Jurassic City

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M1 Command Center-Los Angeles

Patrol four.

Heading into the holding pen.

This is patrol four. I have uh

- visual breach on unit 103.

- Sir?

What do the monitors show?

The camera feed is offline.

We need visual confirmation.

There's no margin for error here.

Yes, sir.

Can you verify that the cell is empty?

Stand by.

Cell is empty.

- Stand by.

- Copy that.

Do we have a problem here?

Get Talbot down here ASAP. Now!

Stand your ground.

Back up is en route.

It's all for show.

Don't worry we've all gone through this.

Soon, we'll be sisters.

As you know this is pledge week

and these pathetic losers

are what's left of the even more

pathetic losers who rushed

our hallowed sorority,

Tau Omega Sigma.

We are the beginning and the end.

The beginning and the end.

These girls are the last three,

but to be one of us they

have to go through a final trial.

Girls.

Are you stupid b*tches

or are you TOS wolves?

It's time for the wrestling match.

Grease those pigs up!

Yeah!

Can't hear you!

Strip!

The rules of the game are simple.

The first girl to get dunked loses.

May the best girl win!

Take her down!

Hey! There's cops outside!

Where are you guys going?

Wait. We're not done here.

How dare the cops

intrude on our little soiree.

You just destroyed

and five million dollar investment.

And I would do it again if I had to.

Sir.

Right answer.

There's a convoy.

Three more investments

are on their way here.

I need you to divert it.

While we assess our situation.

This whole facility

has been compromised.

Contact me when you get there.

I'll have more information for you.

Yes, sir.

- Can I help you, officers?

- We've had noise complaints.

Well, it's a party.

There's bound to be a little noise.

A little noise is okay. A lot is not.

Looks like there is alcohol

on the premises.

- Is everyone here over the age of 21?

- Gimmie a light.

Of course. We don't condone

underage drinking, officers.

Sure you don't. How old are you?

I'm 21.

How about you showing me

your drivers license.

Let's go.

HEY!

You stay right there.

Time to go.

There they are.

Pull along side.

- Who's in charge here?

- I am, sir. Corporal Barnes.

- Corporal, do you know who I am?

- Sir, yes sir. Captain Talbot, sir.

Good.

There's been a change of plans.

Yes, sir.

Sir, I'm with the shipment.

Good. The closest safe location

has been determined to be here

the Elkwood detention facility.

It has a large underground garage

and it's run by a man

we can count on to be discrete.

I'll put a call into him.

You take the vehicles

over there and park.

I'll be in touch. LaFranco out.

Everything okay, boss?

Yeah, let's hope so.

Corporal Barnes

I need you to follow us.

Sir.

Move it!

Where the hell is my car?

Right there.

Oh crap, quick!

Hurry! Come on!

Are you sure?

Frenemies don't let frenemies

get behind the wheel.

What?

I said - are you okay to drive?

Jeeze. Yell much? Yeah,

I'm okay. Get your ass in the car.

Please, Pippi. Come on.

Come on!

Are you b*tches ready to have fun?

Stay here.

Let's go now.

- Did I do that?

- Yeah, you did that.

Elkwood Detention Facility-Los Angeles

Warden Lewis.

Yes?

Governor.

Yes, sir.

I see.

I understand.

Every courtesy will be extended.

Yes, sir.

- Armstrong?

- Yes, sir.

We'll be having some guests.

Okay.

Can you notify the front gate?

Right away, sir.

I'm here in front of the home where

Mr. MacMoran is currently being held -

after a major manhunt

that lasted several weeks. -

It is almost ten years to the day

when Mr. MacMoran had

committed the rape and murder

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