"We received some very unusual data, today." "Military division?" "Harbinger 1 Training Facility." "Which model?" "S.A.R." "There's been a reprogram count... of one and a half million, just under one day." "That is a high number." "It's unprecedented." "Well, in that case, Mills... congratulations." "Drifter?" "Report." "The other are out on the strip." "And it's shitty." "See you out there." "Hey!" "Winder?" "What's this all about?" "I'm not the guy you should be asking." "We've been on training the last four times out." "It's two days." "They're looking for marines with combat time." "Not many of those left." "I thought we were pushing to finish it." "With drones." "With more than enough men sitting it out..." "You know no one is sitting it out, over there... cause we are all here." "Harbinger, right?" "If it were me, I'd take a look around... think about the money, not where it's coming from... and get on the transport." "Wait." "You've been assigned a Tech." "Captain Bukes?" "Katherine Mills." "What do you want?" "We have hardware in the field, where we would be testing." "I'm from Harbinger, I'll be observing." "Oh, yeah?" "Keeping an eye on us." "Yes, and the hardware." "Are you trying to work out what you can save on?" "No, no." "That's no what we do." "We're venders for the US military." "We're not the US military." "If you don't keep up, we'll leave you where you pass out." "And turn that shit off." "I don't want to be scanned at anytime, is that clear?" "This, doesn't go off." "Captain?" "We're Oscar Mike, Mills." "Fall in, or stay here." "Is she with us?" "Looks that way." "How long do you think till we see one of them in uniform?" "By then we won't be." "Here." "See if you can understand it." "Excuse me." "We're all back together." "Corporal Loftus?" "Mills." "How the fuck did she even know my name?" "Did you just look me up?" "Fucking techer." "Officer on deck." "Nine letters down, "Brought to an end."" "Go to sleep." "How many more clicks?" "Jeez, boy, what is it?" "Hm?" "You need to take a shit, or something?" "Give me five seconds with this motherfucker." "This is an exercise." "We don't know where we're going." "Even my wife doesn't know where we're going." "I thought Cutbill was your wife." "Oh, oh." "You'd like that." "I do love my mute little war prince." "Yes, ma'am." "It means a lot." "Hey." "Do you know my name?" "Lance corporal Martin Goodwin." "You do know your name is on your front... don't you, Goodwin?" "But it don't say the first name." "Lance corporal Martin Goodwin." "Address:" "23T81 Center Street, Conway, Arkansas." "Home with mother, Alice Goodwin." "Father, Clint, deceased." "Medical records indicated..." "Would you like me to stop the children... from bothering you, Mills?" "Watch it, Sarge." "You got to choose your friends carefully." "This one might be able to find out how much porn... you're downloading." "It would take more than one person to calculate that shit... let me tell you." "It's "Concluded"." "Thank you." "Hey, Mills." "I see you." "I can also fire from here while you are checking the chamber." "Alright." "Check your field pads, move on these coordinates." "Ammo's live." "Check your targets." "Goodwin, you hear me?" "Live ammo." "Yes, sir." "We will be monitored." "Oscar Mike in five minutes." "Let's go." "It's show time!" "Guess who's getting the first robot?" "What she's got, is just another tool." "Like these." "Do those go into your brain?" "Goodwin." "Get that stuff out of the way." "Yes, sir." "Captain Bukes." "Wait a moment, please." "Welcome to Harbinger One Training Facility." "Exercise is now on." "Welcome to Harbinger One Training Facility." "Exercise is now on." "Sarge." "Who's monitoring us?" "There's no one here." "I'm watching you." "You better bet there's nobody here." "Sir." "What do you want us to do?" "Let's get on with it." "We're Oscar Mike." "Sir!" "Yes, sir." "Captain, do you have ground support?" "No." "No unmanned ground recon, whatsoever?" "Problem?" "No, no, I just thought..." "Good." "I'm sorry, Captain, I think we got off on the wrong foot." "I don't think so, Mills." "Two days." "This place's got a serious decorating problem." "Home, sweet home." "Yo, Hackett." "Yeah?" "You decorated this place, right?" "I took inspiration from your apartment, dipshit." "Is this whole thing going to be inside?" "Shut up and keep moving, Cherry." "Alright." "Cutbill, eyes up." "Yes, sir." "We're here to train... but, that doesn't