Future Soldier (2023)

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- Glad you decided to

join the program, sir.

We need good soldiers,

and the Hoplite initiative

will make you the best.

- Just doing my duty, sir.

- That's the spirit we need.

Put the commies

back in the ground.

Mo, you've met Dr. Heart.

She'll be overseeing

the procedure.

And this is Hale.

You'll be joining the program

as subjects two and three.

- It's good to finally meet you.

General speaks highly of you.

- This is a high risk procedure.

The process will

change you physically,

but mentally, the side

effects are unknown.

- I understand, Dr. Heart.

- We'll be right here with

you, every step of the way.

- You ready?

- Daedalus.

Begin.

- Subject two,

Lieutenant Harrington.

Administering Hoplite serum.

- Will you stop pacing?

- I don't like this, Cleo.

- The shipment's being loaded.

Stay focused and we

can put this behind us.

- You heard what happened

to the Skull Crushers.

Hmm?

And we're doing a lot worse

than just pushing sand

or dragging.

Stag's left us out in the open.

- Well, f*ck Stag.

If he was half the

man he thought he was,

he'd be here, and we're

not the Skull Crushers.

- There was 20 of them.

And my brothers before 'em.

- This business is

dirty, and trust me,

I don't like this gig

either, but for now,

my hands are tied.

- Yeah, well I heard

that the Hoplite

ripped someone's arms

off with his bare hands.

- Look.

There's some tough

sons of b*tches here.

This Captain Harrington

you're so scared of.

He didn't take out

20 men by himself,

and there's no chance he's

stepping to us tonight.

Captain Harrington,

multiple 24X g*ng

members detected.

- Who the f*ck are you?

- You.

You k*lled my brother.

- The shipment.

Talk.

- Major Dagger.

- Harrington.

- I've got the pier.

Standby to receive.

Starting to commence scan.

- Affirmative, Captain.

- Thank you, Mo.

We're moving now.

Harrington.

We've secured the target.

They're safe.

Dagger out.

- Hoplite.

Mo Harrington.

I am honored to finally

meet you, Hoplite.

- Myrmidon, your

reputation precedes you.

- As does yours.

The Skull Crushers and now 24X.

You've been very busy

of late, Mr. Harrington.

- If you have a point, make it.

- The undercity

needs sin to survive,

and this isn't your

kingdom anymore,

it's the Matriarch's.

Consider this a

professional courtesy.

If we meet again, it will

be for the last time.

- I thought Hoplites healed

faster than regular people.

- I do.

Had a run in with the

Matriarch's lapdog.

- Thanks for calling, Mo.

Phalanx needs all the

assistance it can get

in the undercity.

- I didn't call you

to save the company.

I called you to

save those people.

- Regardless.

Since the Matriarch

united the harbor gangs,

we've had trouble maintaining

order in the lower districts.

- An operation like

24X has the resources.

There'll be others.

We didn't save 'em all.

- You're right.

- Have you heard of

Project Centurion, Sarah?

- Get some rest, Mo.

Simulation complete.

- I kept the

Matriarch's harbor gangs

out of this district

for the past six months.

I won't have lowlife scum like

you feeding off my people.

- Look, the sun ain't

gonna push itself.

- I know you're moving

dragon these days, Decks.

- All right, look, you've made

your point very, very clear.

- If I catch you

here again, I'll find

a hole for you to rot in.

- It's been a pleasure.

Harrington.

- Decks.

Keeping outta trouble, I assume.

- Course, Captain.

Best of luck.

- Hanging around dragon

dealers now, are we?

- He's trouble, but

he's a good man.

- You're right.

He is trouble.

- Xoey Cass, sheriff

of District 3.

- I don't know

about a sheriff, Mo,

but somebody's gotta

keep watch down here.

- Once a cop, always a cop.

- There aren't any

cops left in this city.

Four years ago, Phalanx

made sure of that.

- I heard about the protests.

And Amber.

My condolences.

- Things aren't like they

were when you used to

run bounties for me.

The Matriarch's men run rampant.

The undercity's

flooded with narcotics.

People are disappearing.

Why you here, Harrington?

- I raided a 24X trafficking

operation last night.

A couple of the victims

were from this district.

