The Anomaly Page #3

processing him, not a peep.

Now, the old doctor, he was

real big on prisoner's rights.

How about the rights of

ordinary, decent people

to sleep peacefully

in their beds at night

without worrying about

a sick f*** like him?

How about letting us

bend the rules a little?

Where are we?

Are you f***ing with me?

You don't know where we are?

Is there a problem?

Come on, Doc.

What the f***?

You know where we

are is classified,

and if you don't,

I can't tell you.

Okay.

He's having some

kind of episode.

We should just do what we've got to do.

He's not going to tell anyone.

There was a boy.

Achild.

And there was a girl,

Dana, a prostitute.

She was helping me,

and then Sergio...

What are you talking about?

Just do your f***ing job!

I keep blacking out and...

I kidnapped a kid.

I don't know where he

is now, because I'm me...

I mean,

lam the "me" I am now.

But soon I will change and I'll

know, but I won't want to tell you.

Now, I know how this sounds.

I know this sounds crazy,

but please,

you have to believe me.

There's a child's

life at stake.

He's got something

strapped to him.

Doc, come on!

I will shoot you!

Give it up, Doc!

Down! Down!

Get the f*** down!

The mask, give it to me!

You're the scientist?

Of course, yes.

Is there a technology

that allows people

to control

somebody else's mind?

This is hardly the time.

Tell me about mind control!

I have heard of

such a program.

Experimental death, called droning.

How is it done?

How is it done?

The host body

holds a receiver,

like a modem

receiving a signal.

Where?

All neurological

impulses go through

the basal ganglia in

the back of the neck,

so probably there.

Now, the mask, please.

Now how are we going

to get out of here?

Hey! Hey!

Are you the contact?

What happens now?

Where is the laboratory?

Where are

Dr. Langham's people?

It's his plan! What now?

I see they've

redesigned the chronometer.

The new spectrograph 406.

They must've brought it out

while I was indisposed.

A wide-spectrum deprillator.

Already configured.

And after months of waiting

and fragmented communication,

you break me out of my cell and

give me a nice new laboratory.

Thank you so very much.

Gentlemen, let's celebrate.

Hey, the studio's benefactor

number two, have a glass.

To a fruitful collaboration.

Nostrovia!

Now that I see you

are men of your word,

let me show you something.

All my work, right here.

Ingenious.

Kept all your work right

under their noses for years.

This stuff is far too good

for governments to know.

You know why

lam the best? Hmm?

Because I can

see the aesthetics.

My contemporaries

are vulgarians.

They see only

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