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I warned you this would happen.

Who's the girl?

- Specimen A. Ali. A for Ali.

- Specimen?

- She's the specimen you wanted?

- One of two.

So you're just going

to steal them?

- And yourself too, apparently.

- No.

Not me.

She just wants me dead.

One of my men is missing.

It's easily done.

Miles of tunnels, steps,

no lights.

Yeah, and a few

syringe-waving lunatics.

Oh...

- They alright?

- Yeah, they're fine.

They tried to f***ing kill us,

but they're doing really well.

- Two of them are dead.

- Who are they?

I sense this is some kind

of f***ing game

between the two of you

and I'm not laughing.

Who are they?!

War orphans. I found them

wandering the tunnels, starving.

I train them, they assist me.

And they're also useful

as a deterrent.

They scare those men upstairs

from getting too curious.

What's in the syringes?

Used to be loads of biological

agents stored in the tunnels,

Soviet bio-warfare stuff.

It's an unpleasant cocktail.

Not advisable to get dosed.

How long has she got, Mathesis?

Your timing is perfect, Lyla,

as always. Hours.

- We can't leave.

- The girl is due to give birth.

Mason, keep your gun on her.

Steinmann. Steinmann.

Sit down. You look like sh*t.

Healy, a word.

Now.

Move.

It's okay.

You were the operative

who was here six weeks ago,

weren't you?

So what happened?

Lovers' tiff?

- We disagreed.

- She's your boss.

- We were both employed...

- She was the lead scientist,

and you were under her.

We're leaving in 30 minutes.

- We can't take the girl.

- The move will kill her.

And I can't risk Williams

being crucified by that mob

and our only escape route

cut off!

I'm in charge down here,

Powell. We stay.

And I don't like being lied to.

You have 30 minutes.

Figure it out.

My employers were very clear

that I ask no questions

about you or your work.

My employers, however,

neglected to inform me

about certain pertinent facts

concerning this little jaunt

of ours, which means...

that I have a missing operative,

I have a half-gassed crew,

and I have an old friend

in the next room

with a bullet wound

in his stomach.

So...

Why don't you tell me

what all the fuss is about?

The old Soviet Union

kept many secrets.

They spent a lot of money

on all the sciences,

particularly if they felt

that branch of science

could be weaponized.

For any young scientist,

this was a lure.

I was a young Cambridge graduate

and I was approached

with an astonishing proposal.

The Russians

were and are experts

at the hard sciences,

but genetics,

well, the UK, Switzerland,

the USA, naturally,

had left the Russians behind.

But they had their own program.

This vast country is littered

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