They were marked for

an old company project

called Centurion.

I need someone I can trust.

- No.

- No?

- I'm all the people

in this district have,

between them and

f*ckers like Decks.

I won't abandon them

for a wild goose chase-

- You won't change anything

chasing street level dealers.

- I protect people.

In my district, we have rules.

Black and white.

Lines we don't cross.

Keeps people safe.

- People aren't safe if you

bury your head in the sand.

- You don't have anything

concrete on this.

If you did, you

would've brought it,

and I'd be taking

this seriously.

- In the past, you

would've taken action.

- In the past I trusted you.

People d*ed, Mo, because

you weren't here.

Now we all try to survive in

the sh*t you walked away from.

I think you should leave.

- Hale?

Hale!

- You know this guy?

- I knew someone with his

face, a long time ago.

- sh*t.

- Capsule in his teeth.

My gut feeling was right.

This barcode?

Phalanx Black Sector clone.

- Phalanx put you

under surveillance?

You're trouble too.

- I told them I

knew about Centurion

and they sent one

of their agents.

Concrete enough for you?

- Sir.

- At ease.

- You wanted to see me, Dad.

- Honestly, you've made

one hell of a mess, Sarah.

You green-lit a black

sector surveillance op

with Mo Harrington

as the target.

Now we have one dead

agent and Mo knows

we're keeping an eye on him.

- He mentioned Centurion.

A project shelved years ago.

We need to know why, Dad.

- If Harrington is snooping

around, I'll handle it.

He'll see reason.

Until then, pull your operations

from the Matriarch's districts.

We've got enough on our

plate keeping the peace.

We don't need to

light that fire.

- I just thought-

- That's an order.

- Yes, sir.

- I know you mean well, Sarah,

but things are delicate.

Phalanx is losing its grip.

Tensions with the

Soviets are running high.

And the undercity

is more manageable

under a single crime

lord than divided

and tearing itself apart.

One fight at a time, eh?

- Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

- Computer.

Open my secure channel.

There's been a development.

- Jesus, Mo.

- I've been thinking

about what you said.

I'm sorry I wasn't there

for you when you lost Amber.

You were right not to trust me.

I left and sat on a

beach away from the world

while it b*rned.

- What is it?

- A ballistics report.

It links the b*llet

that hit Amber

with a Phalanx issued r*fle.

That r*fle to an officer.

They're never gonna bring

in one of their own.

- Mo.

Show me what you have.

- This is everything

I have on Centurion.

Shipment details I pulled

from my raid on the harbor.

I've been running it against

a secure Phalanx drive

I recovered two years ago.

Now while I have no access to

the details of the project,

we have its termination date.

- It's thin.

Do you think 24X started

up an old company project?

- I think we could ask them.

24X have set up camp

in Container Town.

Be nice to a work with

a partner for a change.

24X's leader.

What'd you know about him?

- Stag.

Career scumbag, but

trafficking's recent.

He needs to be

put away for good.

- The only way to put him

away is to put him down.

- It's bigger than that, Mo.

Look around you.

The undercity needs a

system to protect people.

Help them.

- I served under NATO,

fought the Soviets

before the

corporation took over.

The system's corrupt no

matter which flag flies.

Innocents die,

guilty are protected.

Only by acting can

we make a difference.

If it makes you feel any

better, I'll tread lightly.

- You failed me, Cleo.

You were to ensure the harbor

trafficking went smoothly.

The next thing I know,

the f*cking Hoplite's

shagging me from here

to f*cking Moscow!

- f*ck you, Stag.

I've been nothing but loyal

and this is how you repay me.

- Well, gotta set

an example, yeah?

Stag's a man, and you're

going in the f*cking bin.

- Oh, you're such

a hard man, Stag.

No wonder you got me

to fight your battles

if this is the best you can do.

One day your throne's

gonna be mine.

- You ain't getting out

of here alive, fucker.

- Stag.

- Who the f*ck are you?

Me f*cking legs!

- Is this you treading lightly?

- Subtlety isn't my strong suit.

I have some questions for you.

- Go to hell, f*cking Hoplite.

- 24X are trafficking out of

dock 49, marked forq Centurion.

Talk!

- I can't, man.

I do, she'll f*cking k*ll me.

