- Anyone there?
Repeat. Anyone there?
Anyone hears this, I'm taking a piss.
- Welcome to TSL Laboratories.
We're happy to have you.
Recently, we've been getting a lot of questions
about what it is exactly we do here,
and we're happy to answer.
Of course,
with extraordinary progress always comes some adversity.
But here our goal remains to improve the human condition
by any means necessary.
Through extensive and repetitious testing,
we've taken many steps forward towards understanding
the vast possibilities for the human body and mind.
Here, we believe that time is our ally
and its effect on humans, a potential positive,
not a negative.
Whether it's by extending the lives of millions
of sick children or improving our defense systems
through genetically enhanced soldiers,
we here at TSL remains steadfast in our goal
in creating a better and safer world.
At TSL, we're taking the time.
And we invite you to do the same.
- It's not gonna happen. - It's not gonna happen, man.
So funny.
- You... - It's not gonna happen.
- You're a clown.
- You're a drunk clown, look at you.
- Absolutely no shot.
- I could do it.
- You could not. - I'm not gonna do it.
- Oh, okay. - Look at me.
- But I could do it.
- Okay, 20 bucks, how about that, man?
- Hundred bucks.
- Hundred bucks? - It's okay,
I'll take that bet.
- Hold on.
- Where is it? Give me the thing.
- One shot.
Make it count, yeah.
Okay. Go get him, Tiger.
Where's he? It's over there.
Twenty in first, dipshit.
- Oh.
Oh no.
- He's falling asleep. - Oh my God.
- That's a bullseye, boys.
- Wait. What are you paying after, man?
Wait a second.
Okay, hold on, hold on, let me get more time out of this.
- Whoa, whoa whoa. Hold, hold it a sec.
Close, but no cigar man.
- Huh.
- Double or nothing.
- How about you give the cash and call
your boyfriend, dipshit. - Cash.
- Hey, you ain't leaving with that money.
Hey, don't touch me.
- All right, big boy.
- You look like shit, Chase.
- How do you know that name?
- Know a lot about you.
- Yeah.
Okay.
- Get in the car.
I have a proposal for you.
- Where are we going?
- You name the place.
- Thank you.
- You don't remember me, do you?
- Nope.
- Name's Addison.
We met at a party a couple years ago.
I guess you were drunker than I thought.
You were gone in the morning.
- Sorry.
- I'm over it.
- What do you know about me?
Well,
I know you were recruited to the Ghost Project
when you were 18.
They stripped you of any legal identity
so if you died, no one would know.
And then about a year later, the whole program was canceled.
Most of you ran off, became work-for-hires.
- Why do you know this?
- I work for some very powerful people.
- Yeah.
No.
Although, not that I don't believe you.
No, I'm out.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
- Well, you've been busy?
- Something like that.
- How do you get by?
- Odd jobs here and there.
- Two days ago,
there was an accident at a research center
off the coast of Northern Canada
involving a certain CEO's daughter.
Currently all communication is lost.
We need a team to go in and extract her
within the next 24 hours.
Discretion is their top priority.
Which is the only reason
you are getting offered
this extremely lucrative...
odd job.
And there's one more thing.
I'm asking Russ.
- That's a, that's a bad idea.
- Why do you say that?
- He can't be trusted.
- Okay.
Well,
I'm gonna have a car come by and pick you up
in the morning.
You either get in or you don't.
Nice car.
- Thanks.
You too.
- Name's Addison.
- I know who you are.
- You do?
All right, let's talk.
- Y'all never should have gone there in the first place.
- Why do you say that?
- Do you know what happened at your little research site?
- It's on a need-to-know basis.
Oh, so you have no idea what you're getting yourself
and those boys into.
- Just a good payday.
Were you the one who sent the death threats?
Look, it's up to you.
We're gonna go with or without you.
- If I go, I'm in charge.
- I'll get you a team.
See you tomorrow.
- Hey, big boy.
Why have we never met?
- Hey. Tag.
- Oh, that's a firm grip,
what you think about arm wrestling?
- Ah, I ain't got time for that, man.
- Want some challenge?
- It's always time for that.
Wanna go first? - Go first.
- Count me out. - Yeah. One...
- Going down.
- Three, four.
- Fucking dumb asses, right?
You don't remember me.
- It's not personal, pal, believe me.
- We did the job together about seven or eight years ago.
Job went well. The money was shit though.
Not like this.
- Alright boys, listen up.
- Hey, sweet cheeks.
When are you gonna let me take you on that date
you promised me?
I picked a great restaurant.
- Colt, spell restaurant.
- Another time.
- There are two possible research camps
where the target could be located, north and south.
A team of three will be dropped off near each location.
Chase, Dex, you'll be with me on the south side.
Tag, Colt, you'll be with Russ in the north.
The helicopter will wait for us at the rendezvous point
until he gets word from either team.
But if communication goes down,
we'll meet at the rendezvous point.