mean we should let our guard down." "Eyes up." "Robinson, walk and point." "Goodwin, with me." "Okay." "Okay, spread out." "No gaggle fuck, please, ladies." "Let's move!" "Nothing up front." "We're all clear for about a click." "Goodwin, hang in there for a second." "Hackett, Loftus, Cutbill... move wide, check the flanks." "Drifter?" "I got it." "I understand you're a Supertech, Mills." "You don't need to do all this humping shit." "Help me out, with my boss." "We're all a bunch of cavemen, huh?" "Not all of you, Sergeant." "Good." "I like that." "I got your six." "Whoa." "Mills?" "No, no, no, no." "Wait a minute." "This is Drifter." "We picked up some surveillance." "Same here." "Someone's got a new toy." "Harbinger make this?" "Yes." "But this one's been modified." "It's Quantum Robotics." "There's no operator." "Quantum." "One and naught, and everything in between." "Yes, that's right." "I read." "It doesn't mean I understand what I am reading." "It's autonomous." "All that power to get it to follow Goodwin's dumbass... through the forest." "So, you high up in Harbinger?" "Yes" "Can I get a job?" "I just lost mine." "I know." "At least they know we're here." "Let's keep moving." "Mills, game time." "Let's go!" "Take a look." "What do we got this time?" "What does it look like?" "They look fucking ridiculous." "Listen up." "Nine robot targets, to the north... close to the river, maybe more." "Are you kidding me, man?" "Let's get this done, right?" "Goodwin, Hackett, with me." "Everyone else, on the ridge." "We're are gonna get some..." "Goodwin, you just stay with me." "Drifter." "Yes, sir." "Alright, everybody, switch on." "Let's move!" "Mills?" "Care to join me?" "Ready." "Ready." "Set." "Goodwin, you watch me." "Yes, sir." "Reaper 1 in position, standby." "Firing in five." "Five... four... three... two... one... fire!" "You getting all this?" "You like that?" "Look at you..." "And that concludes our day." "Well done, team." "Let's set up camp, dig a ditch, get in early." "Where are you, Mills?" "Man, I hope you keep your job." "The world is no place for you." "There's no place for you, because they don't fit you." "Too damn big, Robinson." "Too damn big, brother." "Too damn big." "So, I say "Where?"" ""Where's the target?"" "He says, "Down there."" ""Goodwin."" "I'm actually thinking, "Should I smoke the little fucker?"" "Oh, we don't want to shoot you, Cherry." "We love you." "If you don't shave that ass hair off your face..." "I might shoot you myself." "Seriously, dude, get a razor." "Is it true, you guys are really..." "What?" "You think she's a fox?" "Damn, you little pervert." "I think she is... interesting." "She's not even human, man." "Alright." "Five letters, "Most inferior"." "Anybody?" "Goodwin." "That's not five!" "Yeah, but it is fucking true." "Damn, did you see those things up close?" "Honestly, they were rolling into each other." "It's embarrassing, man." "I have seen more advance juicers." "Mills." "Coffee?" "So... where did you get to, today?" "I had a look around." "We still can't reach anyone." "You had any luck?" "You know, with your..." "The network here is local." "There's something blocking our transmissions... but I don't know what." "I'm trying to get to the bottom of it." "Right." "Why doesn't Bukes ask me himself?" "Bukes, he's, uh... he's a little shy." "Shy?" "Yeah." "Especially around cute girls." "Or maybe he just chooses not to like you." "With his record, that's unfortunate for me." "You pulled his file?" "Drifter, I pulled everyone's file." "How many does it say?" "It says eighteen." "Just the figures, no context, right?" "That's why he doesn't want to like you." "Those figures may be hard to swallow, but that's the job." "And we are good at our jobs." "So, how old were you when you were chipped?" "I was eleven." "Without it?" "Paralysis." "You have to wait until you are old enough." "Harbinger sponsored that?" "Yeah." "Cured it." "I thought I was institutionalized." "You have no idea." "You can keep staring, but it won't make her disappear." "Did she say anything to you?" "She says we're being blocked, that's why there's no comms." "She doesn't know why." "She knows." "I don't think so." "Incredibly, she really seems to be as clueless as us." "All the gear... no idea." "Something's off." "With the training?" "With Mills?" "Both." "Sir." "Sir." "What makes you so sure that she's the problem?" "I have never been cut off, before." "Can't reach