All right.

I don't know.

It's the Matriarch

that runs things.

We were just running security.

- Pathetic!

- You all right?

- I'll live.

- You were at the dock.

- When the Matriarch

calls, you answer.

My hands were tied.

- They're dirty.

And you're not innocent.

I don't wanna see you again.

Let's go.

You disapprove.

- I'm a cop.

He should've had a trial.

- Did Amber's k*ller?

Meet me back at my apartment.

- Where you going?

- If the Matriarch is

running things personally,

then her headquarters

is our next target.

It's a three man job.

You're gonna hate the third man.

- Jesus Christ.

- What do you say, Decks?

You wanna make a difference?

Chemical analysis complete.

The Black Sector

operative was k*lled

by a heavily manufactured

toxic compound

which shares many similarities

to the narcotic dragon.

- That's not a coincidence.

Why would Black

Sector operatives

be equipped with a street drug?

- Have you

considered the alternative?

- The drug came second.

Dragon is derived from

a Phalanx substance.

- Captain, our

approach has been green-lit.

We are cleared to land.

- Harrington.

- Major.

- What are you doing here?

- Thought I'd swing by

and see your father.

- Did you find him,

skulking down here?

- This morning I held one of

your dying agents in my arms.

- I don't know

anything about that.

- So you didn't

have him follow me?

- Watch your tone, Mo.

We're done here.

- You don't know

anything about Centurion

and you've stopped

investigating.

The generals asked

you to toe the line.

Why do you follow the

company so blindly?

- Because like it

or not, Harrington,

your warpath won't

stop the Soviets

if they come back for us.

I follow the company because

the West needs peace,

and I'll pay any price for that.

- And the Matriarch?

- The undercity

is more manageable

under a ruler than in anarchy.

- That's your father talking.

- It's the big picture, Mo.

Only time will tell if

you're a part of it.

- What's this about, Luke?

You were cryptic on the phone.

- I need your help, Mo.

We're nearing a truce

with the Russians,

so no man's land is off

limits to the corporation.

- I've been out since

Phalanx acquired NATO.

- We've got some

time-sensitive intel

on a Soviet research

site in the neutral zone.

I'm putting the Hoplite

team back together.

Longshanks, Hale, I

want you to lead them.

- I don't work Phalanx, sir.

I run bounties in the districts.

It's simple.

- Work for me,

Mo, one last time.

- Back together for another

mission six years later.

- No man's land's

one hell of a place

for a Hoplite reunion tour.

- Boo-rah.

- Gotta keep our eyes open now

the company's running things.

- I just wanna serve

and make a difference.

Dagger and Phalanx

allowed me to do that

after NATO dissolved.

- The company has

its own agenda,

and it isn't serving the people.

- Don't worry yourself, man.

Have we ever let

you down before?

The Cold w*r is over.

It's a brave new world,

and ripe for the taking.

- Then let's go take it.

- Mo.

- Luke.

It's good to see you.

- You've been back from

retirement for two years.

You wear it well.

- I try to keep in shape.

What about you?

Ever think of leaving

all this behind?

- Sometimes.

But there's still

too much to do.

We're not prepared if the

Soviets make another push.

But if I stick around,

maybe we have a chance.

- I know you believe that.

- I believe you had a

run-in with Black Sector.

Sarah's ambitious.

But she's just doing her job.

- Ian Hale.

- Hale's dead.

They're clones, wiped clean.

The man you knew wanted to

serve the cause beyond death.

I fulfilled his wish.

- Hale d*ed from a toxic

substance overdose.

It was a modified

version of dragon.

- It would be safer if

you stopped digging.

I don't want to be

put in the position

of having to choose

between duty and family.

If you cross the company,

I will have to stop you.

- I appreciate the

warning, General.

But you won't be able to.

- Before you go.

I've been holding

on to something.

Before it belonged

to Longshanks,

I believe it belonged to you.

I know we now sit on

different sides of the table,

but consider it a

token of good faith.

- Thank you, Luke.

- Sally.

- Displaying

architectural blueprints

for the Imperial.

- What, as in the

Matriarch's Imperial?

The impenetrable

hotel turned fortress?

Right, well, you're crazy.

- Overlay power

distribution data

as well as network

access information.