Got it?
Hey Tag.
How's she doing?
- Wonderful.
It's my world right here.
Man, eight years old now. That's why I do it.
- Good to have you.
- Thank you, thank you.
- Welcome to Gran Manan baby boys.
It looks like hemp is just a little further up that way.
- So Addison, any idea what we're dealing with?
Why the 24 hour time crunch?
- Nope.
Just that it's dangerous.
- Hey Russ, you sure you know where you're going?
I don't see footprints or nuthin'.
- I'm sure.
- Why are we heading closer to the water, Russ?
- Because it's safer.
- Yeah, it's safer from what?
- Guys? Get over here.
- This must have been some research accident.
- Let's keep moving.
Russ.
Russ, are you there?
What's that?
- A journal.
For me.
Me, alone.
- Addison!
What's going on here?
- I don't know.
But I'm not sure I want to find out.
We're not here to ask questions, remember,
we're here to find the girl, dead or alive.
So the sooner we do that, the sooner we can get outta here.
- Hey Russ.
I don't think the research camp's close to the water.
- I know. It's five miles the other way.
- Hey y'all, we got turned around out here.
- It won't work. Comms are down.
- Hey.
You all right?
- Let's go.
- What the hell could have done that?
- Gran Manan, my friend.
- Hello? Hello, is there anyone there?
- What is that?
- It's a watch I found at the first body.
- Yeah?
You'll never miss an opportunity, huh?
- No, it's not like that.
See.
- Yeah, people have the same watches.
- Maybe.
- All right, nobody's answering.
Let's just get out there and find the girl.
Her name is Stacey Callahan.
- Like "The" Stanley Callahan?
- Go.
- Whatever this is, we're not prepared.
We don't have the weapons or frankly, the skillset.
You think I don't know that?
I have just as much information as you.
That's the job.
Discretion, remember?
They didn't tell me anything that I didn't tell you.
- Anyone there?
Repeat, anyone there?
- Hello, hello?
Is anybody out there?
- God damn it, it won't work.
- How do you know that?
- I just do.
- Hey, where's all that smoke coming from?
- I really hope that isn't what I think it is.
- Tag, cover.
- It's empty.
- So he's alive.
- Maybe.
- Shit. Even if he is alive,
we just lost our only way out.
- Don't shoot! Don't shoot, please, please!
- Who are you!? - I'm Dr. Garreth Young.
I'm a researcher with TSL.
What happened here!? - I don't know!
I got here right before you and, and saw this!
I, I, I, I heard you coming and hid for obvious reasons.
- What's this?
- He's a scientist. He doesn't know what happened.
- Really?
- I arrived here after the rest of my team
on a separate boat.
I, I've been looking for the research camp,
I must have started on the wrong side of the island.
Who are you?
- We were sent to you on a rescue mission.
Not for you.
Do you know Stacey Callahan?
- Come with me.
- So what do you suggest?
- That we find the camp.
See if anyone's there.
Or see if they have anything we can use to call for help.
- Did you know about this?
- No.
- Bull shit!
- Hey. Hey. Come on, fellas,
don't start that shit all right?
- What do you know you son of a bitch?
What, they give you a little extra not to say anything?
- Hey, Colt, calm the fuck down, okay?
- You don't know Russ.
How about you tell Tag about your little job
a couple years ago.
- You shut the fuck up, Colt.
- I know things. - You don't know anything.
- I know a bunch of men died under your watch.
- You don't know shit.
Shut the fuck up!
- Hey!
God damn!
You motherfuckers are worse than my kids.
Listen, y'all can work that shit out later on, all right?
As of right now, since we got no way outta here,
I think Russ is right.
We gotta get to that camp.
How you feel about that?
Russ?
- Let's go. It's getting dark.
- Well.
There's our target.
- Now we just gotta figure out how to get her out of here.
We'll set up camp here for the night.
Try to get a signal and head to the rendezvous point
in the morning.
Hello, can anybody hear me?
Hello, is anybody there?
- If you're interested.
- Yes.
Thank. you.
- No, thank you.
I know you didn't come here for me,
but I'm really not sure what I would've done
if you hadn't arrived.
- 750 grand, yo.
God damn!
Tell y'all something.
My baby girl going to college.
I ain't talking about no regular college either. Mm mm.
Talking about graduate school, med school, law school.
Sheeit.
- If we get out here.
- All right, baby, I ain't worried about it.
Going to finish the mission.
We'll find the daughter.
- If she's alive.
- They said alive or dead. They just want her home.
- Yeah, okay.
They tell you what happened here too.
I didn't think so.
She's dead, they ain't coming.
- Then we will find her alive.
Call out and they will send someone.
- May I ask you something?
What happened between you and Russ?
Why do you hate him?
- I don't know that I hate him.
He may have saved my life.
- You don't know?
- That's the problem.
Russ and I had a job together a couple years ago
and it went wrong.
