately.

Follow my instructions

and the book is yours.

Sure thing, Mr. Crane.

You have my word.

Thank you.

It's a pleasure

doing business with you.

Goodbye, Mr. Lowell.

Eric, we need to talk.

Get in here.

What's up?

What do you know about

this author Rupert Crane?

Self-proclaimed prophet,

disappeared eight

or nine years ago.

Nostradamus.

He prophesied 9/11,

the Iraq War, a few big disasters.

Then he vanished after

"Desert Candle" became a best seller,

and he made

his last publisher rich.

Now he wants

to publish his next book,

guess who he calls?

Sidwell Publishing.

Crazy, huh?

Right out of the blue.

So I want you to go and pick

up his completed manuscript.

Where's he live?

Well, he's been living off the grid

in the mountains of British Columbia.

Seriously?

And you want me to go pick it up?

Yeah.

Well, why doesn't he just email it

like any normal person would?

You know, for a guy

that can see the future,

you'd think he'd have some basic

understanding of the present.

This guy doesn't do email.

He's paranoid.

He thinks the government's

after him, but, believe me,

this trip's gonna be worth the trouble.

You're leaving early tomorrow morning.

You gotta be at some diner by 10:00.

We already purchased your tickets.

- I can't. I got a fight tomorrow.

- Well, you'll just have to cancel.

Well, why can't you

get somebody else?

- I'm just a proofreader.

- Nope, has to be you.

Listen, Sam, isn't there

anyone else that can go?

- Hey, who signs your paychecks?

- This is ridiculous.

Since when do we do

personal pickups?

Because this was the deal breaker.

Crane asked for you by name.

- I don't know a Rupert Crane.

- Yeah, well, he seems to know you.

What is it?

- What the hell is that?

- I don't know.

Hang on, hang on!

You guys!

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna have to call you back.

Whoa!

- You okay?

- Yeah, yeah, I think it stopped.

- That felt like an earthquake.

- An earthquake in New York?

I bet it's in

Crane's new manuscript.

Hey, everybody okay?

Yeah.

Wanda, Marty, you guys okay?

Yeah, thanks, Sam, I'm okay.

Hey, guys, here, gather around.

I wanna show you something.

This is a fragment

of an aboriginal calendar wheel,

marking a cataclysmic disaster

that happened 26,000 years ago.

It's referenced

in almost every ancient culture.

The Mayans link this disaster

to an event

which we're going

through right now...

the alignment of our solar system

with the galactic equator.

I wish I could say that

science and technology

have done away with doomsday

paranoia surrounding these events,

but, you know,

there's always a few kooks out there.

- Brooke.

- Yeah?

Sorry, guys, I'm just gonna

have to interrupt for a minute.

- You're not gonna believe this.

- What is it?

I've got Rupert Crane

on the line.

You're joking.

This would be a pretty obscure,

seriously not funny joke if it was.

Sounds serious.

I think you should take it.

Okay.

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