Recording has commenced. Well, now that Agent Fowler has
graced us with her presence, we may proceed.
Oh, put a sock in it, Wainwright.
Now is not the time for egos. We've got bigger fish to fry
tomorrow. But we have to start every
meeting like this. I mean, you can almost set your
watch to it. Lack of punctuality and
attempted jocularity aside, let's get underway, shall we?
Despite my trepidation of the United States government
reversing the decision, we at Beauregard Lowing have convinced
them. Having the Supervisory Deputy
Marshall and his colleagues join us for Event 4 will be an
unnecessary distraction at best, and at worst, a complete
security logistics nightmare. We can rest easy that we won't
have to deal with too much buffoonery.
Well, buffoonery. With the exception of Co Rec
Doctor, the only individual approved to accompany us
continues to be young Master Drexler.
His engineering and mechanical skills may be required.
I have provided him with a non disclosure agreement earlier
this morning which he signed. I briefed him thereafter and
after an hour and a half of inane questions, he was fully
read into this endeavor. It was immensely monotonous.
Nonetheless, I advised him to have a cargo loader crew move
and prepare the crates and boxes we stacked outside Logistics
Arch and be inside the mechanical Bay and ready to
depart at O 4:30 tomorrow morning.
Right then, everyone packed and ready.
Yeah, week's worth of kitten essentials sorted.
We're all ready and excited to be returning.
Well, I am anyway excited I'm the only one returning other
than Doctor Wainwright. Of course, Fighter, right?
We're all packed, agent, and based on the after mission
report, is that the correct turn?
Yeah. Anyway, any gear or equipment we
think may be useful is all ready to go.
The only question I have is what exactly are we doing for meals?
Oh, you lot are in for a right treat.
We've got four boxes stuffed with 10 full ration packs each
4000 calories a day of pure misery courtesy of the Ministry
of Defence. Keeps your average squatty alive
for 10 days. Barely.
In the States we call them Mrs. Over here.
We just try not to think about the taste.
Sounds delightful. Well, last time we went we took
an abundance of freeze dried. Doctor, you had your chance last
time. This time you got someone with a
bit of sense running the show. All that freeze dried nonsense
you packed before it took up half the cargo Bay.
These rations do the job and leave space for what matters.
The more signal beacons we can bring with us or additional
batteries to power them, we'll only better our success
probabilities this time next year for Event 5, I'll prepare
another dozen or so, so have them loaded up as well.
Splendid. Now, according to my notes, last
month you said you were going to brief us on this additional
preparation you had assembled. Agent Fowler, do you wish to
share this enlightened epiphany you've reached with the rest of
us? I'm sure it should.
Oh, what is the colloquial terminology again?
Ah, yes. Knock off socks, clean off.
Who almost saw the gears grinding in your head with that
one, granddad? The more I dug through the
report from Event 3, the more it became clear we've got a proper
obstacle in that station. AI, any system we can't command,
or worse, one that actively gets in the way, is a threat.
We can't afford the humor. I've arranged for a little
countermeasure to handle it. What exactly do you mean by
handle? Don't you think that's risky
against the overall goal? Well, this is like a rare
species of cicada that emerges from underground only once every
17 years. Well, we'll only have just a
brief window to observe behaviour, collect samples, and
uncover the secrets of their existence before they vanish
again. If you neutralize.
If you. Two could hold fire for just a
second. I'll explain.
The DIA has been working with Unit 42 over in Palo Alto.
All hush hush cyber warfare stuff.
Internet's a new battleground, isn't it?
They built us something special. Real clever piece of kit.
It's called Helmand. Well, that's the entomological
term for a parasitic worm. I like the naming convention, if
not somewhat alarmed at the connotation.
Please, please, Doctor Lorenz, Let's let Agent Fowler continue.
I'm curious to see where this is going.
Helmand's a next Gen. version of something called HDR-33 Hive.
It's not just a virus, it's a proper AI.
