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sparking many groups to petition|for the abolition of the practice.

Meanwhile, Senator McComb's|fading presidential bid...

received another blow...

when today it was denied|federal campaign matching funds.

Sources indicate|the senator is out of money...

and may be forced|to withdraw from the race.

Though no official|statement has been made...

independent party leaders claim that|the denial will bolster their play...

for the upcoming|presidential election.

With the polls showing|independent candidate Elgin Michaels...

trailing the incumbent|by only six points...

There are no new messages.

Who are you?|Who sent you?

Who sent you?

Fifty thousand volts, motherf***er.

Have a nice day.

Walker?

Walker!

My name's Fielding.|I'm with Internal Affairs.

He messed up my apartment.|You can kill him.

You've got some more inside.

- Everybody freeze!|- I'm a cop! I'm a cop!

I.D.|I.D.

Get in there.

You, he's under arrest.

They're all under arrest.

Assault, attempted murder,|makin' a mess.

Sector 17, Sector 19.

Report for duty|in five minutes.

If you'd like,|I'll have the door removed.

I had company|this morning.

- You look like they stayed awhile.|- McComb sent them.

- Did they say that?|- I said that.

- And what does I.A. Want?|- Atwood was your partner.

Internal Affairs isn't convinced|you can be trusted anymore.

- She's not going to follow me.|- We've got a phase four. You take it.

Send somebody else.|I want to be where McComb is.

A little refresher course in Agency|etiquette: I'm the director, I direct.

I authorize the missions. I make|the assignments. This one's yours.

This agency isn't dead yet, but if I|can't keep you from McComb, it will be!

- Fielding, get in here!|- She'll get in my way.

Ask her to stay behind you.|You've got an hour until launch.

- You're not funny.|- I'm never funny.

Yeah?

Disturbance has jumped|from four to six, sir.

Yes.

Yes.

I catch you f***in' this machine again,|I'll break your neck.

- Sorry, Chief.|- Looks like safe sex to me.

- Show me.|- Okay.

Here we go. The ripple was steady|at four, then spiked past five to six.

On the board, it looks|like it set off Waimea.

Somebody's really doing a number.

We've located the point|of origin and...

- it's right here in Washington.|- Sh*t.

Come on.|You're out of here.

You should have an exhibit.

Oh, really? All my best stuff's|at home.

I really could care less|whether you like me or not...

but you don't know|a thing about me.

T minus three minutes and counting.

I've been with I.A. For two years.

I'm field-rated in weapons and tactics|and speak three languages. Impressed?

- I'm blown away.|- I read the Atwood file.

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