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We're primarily

an archeological operation.

Weapons Research is in

its own separate facility.

It has nothing to do

with Dr. Carmack's work.

How many inside

when the lab shut down?

Only Dr. Carmack's team.

That's six people.

In one of the carbon dating

labs, there was

an internal phone...

left off the hook.

Did you get any information

from it?

Open the door.

Portman, Goat, lead on.

Magnesium, chromium, lead.

It's all normal.

All clear.

Pinky, give us a schematic.

Uploading to you now.

Carmack's lab is isolated

from the rest of the facility.

The airlock is the only way

in or out.

Goat, Portman:
Genetics.

Kid, Destroyer:

Carmack's office,

where he sent the mayday from.

Reaper, keep Dr. Grimm here

safe on her salvage op.

Duke and I'll take

the weapons lab, make sure

all the hardware's secure.

Be safe, gentlemen.

Portman, Goat, on you.

It's on.

Clear left.

Clear right.

$5 says this sh*t ain't

nothing but a disgruntled

employee with a gun.

Fluorescent markings

as rooms are cleared. Go.

They're on the move.

You don't look like a "Mac."

Katsuhiko Kumanosuke Takaashi.

So, Mac.

What the f***!

Pinky, you getting this?

Jesus.

Very cool.

Cleared.

Where the hell is everybody?

Hey.

Lock in.

It's clear.

How much time you gonna need?

Thirty minutes, tops.

Goat, Portman.

There's another room

to the north.

Past Genetics.

Copy that.

What the hell is that?

You never did time, Portman?

What?

This is a holding cell.

Bullshit.

What makes you think that?

Touch it.

'Cause the walls

are electrified.

You a**hole!

Jeez. They leave sh*t

like this lying around?

I'd hate to see

what they lock up.

"BFG."

Hey, Sarge, what's the deal

with the sister?

Reaper's parents

led the first team

of archeologists to Olduvai.

They died in some accident

when he was a kid.

She followed in their

footsteps, and he didn't.

No, what I meant was,

is she single?

Please provide

DNA verification.

Access denied.

All units report contact.

God damn it,

all units report contact.

Hey.

It was moving.

Friendly fire, Sarge.

Wasting ghosts.

Roger that. Funny, Duke.

So, "Reaper"? As in "Grim"?

They're Marines, Sam,

not poets.

Holy sh*t!

Oh, yeah, meet Lucy.

Lucy, this is my brother,

John...

another creature

from the long lost past.

You found human remains?

Humanoid.

Lucy and her child

were our first major find.

We're bringing out more

every day.

You re-opened the dig?

I know I should have told you.

I didn't figure it was

the sort of thing...

I could jot down on

a yearly birthday card.

It's been stabilized.

Bullshit.

You wanna talk about safe?

Like you took a desk job?

I'm a forensic archeologist,

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