anyone at TAC." "Can't reach home, at all." "And there she is, with a radio in her head, saying nothing." "What the hell do you want?" "Get out of here!" "What the fuck is going on, here?" "I don't know." "Was that your weapon?" "No." "Then who the fuck is firing, man?" "I don't know, man." "I just heard the firing." "Loftus!" "Alright, Cutbill, fall back." "Goodwin, go with Loftus." "Why do you keep asking me?" "I told you, I don't know!" "What happened?" "Sir, I looked up and saw Loftus stood right there... and the next second he was gone." "Well, this is just part of the training, right?" "Loftus!" "Loftus?" "Loftus!" "Loftus!" "Loftus?" "I see him." "Over there!" "Robinson, Hackett, follow me!" "Slow down, Cutbill!" "Slow down!" "Loftus?" "It's him." "What is this?" "Can you hear me, buddy?" "Sam?" "Alright, move back." "Sergeant, what the hell is going on, here?" "Sam?" "What is going on, here?" "Shut up!" "Cutbill!" "Sam, talk to me." "Enough!" "Come on, man." "Think that's gonna help him?" "Look at me." "Shut up." "Should we take it off?" "Those lines, they're..." "Those cuts are straight." "It's like..." "Captain, let's get out of here." "Help me with him." "No, let's get out of here." "Help me with him!" "Cutbill, shut up!" "Mills, what's going on?" "This is your target area, from yesterday." "What?" "Sir, we got to get him out of here as soon..." "Move!" "Move!" "Mills?" "Those were our positions." "Robinson, cover me!" "Keep moving!" "Captain, do you copy, over?" "We got to get somewhere, where we can get eyes on." "I can't get a good shot, from here." "Captain?" "Captain, do you read me?" "Copy." "Anyone, this is Cutbill, do you read me?" "Let me go..." "let me go." "Let me go." "Let me go." "Let me go." "Let me go!" "Let me go." "Please, don't!" "What the fuck is this?" "Please don't!" "Did you see them?" "Not clearly." "I saw a couple of them, took a shot." "They must have pretty good armor, cause I hit them hard." "Like the ones from yesterday?" "No, they're bigger." "They're our height." "My Marines are dying, so, you tell me what you know." "You saw them on that ridge." "I'm connected to the network, so, I see them, yes." "You do see them." "Yes." "So, turn the fucking things off, right now." "I can't." "You can't?" "Well, you don't seem to have a problem... turning everything else on and off." "I can't just turn them off." "There'd be a reason." "Programming errors." "I'm running the possibilities." "Look, this is not a fucking equation." "You just get a hold of some one, right now... you get us out of here..." "Okay." "or, you're going to be..." "Not like this." "the next one getting shot." "She doesn't know, alright?" "Some programmer screwed up, somewhere." "No, no." "Screw ups aren't so efficient." "I can't find him." "But I found this." "Not too far from here." "We need to find him, sir." "Goodwin, you got rear point." "Okay, I'm listening." "She's useful." "We can't see them on the field pads... we can't see them through the trees... but, Mills sees them." "Does it occur to you that if she sees them... and they see her, and us..." "It doesn't matter." "It doesn't matter?" "No." "'Cause I'm telling your right now... we need all the help that we can get." "Did you see the groupings on Hackett?" "They hit her 3 times." "The third time while she was spinning through the fucking air." "I've been thinking about that... 'cause that's all that I'm thinking about." "They had us." "And they let us walk." "Why?" "Let us walk?" "What about Cutbill?" "Now, they could have finished everyone of us." "But, while she was there, they held back." "It's not about her." "Or you." "Bukes?" "The used them for target practice." "Like Loftus." "We're being track from the ridge." "Move!" "Hold on." "Where's Bukes?" "I lost track of him." "This is Drifter, anyone copy?" "Come on." "Let's keep moving." "Goodwin!" "Move!" "Bukes, come in, copy." "Solid copy, Drifter." "Who's with you?" "I got Goodwin and Robinson." "We are north, about a click from the camp." "Good." "Mills is down... but I found a place to hole up." "We'll come find you." "No." "You won't find your way through the dark." "They'll have no problem picking you off." "Stay put." "We'll regroup as soon as the light's better." "Over." "Bukes, copy." "Copy." "We need her." "Copy." "See you tomorrow." "Over." "How long was I out?" "Nine hours." "Drink this." "Why didn't you leave me?" "I don't know." "I'm still thinking about it." "While