Chameleon sneaks in watches, learns how the systems work, and
hides in plain sight once it's ready.
Gives the slip into the command layer and gives us full control.
No fuss. All we've got to do is be inside
the facility, connect to Wi-Fi and send it in.
The rest handles itself like a parasite with a PhD.
Well, that's insidious. It's like a weaponized tapeworm.
Why is this the first I am hearing of this as Director of
Research and Development for Beauregard Lowing?
Need to know Wainwright, Given the, let's say, strained
relations between your firm and the department lately, the
higher ups decided to keep this under wraps until it was mission
critical. That call fell to me and I'm
making it now. Oh, wait a minute, aren't you
concerned about the impact your malware program might have?
Concerns over the integrity of the station systems.
Well, let alone the catalog of scientific data stored in legacy
files that might be put at risk. Agent Fowler, I am ordering you
to advise me prior to deploying your computer virus.
You've made your point. Duly noted.
Consider it filed away under polite suggestion.
But let's not forget the pecking order here, shall we?
You're the contractor. DoD pays the bills.
I'm DoD, so I don't answer to you right.
Are we seriously not going to mention how Jovak's been sat
there like a monk this whole time without butting in once?
Hello, boy. Earth to Doctor Barney.
Carlton. Oh, hello.
I'm sorry, sorry. Yes, I've been monitoring all
the gravimetric distortions from here, here and awaiting the
beacon signal to lock in. Sneaky kid.
Carl, what are you doing down there?
Oh, I'm just catching up on some reading.
Well, examining, really. Apparently it's a carnival this
time. That doesn't appear to be a
scientific journal, is it? Is that a children's picture
book? Oh yeah.
Where's Waldo? Where is he?
Shifty bastard is hard to find in the mass of a neutrino.
I suggest we all get an ample night's sleep and be assembled
in the vehicle Bay at 4:00 AM and ready to depart 1/2 hour
thereafter. Agent Fowler, you and I need to
be on a phone call with Washington and Madeleine Dante's
to further discuss this computer bug.
That alone the hierarchy of this project.
Oh, you may all go now. Recording has concluded.
OK, So what do you have Zeke? Well, it's like the good book
always says, ask and he shall provide solution to the problem.
Came to my office door late last week.
I was dubious at first, but once he stopped using the weather
innuendos and being all you know, toppery solved for the
opportunity it was. Chief Meteorologist Topper, Huh?
Oh oh. Jumping Joe.
It's a fact. That's a swell idea, Zeke.
Dr. Hunt's been asking Doctor Wainwright about this for the
last three years. All right fellas, how about one
of your spills of beans on what you've all put together?
Or do I have to shake the tree myself?
Oh, sorry, of course. So every year at the start of
winter season, Doctor Hunt would ask to have a team head out to
deploy weather sensors and environmental monitoring
equipment. The further out from the
station, the better. He wants to conduct research
into ketabatic winds to track how snow and ice travel across
Antarctica. It would help predict ice sheet
movements and surface mass balance.
Well, yeah. Right, right, right.
Yeah, Catabatic. Yeah, that all makes sense.
Yeah. Yeah, I'm not getting that word
or anything you guys are saying. He wants to understand how the
ice moves and make the surface even more stable for new
buildings I. Appreciate that translation doc.
Hey, how you doing? Oh, knock it off, Fred, It's
been a rough day. So I made Doctor Hunt a very
happy scientist by telling him a team we put together to drive
the equipment he has about 200 miles out.
I feel like I need to take a shower after we chatted.
Oh, so if anybody asks why we're even out on the ice, we'll have
a valid excuse for support from outside.
Good job. I have him and his team
preparing their equipment and filling in.
Patrick here on how to deploy and activate it.
It will run by itself through the rest of the winter and
they'll come collect it in the summer to get all the readings.
Man, I'm wait, hold on. I'm going with the team right
back to the future. Wait, man, that non that's
copyrighted. Can't use that one.