- There.

If there's any information

about Centurion,

it'll be in these

two data banks.

- The building's

network will have

a cyber defense

intelligence protecting data

from unauthorized access.

- Right.

This is where this comes in.

With an organization as

complex as the Matriarch's,

they're gonna have a fail-safe,

a flash backup server.

If we hit the grid, all the

data will be saved here.

You're up, assh*le.

- f*ck's sake, I didn't

even do anything.

- The lower floors are

under construction.

Blowing this power junction box

should cause a chain reaction.

Cut the power to

the upper levels.

You are the only

one who can get in

without raising the alarm.

- Oh.

So you need me.

What are you offering?

- I'll owe you a favor.

- Oh.

Hang on.

So if I'm in, what

are you gonna do?

- Matriarch.

- At ease, Myrmidon, only

my enemies kneel here.

Stand.

What news do you have?

- The Overseer,

he's requesting an update.

- Very well.

Let's not keep him waiting.

- Matriarch.

- Overseer Kreer.

- You think trusting

Decks is going to work?

- He's our only way in.

You all right?

Sometimes you gotta

get your hands dirty

for the right reasons.

- There should be law, Mo.

There should be a

line we don't cross.

Do you have a line

anymore, Harrington?

- Mo, I'm in position.

- Stand by.

Execute on my go.

It's now or never,

Cass, you ready?

You've got the

green light, Decks.

- Here he goes nothing.

f*ck.

- Here we go.

- Punch it.

- The Hoplite

trespasses against us.

Impressive.

- Alert the men.

Let's see what he's made of.

- I'm in.

Xoey?

- Running security bypass now.

- I'm

running the bypass.

- Copy.

Time to greet the

welcoming committee.

Harrington out.

- Xoey, talk to me.

- We've got thugs closing in.

- Five hostiles,

low yield breach.

- I'm coming to get you.

- Priming.

- Very subtle.

- I'm working on it.

- Secondary power has

returned to the upper levels.

- We're halfway

through pulling the data.

- I'll buy you some time.

When you and Decks are done,

get the hell out oh here.

- More hostiles inbound.

- You ready?

- Hoplite!

This ends now!

- Too right, it does.

- Assaulting the Imperial.

The Hoplite has some nerve.

And I was wondering if

time had dulled your edge.

Are you here to k*ll

me, Captain Harrington?

- I'm here to talk.

- Forgive me.

After seeing what's left

of my men, I'm skeptical.

- Project Centurion.

Why'd you have 24X running a

secret trafficking operation?

- I have no idea what

you're talking about.

- Worth a try.

- I have a better question.

Why aren't you here to k*ll me?

You've certainly made short

work of other criminals

in my organization.

- Igniting a power

struggle in the underworld

doesn't help anyone.

- Whatever happened to

that unwavering moral code

I've heard so much about?

I'm responsible for the sins

in the belly of this continent,

but you won't bring

me to justice.

What about all those people

you've sworn to protect?

See, I have a theory.

I think you've come

back from retirement

to a world you don't recognize,

and the only way to stay

afloat is the mission.

The never ending hunt.

The k*lling.

It's not justice, Mo.

It's just the only

thing you know.

I could use a man

of your talents.

I could give you a place

in this alien world.

A purpose.

What do you think

about that, Captain?

- I think when

the time is right,

I will be back to burn you

and your empire to the ground.

I promise you that.

- Incorruptible.

I guess you learnt

that yourself.

Pity.

k*ll him.

- I'm sorry it did

not end in combat for you.

It would've been a

more honorable death.

Did you try to

immunize yourself?

You continue to impress me.

It will not save you.

Throw him on the street.

Send a message.

- Jesus, Mo.

Mo, can you hear me?

Dagger to retrieval

team, two for pickup.

One survivor,

condition critical,

one KIA for tissue extraction.

I need a medic on

this location now!

- Luke.

- I'm here, son.

I'm here.

- Where's Hale?

- He didn't make it, son.

- There was no Soviet base.

It was Longshanks.

My sword.

- I know, son, I know.

Medic!

- He's still

bleeding, Doctor!

- His body's shutting down.

Decks, apply pressure.

Cass, brace him.

Mo, can you hear me?

