Pandemic Page #2

you leave by any means necessary.

Now, we stayed strong for 33 days.

New York fell. We don't have to.

- Now, state your mission.

- Extraction. Saint Mary's Prep.

Eighty-nine Fila virus survivors.

Locate. Administer mosquito.

Red retrieve. Black...

- If the blood test is positive?

- We leave them behind.

Without exception. Hey, Lauren, good luck.

Thank you, sir.

Sir?

I was just wondering if we have any

new information about... Team 313.

No. Sorry.

- Sir?

- Yeah?

- Permission to search for 313?

- Turn your radio on.

Listen up, everyone. This is Dr. Greer.

Stay in the designated group.

Do not deviate to look for family

and friends. Stay strong.

Snatch the survivors.

Get home safe. Greer out.

You the doc on my 314?

- Yes, I'm Dr. Lauren Chase.

- You look fresh.

You got red on you, man.

You already bringing bad luck

and we ain't even out the gate yet.

Let's get this over with.

- So, you're the navigator?

- I am. I'm Denise.

Right. Dr. Chase.

- Mind if I take a look at the route?

- Sure thing.

I laid out three routes

based on unobstructed roads.

- Let's... let's try Number 2.

- Okay.

Hey, Doc, why don't you focus

on doing your own job? Let us do ours.

Hey, ignore him.

We're very happy to have you on board.

- Thank you.

- Okay.

Good morning, doctor.

We need you stand watch in the rear

when we get through the tunnel.

This is for me? I'd rather stay back here

and do my work if that's possible.

We need everyone. Here.

Take it. Take it.

- You ever play Whac-A-Mole?

- Yeah.

Okay, good.

Then you understand the concept.

If a mole pokes his head in,

you whack 'em right back out.

Just try to think of it

as a game. It'll help.

If you feel like you're in trouble,

just yell out. All right.

Wheeler, let's do it.

Bus 314 ready for transport.

Open in five, four, three, two...

Remember. It's just a game.

Oh, my God.

Gunner, get your ass up here, man.

- Let me in. Let me in.

- F***in' shoot him.

- I'll break the windshield.

- What the f*** do you think he's doin'?

Open the damn door.

- Keep it steady.

- You f***in' crazy?

F***. Somebody get Gunner.

- Slow down. You're too fast.

- No, keep goin'.

Don't stop. Come on. Pull me back in.

No! Denise, help me!

Close the door.

Hey, help me.

Are we clear?

I said, are we clear?

Gunner?

We're clear.

Thanks.

That... wasn't a game.

No, it's not.

So, next time, do us all a favor.

Fight back like your life depends on it.

Weren't we supposed to turn there?

The designated route

- takes us through Sherman Oaks.

- Jesus. How f***in' green are you?

Tell me somethin',

you're not familiar with the suburbs?

- I was in Manhattan.

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