You'll be heading out with Mr. Todd and myself, doctor.
Which leads me to my next question.
Do we know when the Atlas crew is heading out?
Yeah, I'm still having trouble believing this myself, and I
don't know if I should be proud alone to feel bad for Doctor
Wainwright and the team. You should feel proud sick.
They wouldn't have picked him if they didn't think he could do
the job or was experienced enough with the experience you
provided him, by the way. You don't mean?
Why don't people just give it to you straight anymore?
The full skinny. So much dancing around going on.
I feel like I'm back at the Cope on E 60th.
Yeah, they picked Ken to go along with them.
Youngblood told me he'd be gone starting tomorrow morning for
the next week. Asked him what foe and he said
he was feeling real sick. That boy cannot lie to save his
life. That and the amount of gear
being staged outside the Yellow Arch was the first clue.
Wainwright asking for naughty one to be ready by midnight
today and preheated to seal the deal.
Keenan, those poor bastards. Given they didn't ask you, Zeke
or you either deputy to go with him again even though you
already know what's going on is wow weird isn't it?
No, not weird, Mr. Kelly. It's Jocelyn.
She doesn't want us anywhere near the Canadian station.
So Keenan being the new chief of engineering, hey.
Wait a minute on doctor. Nobody called that dummy to
teeth. That is still me.
Yeah. So everybody down there is
actually going to him now for their assignment seek.
That's why I got we're looking for people nowadays.
Shit part of my language. Lord, I just, I thought it was
extra busy. You were, you still are.
Yeah, ain't that the truth, Tommy?
But Keenan still ain't no chief damn fool, chucklehead.
All right, buddy. All right, let's let's get back
on the point here. Doctor Dauber, Mr. Todd, you
should go and get packed quickly.
Grab five days worth of clothes and items.
You'll need whatever tools and items you think might be
necessary. Oh, I I need to stop by the
station store. I'm going to go buy every
strawberry pop Tart I can find. They're M's favorite, you know.
I'm also bringing him the Ewok sweater and a hat my Nana needed
for his birthday. He's going to love them.
I can't wait to hear all about the adventure when you all get
back. We'll make sure everything goes
smoothly while you're gone. I wonder if I can look myself up
when we get there, like see what I did or like am yet to do, have
done. Dudes, this is all kinds of
trippy. Is the hidden GPS active in
Tesla Naughty 1 installed two weeks ago and transmitting as a
battery life from three months with a backup for another week
or so. I programmed with a signal so
you can track her from Naughty 2.
She's gassed and ready, but I had the winter top seal over to
avoid any suspicion. Dr. Darber, you OK driving the
Naughty? Have you driven one before?
Oh yeah, absolutely not a worry, Mr. Deputy Deuter, Sir, I'll
have that baby going up to 88 miles an hour so we can travel
in time with no problems. Which leads me to my next point,
Dr. Dobber, let's maybe not partake any of your usual wares,
especially essentially needed to operate a heavy machinery very
soon. Like asking Derek not to swipe
from the Wool Wars. Yeah, I'm all good, deputy
duder. I'll purge the urge to splurge.
Convincing. All right.
I think we're all good here. I'll say a prayer for you and
the boys. Night alone, man.
Anything you think that might help, buddy?
See you on the launchpad there, Deputy.
Bass, can we hang back a minute? Sure.
Oh. Hey now use two If me and
Catherine ain't allowed to use this meeting place to have our
nasty bits meet one another's, then you.
Guys, Yeah, Doc. Out.
Yeah, Doc, but we could still. Hear all the way out here too.
Hey wait for me use guys. I really think I should be going
out there with you, sweetie. Chris should be able to handle
any computer or technical issue that arises.
Patrick, assuming he's cognant at the time, can handle any
mechanical or electrical concerns.
But if you get into a situation where you need a scientific
solution, none of you have any expertise.