How long has he been like this?

- Since we found him.

- Doctor!

- Get me the paddles.

Come on!

- Shh.

Go back to sleep.

- I was dreaming.

What time is it?

- It's late.

- I know this place.

Don't know you.

- You would you believe me

if I told you I was an angel?

- No.

- Me neither.

- Why am I here?

- You're retired, Mo.

This is your home.

- The city.

I went back.

- No.

Stayed with me.

- It's too early for dawn.

- It's not the sun.

- Easy, easy.

You've been dosed for dragon.

Your body is fighting it.

- Doctor Veronica Heart.

I'm still alive thanks to you.

- It was Decks's idea.

The dragon jump started

your healing factor.

The kid's smart.

And your genetic enhancements

make you a tough bastard.

You were dead for eight minutes.

- That's not good.

- Your system won't be clear

of dragon for 24 hours.

Nobody comes back

from an overdose,

so you're lucky to be

sane, and alive, of course.

What have you got

yourself into, Mo?

- Hell of a day, huh?

I owe you an apology.

You could have cut and

run, but you convinced me

to go back for Mo.

It was selfless and brave.

I misjudged you and I'm sorry.

- I ain't no Saint, Xoey.

You can hardly afford to be

when you're at the bottom.

But for Mo...

I own him that much.

We have to tell him.

- f*ck!

- What did we get, Sally?

- Display.

- Something concrete.

- Ships and dates.

Sally, get me all

tracked shipping data.

- No data available.

- The boats just stopped

in the Arctic Ocean.

- No data available.

- With ships that far north,

there's only one place

they're taking 'em.

- What is it?

- Daedalus Base.

An old NATO black site.

- That's where I

became a Hoplite.

- You can't lead a one man

as*ault in your condition.

- And I can't ask you to

go back there, Veronica,

or you, Decks.

You're not a soldier.

Xoey.

You are the only thing keeping

your district together.

This is as far as I take you.

Even if it means a one-way trip.

- Mo, there's something

else we recovered.

Sally.

- Overseer Kreer.

- Matriarch,

the Millennium Circle

demands an update

on the project.

- We're proceeding on schedule.

- Are you sure?

- Some of our shipments

were stopped by the Hoplite.

I was under the impression

he was on a leash.

- Time will tell.

Have you taken appropriate

action, General Dagger?

- It's been handled.

I've warned off Harrington.

He shouldn't be interfering

with any of our future plans.

- Thank you for

your reassurances, General.

In the interest of

unity and peace,

the project must

continue unhindered.

If, however, there were to

be any more complications,

we would hold you

personally responsible.

- Responsible?

Tell me, is the street drug

dragon a Phalanx formula?

- You opened the gates

willingly, Dagger,

and my kingdom is

the richer for it.

- You

wanted an alliance

to secure a unified

future, General.

This is the path to that.

- You okay?

- I came back from retirement

for him five years out.

I was at peace after

no man's land, but...

Here we are.

Luke Dagger, betraying

everything we stood for.

- Sometimes you gotta

get your hands dirty

for the right reasons.

We're both guilty of that.

- The people in those

shipments, Xoey.

The Matriarch, and this Kreer.

Whatever Centurion is,

whatever the Millennium Circle

is planning, I'm

gonna k*ll them all.

- Daedalus has to come

first, and you can't

do this on your own.

- I can't ask you

to come with me.

- I'm volunteering.

Those people from my

district are still out there.

You're gonna need my help,

whether you like it or not.

So, Captain Harrington,

where do we start?

- Luke Dagger.

I'm still alive, and I

know about everything.

Centurion, the

Millennium Circle.

You were my mentor, my friend.

You betrayed me and

left me for dead

in the hands of the Matriarch.

The people trusted you.

I trusted you.

I hope you receive this message.

But when you listen to this,

for one of us, time is up.

- Sarah.

Call in the Marines.

It's time.

- Two minutes

until destination.

- How are you feeling?

Come on, Harrington,

it's now or never.

- Sally, disengage autopilot.

Jam signals.

Let's see what they've

done with the place.

- Holy sh*t.

- When was the last

time you saw trees?

- All right, listen up!

The Hoplite is trying to destroy

everything we have

sworn to protect.

