Lake Placid vs. Anaconda Page #6

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Possibility of dental records,

but that could take weeks, even longer.

- All right, thanks.

- Yeah.

Sorry.

Thanks.

Did they find what was left

of the lab unit?

Even if they have, there's no way

they can connect it to us.

I made sure.

You better hope so for all our sakes.

Eyes front.

So, what's the plan?

What a b*tch.

A couple of days ago I had our tech guys

block their tracking device

so only ours will work.

So we're the only ones

that can track these things?

Bingo.

We'll use this to find the female

and bring her back to the lab.

And if we can't?

This is a portable incubator.

If we can't bring her back to the lab,

we'll take her eggs.

Whatever happens,

we can't have her lay them in the wild.

Those eggs are the key to the serum.

And what if she does lay them

in the wild?

I don't want to know.

I guess we're gonna

need Bickerman again.

No one knows the land like him.

Well, he does have a bag

full of my money.

I think it's about time

Captain Hook earned it.

The good news is

it's not our missing person.

The bad news is that

our missing person is still missing.

Finding a dead guy inside of a croc

isn't bad news enough?

Spend a little time with us, Mr. Tull,

and you'll find that it's just another day

at the office around here.

What'd you got on the tractor trailer?

Unfortunately, not much.

The license plates melted in the fire.

Can't even get a readable VIN number.

The guys at the garage

are taking it apart

to see if they can get

some serial numbers off the engine.

Might be able to trace it from there.

All right. Well, keep on it.

Yes sir, ma'am.

I mean, Sheriff. Sheriff.

Mr. Tull, what do you need from us

to get started?

Well, first things first.

Probably best to go ahead

and show me what you've got.

Boo!

Oh, my God, you scared me.

Well, with your ear buds in

and your eyes closed,

Sasquatch and his whole family

could sneak up on you.

Here, it's the only thing

I could find to actually drink.

Thanks.

Unless you want to join

the vomit patrol over there?

I'm okay.

Okay, let's do it.

Neanderthals.

I'm surprised they don't

drag them off by their hair.

Why are you here?

You don't seem like the type.

What, can't you tell

that I live to be a Delta?

Paint each other's toenails,

call each other sisters and BFFs?

Compare each other's boob jobs?

- Stop.

- Get a daring

butterfly tattoo on our ankles.

- Okay, stop.

- Pierce our unmentionables.

Seriously, stop.

Really, why are you here?

Truth is I'm a psych major.

And I mean, what is more psycho

then wanting to join a sorority?

Great resource material.

I'm bored! Make them swim.

Get in the water.

Come on. Go. Go.

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