I thought about that too and I completely hear what you're
saying. And I know this is most likely
not what you want to hear, but I can't have you coming on this
outing with us, having you with us.
Well, it's. It's what?
Well, frankly, you'd be a distraction.
I'd be a what? Sweetheart.
Don't, sweetheart. Me, Bass Wyatt Marlowe, I want
you to explain this to me. Explain this to me like I was
Zeke rather than your girlfriend.
Wow, all three names really. Look, you being a woman has zero
to do with my thought. Cross losing patience but.
You being the person I love more than anything in this world is
the reason. If you were out there with us, I
would not be able to put 100% of my folks and attention on the
job, on insurance. I get everybody back in one
piece, both from our group and Atlas.
If you were there, my attention and priorities would be divided,
and rightly so. It's the same reason why they
don't let siblings serve in the same military units, or why
marshals and relationships can't be on the same operational team.
So in a situation where you have to leave me in order to get
everybody out safely. We'd all be stranded.
I don't even have to contemplate the question.
For me, there is no option in that situation and frankly, that
scares me. I understand what you're saying.
What I'm having problems with right now is figuring out if I
should be flattered or if I should punch you in the nasty
bits. Do I have a say in the matter?
No, no, I get it. I don't like it and it makes me
worried as hell that you're going out there with a slap shot
team and half a plan at best. Just come back in one piece.
That's the half a plan I do have locked down.
Oh sweetie, easy on the aftershave, huh?
I barely put any on this morning.
Also, how can you smell it? I need this heavy coat.
Oh, how can you not smell it? Oh, it's like hugging a teenager
who got into his dad's car. Noir.
Sorry, let's head back to station so we can try and
salvage what's left of the evening before I get the call
that Atlas has headed out. Can you take a shower first?
And it's working. I tested the signal from us to
that radio repeater antenna. We set up halfway signals making
it all the way back to the station and I got a nice clean
line without Joe Beck till the daft get to keep alert till this
place shows up again. With these strong winds, I
wouldn't put any faith in the tensile strength of the metal
cords holding the antenna in place for more than a week.
Even with woven titanium and nickel alloys, the combination
of wind and cold is a structural stability deal breaker.
How long do we have Shep? Oh, actually, according to our
latest data on the station should reappear in exactly 73
seconds. Although we've been holding here
for almost half an hour, I suppose we should be grateful
for the moment of silence. How Mr. Drexel can manage to
talk for seven hours straight is a torture I never anticipated
being subjected to. By hour 2 I already started
thinking of ways to off him and ditch the body.
Caught up to 72 before he finally shut his gob.
So then what are we in for when this magical mystery bus of
yours drops back in, eh? Nobody.
'S ever been this close before, so it's all theoretical.
Maybe a bright flash of light, most likely a mild shockwave due
to the sudden rush of air being displaced by the structure.
Suddenly. It's really all unprecedented.
Right, so let me get this straight.
We're parked danger clothes and no one's got a clue what's about
to happen. Brilliant.
That is indeed what the word unprecedented means.
Agent. Yes, and in 54321.
Simply fascinating. I wasn't expecting any
electrical disruptions coming from the event horizon while the
dash modded monitors are coming back on.
No, not an electromagnetic pulse per SE, More akin to
electrostatic discharge or controlled electromagnetic
interference. After making notification based
on where the station has reappeared, calculate an even
safer distance for event five. Had we been much closer, we may
have had all our electrical equipment destroyed by any
distortion. Oh, me.
Ears popped. Not just me.
No. Same here.
How was Keenan able to sleep through all of that?
He didn't even stir. Poor little honey bee must be
all tuckered out. Can you be any more specific,
Doctor? Has our senses confirmed the
reappearance of the station? You have to say over.
Would you please grow up? Oh, Oh, yeah.
Yeah, yeah. Yes.
It just registered. It registered.
All right. It registered.
I started the countdown to reinsertion insertion again back
into The North Face in 5.8 days from now.