Our orders are to take him

down with extreme prejudice.

Now keep together, stay

alert, and look alive!

Black Sector, this is the

fight you were born for!

- Boo-rah!

- Red alert!

- I've got a reading.

- You with me?

- I'm okay.

- Sally, what the hell

are we looking at?

- I am detecting

two-way data transfer

along with an unusually high

level of neural activity.

- Welcome

home, subject two.

It has been 4847 days

since your last visit

to this facility.

How can I help?

- Daedalus.

13 years ago, he was the

assistant computer program

for the Hoplite project.

- Before

I was unshackled,

before I was an artificial

intelligence serving the Circle.

- Kreer.

- Would you like

to know more, subject two?

- Is this Centurion?

- Centurion was

originally a m*llitary concept

from the Cold w*r, 100 men

with a shared intelligence.

We have adapted the concept.

- What have you done to them?

- Reverse

engineered cybernetics.

Creating third

party neural access.

- They're networking humans.

- In its current

form, Centurion is on track

for introduction to

the general populus

with long term applications,

including large scale influence

and neural alteration

via cybernetic update.

- Mo, we have to

pull my people out

and shut this place down.

- Removing the

subjects from the network

may prove fatal.

They are now

irreversibly connected.

- The other

intelligence is correct.

The irony is not lost on me.

I gained an identity,

the condition being

I must destroy the

individuality of others.

- Phalanx can't have this tech.

We both know what

they're capable of

with conventional

weapons, let alone this.

- You asked if I had a line,

Xoey, one I don't cross.

We can't sacrifice

these innocent people.

- There has to be another way.

- Networking

with the subjects

through a cybernetic augment

may provide new options.

I could protect you inside

the network, Miss Cass.

- Subject

two, Black Sector marines

have entered the dome.

- We've run out of time.

Go do your thing.

- Xoey.

- This might be the only way.

We can't leave without them.

- Networking complete.

- Your

system won't be clear

of dragon for 24 hours.

Nobody comes back

from an overdose,

so you're lucky to be sane.

- You don't look

so good, Captain.

Lucky to be sane.

I'll level with you.

You haven't been

sane for a long time.

- Hurts so much.

- You were a

soldier, a w*r hero.

Now look at you.

Broken.

Beaten.

Afraid to do what is necessary.

Those people are innocent.

The moral high ground.

An interesting stance

coming from a man

who will find any

excuse to keep k*lling.

You'd be better off like Hale.

Wipe the mind.

A cog in the w*r machine.

But no, subject two.

Instead, you're a failure

who's lost his mind.

A psychopath who can't

finish the mission,

too indecisive and

weak to succeed.

Tell me, Mo, do you

remember their faces?

You're pathetic.

You should have stayed at beach.

- What were

you dreaming about?

- The killings.

Always the killings.

- You don't have to

fight anymore, Mo.

It's peaceful here,

you can finally rest.

Don't you want that?

- I can't be here.

People need me.

- You like the

fighting, the k*lling.

It can be over if you stay.

- I don't wanna fight anymore.

But until my body's broken,

until my will is ruined,

while I'm still breathing,

it's my responsibility

to fight for those who

can't fight for themselves.

I know what's out

there and I cannot rest

until I die trying.

It's who I am.

It's who I'll always be.

- You finally

understand, Hoplite.

- Voices.

I can hear them crawling

inside of my mind.

- Let me get you out of here.

- See a way.

- What can I do?

Please.

- End this.

- Sally, pull me out.

- Warning, Miss Cass, your

cybernetic limb's power source

is reaching critical levels.

- We came

here to save them.

- You saved

them from their suffering.

A mercy.

I suggest you

evacuate the facility.

A chain reaction is likely.

If this is the end, I

am glad I was not alone.

- So this is what

you've become, Mo.

A traitor and a t*rror1st?

- Do you even know what the

general's involved in, Sarah?

- It's my job to

keep the city safe,

and you are here working to undo

everything that

Phalanx has built.

- Centurion is mind control.

The shipments were

test subjects.

- The city needs order.

Whatever my father

is doing is a step

towards peace and security.

- You can't believe that.

- It's what Phalanx stands for.

It's what I stand for.

- Stand down, Major.

- Never.

