Rampage Page #2
All right, get outta here,
you big lug.
Say hi to the dogs for me.
I will.
Girls love him.
I got your message about
George. He okay?
- I don't know.
- What do you mean, you don't know?
Davis. Davis!
He's in the grizzly enclosure.
What?
Jesus.
- Put it down.
- What?
You know how he is around guns.
Put it down.
Are you sure?
Put it down.
I'm gonna go talk to him.
Hey, George?
It's okay.
It's me.
It's me.
What happened?
You're sad.
It's okay.
Did you hurt him?
"Sorry"?
It's okay.
Did he hurt you?
He made you scared.
It's okay.
It's...
George.
George.
It's okay to be scared.
It's okay.
Calm.
Easy.
Is it me or is he
considerably bigger?
No, he's definitely bigger.
It's Connor.
Guys, you need to get over
to the gorilla enclosure.
What the hell happened?
We were doing our morning
rounds when we saw the burnt foliage,
and found this.
All right, let me see the kit.
What is it?
I don't know.
Stupid piece of crap!
Mini space station!
Are you done?
We just lost billions of
dollars, Claire.
Tens of billions, actually.
Plus $20,000 for the models
you just destroyed.
morning.
Down 20%.
And you aren't upset,
because...
Because Project Rampage works.
- Do you know how much that's worth?
- Zero.
Because all of our research
was on that space station.
Actually,
Atkins got the research
samples onto the escape pod.
Yes, the escape pod blew up.
But the canisters were
engineered to withstand reentry.
And the American Meteor Society
in southern Wyoming.
All we have to do is go
get it back.
Well, let's get out there!
Somebody finds that sample,
Please, enough with the
overreacting.
I am not overreacting, Claire.
There's a reason we were doing
these experiments in space.
And it wasn't exactly for
the betterment of humanity.
Okay.
Look,
you handle the press,
and I'll get Burke to take
care of the canister.
Who is Burke?
Remember that private military
firm we acquired last year?
You called them "Killers
'R' Us."
Yeah?
Well, he's the "us."
Boss.
Wheels up! You boys are
Oscar Mike.
Let's do it.
Where to, Burke?
Wyoming.
Ah, never been.
Lots of mountains,
not a lot of people.
Animals love it.
You'll fit right in.
Sh*t.
Hey, Mark.
Where the hell are you? Do you
have any idea what time it is?
Yes, yes. Um...
Yeah, sorry.
I am on the freeway,
I know I've already been late
twice this week,
but it will not happen again.
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