Yeah. More importantly, however, I
finally found world. Nope, Nope.
That that is a ketchup thing. Dagnabbit.
Insufferable. Please proceed in sending us
coordinates of the Canadian station to our vehicle doctor.
Should I wake Keenan up? No, no, no.
Are you daft? Let the lab keep, I'm cleared to
drive this beast anyway. Plus, he's going to need all
that energy to lug these crates off by himself.
Yeah, Doctor Jovak has successfully sent us the
coordinates for Event 4. All right.
It appeared on the far side of our estimates.
One full mile that way. This is Supervisory Deputy
Marshall Bass Marlow. Today is April 12th, 2023 and
the current time is 13 O five hours.
As you can hear in the background, we are in route to a
location where the other naughty, naughty one driven by
the Atlas team stopped about 30 minutes ago.
Our current position is Let me check the screen.
We are on the dark side of the moon, Deputy Deuter, Sir Pink,
Floyding our way into the year 2044.
Best to keep your eyes on the road, Doctor Dauber.
Roads. Where we're going, we don't need
roads. Great.
Time travel offence, Patrick, but I thought we agreed three
hours ago to wait on time travel puns until we get there.
Besides, they told us that station was only established in
2044 for the time the AI said she was active.
Plus this last year Emery's been trapped there.
That would make the date where he is 2061.
Gentlemen, I tend to narrate these updates as a monologue,
not a dialogue. It's important that I record our
updates, so do me a solid OK? Sorry Deputy, as I was saying,
we are presently at 87 degrees 38 minutes 8 seconds South by 27
degrees 18 minutes 4 seconds West on A264 heading about 160
miles out from a Munson Scott. Early this morning, just after O
430 hours, we got the message from Zeke that the Atlas team
had possibly. Plus my boy Keenan.
Plus, Doctor Darber's boy Keenan left the station.
We departed about 30 minutes after they left and followed
their trail after about 7 1/2 hours.
They stopped for a while, I presume waiting for the station
to reappear. We held position as well until
we saw their GPS signal moving once again.
We used that time to deploy the ARO monitoring equipment Doctor
Topper Hunt asked to have brought out.
Strangely, just before we got underway again, there was, well,
I I guess you'd call it a shutter.
Oh no, no, more. More like a hiccup.
No, that was an electrical disruption.
Localized electromagnetic pulse 100%.
Thank goodness. A week when we would be stuck in
here for a while. Well, it was more like a blip
than a hiccup, guys. Seriously.
At least it's not Keenan. The blip was almost as surely
the station coming out of, oh, wherever it goes when it's not
here. I guess I started a timer to
ensure we know how long we have until the station disappears
again. 140 hours. In addition to various supplies
and medical items and survival gear we brought with us.
We made sure we made room for Mr. Waters for Emery on the
naughty after we liberate him. And I'm sure he's going to have
quite the story to tell us all how we're going to explain to
everyone how he didn't die and where he's been all this time.
Well, that's a bridge we'll have to cross when we get there.
I also made sure to be properly armed this time.
While I'm sure we were able to kill all the ice spiders from
the last year, the last thing I want is to not have enough
firepower or ammunition. I packed some of the firearms
which were sent down at the beginning of last summer when
the emergency supply mission arrived after we got Mr.
Ferguson out of the Halen jump cycle.
I apologize for being a buttinski again.
Sub depth to Torino, but I think that's it.
The big structure in the middle of Knowersville.
Yeah. That's it gentlemen.
We're here. Up ahead, you'll see a small
light yellow building up on your right.
Park the knotty there. It's the emergency generator
error, what we set up last year near their main VMF module.
OK, we arrived at 1310 hours and we're parking.
There's naughty one pull up alongside her.
Yeah, end of update. Supervisor Deputy Marshall Bess
Marla, Roberta Bond, Our Canadian research station.