you were out of it... one of those machines shows up here and, uh... the two of you had a moment, or something." "We need to find it." "Why?" "I can't explain it." "Find a way." "Let's go." "It's good to see you, man." "You too." "Everyone in one piece?" "Yeah." "They didn't try for us." "They could have." "As far as I can make out, they were everywhere last night." "Mills?" "Yeah, it's clear ahead." "All their signals are behind us." "Let's get back to the drop zone... and wait till someone sends us a transport." "Let's be ready, this time." "Stay low, Mills." "He'll need me for the door." "I'll be fine." "Bukes?" "Take Mills to the door." "We need her to get in." "Alright." "Copy." "Take it easy down there, Mills." "We need your eyes." "Clear." "Come on." "Do you want me to handle this?" "Wait here." "Captain Damien Bukes." "Wait a moment, please." "Wait a moment, please." "Wait a moment, please." "Surveillance drones." "Mills." "Get the door." "Okay." "Come on, come on." "What happens if they can't get through the door?" "Smoke." "They're using smoke." "They're fucking copying us?" "Drifter?" "I can't see a thing." "Goodwin?" "Move!" "Robinson, move, move!" "Got it." "Drifter, the door is open." "Get him out of here, now!" "Come on, come on!" "Come on!" "Drifter, let's go!" "Drifter!" "No!" "Drifter!" "Don't let it cut me up!" "Bukes, I can stop this!" "Wait!" "Damn it, Robinson!" "Don't let it cut me up!" "Do it!" "No wait!" "No!" "No!" "Let's go, Mills." "Now!" "I could have saved him." "No one could have saved him." "Yes, I could." "I could have saved him." "No way..." "Why didn't you wait?" "I was telling you to wait." "There's no way..." "I could have saved him." "Yes, I..." "I made them!" "This shit don't make no sense." "Why are we here, Mills?" "I don't know." "Marines come here to train." "I don't know why you're here..." "I only know that you were requested." "And you?" "Why are you here?" "I write the program, design the prototypes." "This is where they are tested." "Have you had a good look at what you've done?" "What you've created?" "Nothing like this has ever happened before." "The code has advanced more than we ever could have imagined." "But, if I can understand it, I can try to control it." "It's a little late for that, don't you think?" "No, you don't understand." "Open your eyes, Mills." "They're killers." "That's all they are." "She stood in the middle of that road... and not one of them took a shoot." "That's because they are trying to work out... if I'm one of them, or not." "Yeah... so were we." "What are they?" "They're your replacements." "Replacements?" "They're called S.A.R." "Study, Analyze, Reprogram." "They learn." "Given enough to learn from, then, they improve themselves." "Like us." "We created them to save lives, and they will." "Whose lives are they going to save?" "Cutbill's?" "Loftus'?" "Hackett, Drifter?" "We built them so people like you... don't have to die, or kill anyone." "That's not up to you." "It's up to me." "And how has that worked out, so far?" "I live with it... so people like you won't have to." "But you've killed us." "And you know it." "Watch her." "Half an hour, and they'll roll us out the back." "Do we fight them off here, and wait for the transport?" "We won't last that long." "We need to find a better defensive position." "There's another door." "Well, that would be you, Mills." "Wait a second." "How do we know this door doesn't just lead right back outside?" "Do you want to stay here, Goodwin?" "We don't have a choice." "Open it." "I can't see a thing." "Motherfucker." "Did you turn the lights on?" "Don't turn anything else on." "Are you alright?" "No, man." "I fucking hate this place." "This is where they test them?" "Unbelievable." "You should have stopped when you made these." "Lock the door." "Open this one." "Goodwin, keep with us." "Copy." "Mills, you have to stay with me." "Mills!" "Well, this just gets better and better." "I can't communicate out, even from in here." "It's a bottleneck." "We can slow them down from here." "Charges?" "Yeah." "Goodwin." "How many have we got?" "We got about five." "Five." "Yeah." "That's all we got, Cap." "What's you scanning for?" "Captain!" "Mills?" "Mills!" "Mills?" "Whatever you're thinking..." "They have power." "I'm going to activate one." "They share information." "That's why they are so well organize." "When it comes online, I'll know everything they know." "I can get to them, through