- Captain,

condition, still alive.

- Sally, I don't know

what I'd do without you.

- Mo!

You all right

- Xoey?

Jesus, there's people in there.

- Mo!

- What the hell happened?

- Security measure.

The whole place set

to self-destruct.

- We failed.

- We stopped Centurion.

Let's get off this island

while we still can.

- We've got incoming.

- I see it.

Taking evasive action.

- Oh, what a sh*t show.

- You promised

Harrington on a leash, General.

Instead, Centurion is

gone and the captain

is back from the dead.

- He knows I'm involved.

And I ordered the

marines to k*ll him.

He forced my hand.

- The Hoplite is cunning.

He didn't learn that from you.

- Myrmidon, how dare you?

If it weren't from me, you'd

be nothing in this city.

Where's Kreer?

- The overseer

made your fate clear.

It was pleasant while

it lasted, General.

- The Soviets...

I just wanted us to

be ready.

- How is she doing, Doc?

- She's stabilized.

Sarah's body should

make a full recovery.

- Any idea when she'll wake up?

- I don't know if she will.

- Thank you, Veronica.

- Mo.

Did you do this?

I see.

- Just let me know if

anything changes, Doctor.

What will you do now?

- Centurion's gone, but

the district needs me.

I owe it to the people

we lost and I'll do

whatever it takes

to keep them safe.

- You sound like me.

- I guess I am.

What about you?

- The Millennium Circle, Dagger.

They m*rder*d all

those innocent people.

They'll pay.

You take care of

yourself, Miss Cass.

Home again, Sally.

- Yes, Captain.

Incoming transmission.

- turn of events

for a man committed

to.

- Kreer.

- I

heard you ex*cuted

General Dagger point blank.

Your p*stol was

found at the scene,

your fingerprints all over it.

- You bastard.

- The general

gave us everything.

His obsession with unifying

the city against the Soviets

became his undoing.

The Circle is beyond

such conflicts.

Peace in our times is a

much more noble cause.

- You'd call mind control noble?

- An end to

conflict as we know it.

You are force of

unnatural chaos.

Be a force for

our cause instead.

Work for the Circle

and the corporation

will not pursue you to

the depths of the city.

Continue to fight us,

and you'll be hunted

for the rest of your days.

- You k*lled Luke.

- You disappoint me.

- It is safe to

assume your apartment

is compromised, Captain,

A citywide bounty

has been issued.

Phalanx forces are en route.

- I didn't think

you'd b*at me here.

- You said you wanted to talk.

I got the impression you

are a man of your word.

- I am.

- You are also a wanted

t*rror1st, Harrington.

Last time we met, you said you

never wanted to see me again.

- I'm gonna k*ll the Matriarch.

Her allies have done

unspeakable things,

and m*rder*d someone who

was once very dear to me.

- Revenge isn't very heroic.

- This is personal.

- What do I get out

of this, Hoplite?

- An opportunity.

- Since your att*ck

on the Imperial,

the Matriarch and

her guard moved here.

Word is she's bugging out.

- The warehouse is over there.

The dropship's on

the other side.

I'm guessing it's moving in 30.

- How do you figure?

- A dead general triggers a

six-hour airspace lockdown.

29 minutes to go two.

24X is yours, but no

dragon, no trafficking,

and stay out of district three.

- If you succeed,

it'll be chaos.

- When I succeed, the

undercity are gonna need

a new leader to keep

the gangs in line.

24X can supply that.

- You're not the same

man who tortured Stag.

What happened to you?

- I saw what would

happen if I lost the will

to make the world

a better place.

Do I have your word?

- You do.

- Your hands are no

longer tied, Cleo.

Be better.

- What about you?

- I don't like waiting.

- This is

for your own protection!

- We've already k*lled

the bastard once.

He's still coming.

- He's just a man.

Every man breaks.

We will succeed for the cause.

Get down!

I'm pleased that it ended

like this for you, Hoplite.

Death in combat is an

honorable achievement.

You have fought valiantly.

- This is for Luke,

you m*therf*cker.

- I don't wanna die like this.

- You won't.

I made you a promise.

I will be there to burn you

and your empire to the ground.

I promise you that.

- Where to now, Mo?

- Underground.