Huh. The main station VMF door is
still closed. No lights coming from the
station and the naughty is powered down.
So then like where is the first team that came out here?
They may all still be inside the generator room trying to power
it up like we did last year. Where's my M?
Why would he know we're out here?
Wait, do you think something happened?
Stay calm, Mr. Todd. We don't know what the situation
is yet. Let's not jump to any
conclusions. Let's check out the generator
shed. Zip up, gentlemen, and stay
behind me so I don't accidentally shoot you.
You don't have to tell me twice. Let me just switch over my body
Cam so I don't have to hold this digital recorder.
Recording started. OK, let's head out.
The main generator room is down in this hallway door.
At the end, I hear voices. I smell the cheap Walgreens
Cologne Keenan bathes in. I'd say we found him.
OK, let's get this out of the way now.
Stand on either side of the door just in case Jocelyn gets froggy
with her weapon. What the devil?
US Marshals coming in the room. Drop your weapon now, Marlo.
Drop yours. I've shot you once before and
I'm well up for doing it again. Arms on the deck now.
You have three options, Jocelyn. And you have 3 seconds before I
put one in Marlo. Option one, we both lower our
weapons. 3. Option two We shoot out and one
or both of us die. 2. Option three We decide to 1.
You've gone mad, Gemma. Shift out of me.
Line of fire No. You both need to calm down now.
Doctor, get down. No, if you're both intent on
shooting each other, you'll need to shoot through me as well.
Yeah, that pretty much goes for me too.
Oh hey, Keenan, stop, my dude. Don't test me, you 2.
I'm no stranger with collateral damage.
Going to be sorry I won't be able to read that report to your
superiors. Had to kill a major asset and
part of the team who is working on our end goal to satisfy my
schoolyard grudge. Am I wrong, Agent Fowler?
Yeah, and to get this very cool looking future generator
operating correctly, you'll need an electrician, a Cayman.
For the record, would you point to the master electrician in
this courtroom? That's right, my dude, it's this
guy. Verdict impossible.
We can discuss just how the Deputy Marshall and his cohorts
came to be here later. May I remind everybody our time
here is limited and the more we wasted it with this Wild West
face off and gunplay, the less time we have until the station
disappears. I am lowering my rifle.
Moving me sidearm to low ready. That was tense.
All right, now that everybody has stopped harshing my mellow
Keenan, give me a hand looking over this here, Jenny.
How'd you do it, Marshmallow? How'd you suss out where this
place would be? We were out setting up
equipment. Doctor Hunt in the Arrow wanted
to deploy to study the harsh Antarctic winds.
While we were out we saw tracks, investigated who was out here in
the event they were in distress, and we found you at the station.
Let me ensure I'm comprehending appropriately.
You had 360 different directions you could have travelled as you
left the station. You were setting out in 80 below
temperatures, 40 mile per hour winds to set up and establish
monitoring equipment you have no familiarity with from Doctor
Hunt. Miraculous.
You picked the One Direction in that 360 circle that led you
here to the station once again, and we are to believe this
ludicrous tale. Yeah, that's about the long and
short of it, yes. Oh, bullocks.
No, no, he's actually correct. See, Patrick and I were sent
along to set up the equipment since the deputy didn't have the
experience. And I'd be happy to walk you
through the procedure we just completed an hour or so ago
after we get into the station and I find Emery.
Nothing back there but some storage items and various tools.
And what was with all the shouting?
Oh well, I guess that explains it.
Wait, how did you all get here? This is all highly classified.
I'll. Bring you up to speed later,
Shep. Let's go ahead and state the
obvious. We all want to get in the
station. For various reasons, we're all
here. Some without proper governmental
clearance. We're all here and we can either
table our animosity and be productive or Jocelyn I go back
to playing Pew Pew Chicken. Sorry, what?
Puke puke chicken, duck marsh. Don't worry about it, Jocelyn
understands. All right, everybody, Patsy has
the good news and the bad news. Just get on with it, Doctor.