this one." "Are you fully operational?" "Command to Speech mode." "Speech mode activated." "What are S.A.R. general orders?" "Running human combat program." "Study, Analyze, Reprogram." "Okay." "Come on." "Unable to comply." "There is an human error." "Detail human error." "Human training subjects not performing as expected." "Subjects require motivation." "Training now with live ammunition... and to new human training subjects." "Error." "Unable to identify your current configuration." "Please standby." "Error." "Mills, AE-3583." "You have failed clearance." "Error." "Mills, AE-3583." "Access is denied." "My God." "Did Guardian S.A.R. unit order Reaper 5 unit into training?" "Did you bring these marines here?" "Yes." "When will the training program be complete?" "Completion unspecified." "Mills, open the door now!" "No, I have to try." "Come on." "Come on!" "Access is denied." "Error... error." "Remain stationary." "Command S.A.R. unit approaching for further analysis." "Remain stationary." "Mills, open the goddamn door." "No, no, leave me, the others are coming through." "Open the door, Mills!" "No, it's too late!" "They're coming in, Captain." "We got to move!" "Not yet." "Goodwin!" "I'm sorry, I had to try." "Do you think we got him?" "One." "Maybe." "Jesus!" "Anyone have any idea where we are?" "Anybody?" "Any idea at all?" "Mills... how long have we got?" "I don't see them, they moved away." "Good." "Looks like some kind of training." "Looks like... they ran out of these." "They moved over to the real thing." "One." "Two." "That's all." "Last one." "Great." "If you need me, I'll be in my office." "Let me go." "Let me go." "Don't let it cut me up!" "You ready, Cherry?" "Me neither." "You see any, yet?" "No." "Are we moving?" "No." "So, this is it." "What is that?" "It's an EMP." "When you hit that S.A.R. in the tunnel... it detonated one of them." "It sends out a pulse that wipes anything with a current, near by." "We put them in each of them... so the enemy can't steal our technology... but, it's range is short." "I've amped this one up." "All we need now is a detonator." "There is a leader, the one who's responsible for all this." "The S.A.R. codes are expanding in that one." "That's the one I need to be with, when I detonate." "I think that will stop it, before it goes any further." "Do you know why they haven't killed us yet, Bukes?" "Because they've been pushing us... here." "They'll give you enough time to set up... and then they will come for you." "But maybe I can end this." "By killing yourself?" "Even if you survive the blast, it will wipe you clean." "At this point, we have no other option." "I'll have a small amount of time, and then, my chip will shut down." "You can deal with whatever's left." "No." "Do you understand what I've done?" "Look at this place." "We can't win this." "Hey, Robinson?" "What's up, son?" "Maybe you're right." "Maybe I'm not cut out for this." "You just figured that out now, Goodwin?" "Robinson... multiple markers to the south." "Copy that." "Draw them in." "Goodwin, we've got eyes on us." "Stay out of sight, over." "Copy that." "How many?" "All of them." "Goodwin, they are in the streets, east and west." "Standby." "Please, God." "Please, God." "Goodwin, hit it." "They lost a few." "I got something..." "Robinson, two've broken free from the main group... coming in fast." "That's one more down." "(Inaudible) way from the west." "I've got him." "I'm going to fire." "Goodwin, keep your head down." "Robinson, on me." "Robinson!" "That's another one." "Bukes, there's one right on you." "Goodwin, hit south." "Mills, where are the rest of them?" "Goodwin, they see you." "Captain, I just got made!" "I got to move!" "Robinson?" "Cover me." "Goodwin, don't bail." "Captain?" "Captain!" "Shit!" "Get it off me!" "Get it the fuck off me!" "Captain... the detonator." "I dropped the detonator." "Bukes, get behind me." "I don't know how long this is going to work." "You can't be here, Mills." "You got to go." "Just run." "No, this is it." "Hang in there, Mills." "Go!" "Move, move!" "Robinson." "Robinson?" "Well, come on." "Well, come on!" "You wanted this!" "Just fucking do it." "I have received my orders." "Come on, finish it!" "More data is required." "Mills?" "Mills!" "More data is required to complete training combat program." "You are not identified." "You are not identified." "Identify." "Identify." "Human." "Mills?" "Hey!" "We're getting out of here."