OK, wow, tough crowd. All right, So like the emergency
power won't turn on? Do you know why?
Can it be repaired? We must get the power to the
station. That's a no can do new science
guy. It won't turn on because wait
for it because the station's power is already active.
But we didn't see any lights on in the station when we got here,
nor since then. Neither did we.
According to the panel readout on the generator, the station is
in some sort of protected standby mode, probably to keep
everything safe from that electromagnetic pulse that hit
about an hour ago. Oh, that actually makes sense.
Coming out of the apogee from null space would definitely
doctor, right? Right.
It just makes sense at all. So then how do we get the
station out of this protected standby, get one of them doors
open so we can go in? Yeah.
Hey, if this doesn't work you can blame me, but here's Emery's
number, so call him maybe. Give me that.
Should have taken that posting in beliefs rather than this.
Not a farm. This is Agent Fowler with the
Defence Intelligence Agency. Does anybody read me repeating
Agent Fowler to the station? Is anybody?
Receive it. Please be advised this station
is a restricted area owned by the Dominion of Canada and
established in coordination with the founding of the sovereignty
of Antarctica. Is this your AI then?
Unfortunately, yes. Right then, listen up, love.
You've one minute to open that vehicle Bay door or I swear
Minan's life will blast our way in with Semtex.
Open the bloody. Door are you insane?
You brought Semtex out here. What Semtex?
European version of your lot C4, more stable, more punch and no
Marlow. I ain't got Semtex with me at
the moment. It's a bluff.
Vocal print not recognized. Access denied.
I. Had forgotten how much that
little voice aggravates Emery. Emery, baby, it's Chrissy.
Can you hear me? Vocal print not recognized.
Access denied. Everyone let me try Kylie.
Yeah. Hi, Kylie.
It's Bass. US.
Marshall Bass. Wyatt Marlo.
I apologize for not. Detecting your presence earlier.
Other initiated standby safety protocols prior to us exiting
the bulk. Oh my.
God, I'm so happy you're back. So how you been?
The bulk the Randolph Sundra model.
Mind your words in this company, Doctor.
I'm doing very well, Kylie. Well, but cold.
I got a number of people out here who would sure like to come
in the station, warm up and check on Mr. Waters.
Can you unlock and open the VMF door please?
Your access rights are still valid.
US Marshall Bass, Wyatt Marlow. I'd be happy to welcome back to
Roberto Bondar Station. Father is in his room taking a
nap. I'll notify him of your arrival.
He's been waiting a very long time to see you.
Thank you, Kylie. We're coming in now.
See. You shortly.
All right, let's drive the naughties inside and get
settled. We can chat further after we
make sure Mr. Waters is all right and everything is secure.
Oh, absolutely, Deputy Marshall, I suspect we have much to
discuss. And with regard to your
unauthorized presence, you're welcome, Doctor.
You're welcome for my giving you an unlocked and open way onto
the station when there was no other way you would have been
able to get in. Pure supposition.
Give enough information and the proper motivation.
Just like old times, we'll see you all inside.
Recording stopped well. Where is he?
Oh, it's just like Emery to have to make an entrance.
Try not to worry Chris, I'm sure he's on the way.
Kylie, please close the VMF door and secure the station.
Acknowledged Father has left the elevator and is heading to your
position now. Please excuse the low lighting
and lack of operational status as I am still bringing all
systems out of protective standby mode.
Full station restoration in one hour 7 minutes.
Heating and life support are fully operational.
Oh, geez, I'm. I'm just so nervous right now.
How do I look? You look just fine, Mr. Todd.
It's just I've missed him so much.
Guys, why is he wearing a big robe with a hood?
Oh, what's with cane? Oh.
No. 40. Two years.
For 42 years, I've held out hope.
Hope that I'd get to see you all one last time.
Hope. That we can still undo this, Mr.
Waters? Oh my God.
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