Really wrong.
We were the only two to make it out alive.
First thing that I remember,
being pulled out of the water by Russ.
Some guy-
- What do you mean, the first thing you remember?
- Well.
When I came to, I couldn't remember.
- What, you couldn't remember what happened?
- I couldn't remember anything.
- Like amnesia? - Yeah.
I have hazy glimpses of old memories,
but nothing before the past couple years.
Now Russ refused to tell me anything.
Because of the Ghost Project it's been,
well, hard to find anything out.
I think.
I think I lost someone there.
Someone that I loved.
I can feel it, you know?
And I'm afraid that Russ had something to do with it.
- I'm Dex, by the way.
- Dex?
- What is it?
- This.
- Okay?
This is my journal.
- What are you afraid someone's gonna know
who your crush is?
- No, look.
These entries.
I bought this journal before we left.
My first entry was this morning.
I didn't write these.
- But this is your handwriting.
- Yeah, I know.
But I didn't write those.
- And look, the hopes good and all,
makes you feel warm inside.
Even when it ain't true.
Ain't nothing looking out for us.
Why would they?
Look at us? What we've done?
God, or the universe, don't owe us shit.
How's that fame same in the dark?
- Shut the fuck up.
- Y'all see anything?
- No.
- I got nothing.
- Man, what the hell is that?
- Do we shoot?
Russ! - Hold on.
- That thing ain't human.
- Fellas?
- Oh, hell no.
Russ, man, what the fuck was that!?
Fuck, no.
- It's impossible.
- What is?
- Okay.
So about eight years ago,
I had a cousin that went missing.
He went out into the middle of nowhere and was never seen
or heard from again.
I heard at the site that they recovered a journal
from the 1940s.
In that journal, the guy wrote about...
this kind of thing.
He'd find things, that were the same,
changed.
- Do you mind if I read this?
- Hold on.
Discretion, remember?
- Something extraordinary is clearly happening
on this island.
This journal may be the key,
not only to help us understand what happened
to all those people, to my friends,
It might also give us a clue on how to get home.
I promise. It'll stay between us.
- Guys! Come out here, quick!
- Impossible.
- You okay?
- This ain't my world. Mm mm.
I shouldn't be here.
- Listen.
Something's wrong.
Evil on this island.
And all we can do is fight and survive.
Okay?
- Yeah, yeah.
Right, uh,
walk me through the plan again.
- We find the girl. Alive.
We use the radio to call out.
Someone will get us.
- Right.
And if she's dead?
- She won't be.
- Hey, you mentioned a job a couple years ago.
- That is a long and complicated story.
- Hi Stacey.
Can you tell us what happened?
- She's in shock.
- I'm gonna continue looking through the journal.
- Russ, question for you.
- Shoot.
- Let's say we get to the camp, right?
And the girls alive, but the comms are down.
- Mm hmm. - Then what?
- Then we keep climbing until we find a signal.
- And if we still can't find one?
- We will.
- You're a confident man, Russ.
I'll give you that.
- [Russ We're here.
- No girl.
- No.
No girl.
- Hope that damn thing even works.
- Hello?
Is anybody out there?
Hello?
- Hey, Russ.
- Hey, Addison.
- How are you guys? Where are you?
- We're at the other camp.
This camp is empty. There's nothing here.
- Yeah, there are uh,
there are bodies,
everywhere.
- But, I found the girl.
Alive.
- Can I get you anything?
I don't know what's happening here on this island.
But I promise you, you're safe now.
- We got here three days ago.
We quickly realized that we couldn't leave.
We were stuck.
And then the people who got here the day before us, they.
They started getting sick.
And their bones...
they start cracking.
I turned into something awful.
When the killing started I, I just ran as far as I could.
I hid.
- Well, I'm glad you're okay.
We're gonna get you home.
- Thank you.
- Our paychecks actually depend on it.
So, thank you.
- Look, we're gonna take this radio
and we're gonna keep climbing up.
Try to make outside contact.
- Okay?
- How's Chase?
- Yeah, he's good.
- Okay.
We'll be in contact.
Be safe.
- What is that?
- It's just a journal.
Helps me make sense of things.
- What do you mean?
- I don't know.
Because of who I am,
it's just hard to figure things out, you know?
But, when I read this back later, the entries,
I can start to see patterns and,
just makes me feel a little bit less lost.
- So your friend Dex is a saint
or a little bit of a genius.
Him or some version of him continued his journals.
- What do you mean, "some version of him?"
- You need to sit down.
- I have to tell you something.
- What is it?
- There are others...
that came to kill us.
- Stay here.
- Well,
here goes nothing, right?
- Hello?
Hello, is anyone out there?
- Look, this is gonna sound crazy, but as far as I can tell,
the whole island seems to be surrounded by some sort
of wormhole and according to the journal
it tends to let things in but not out.
- So, we're trapped here?
- Maybe. Probably.
- What about the versions of Dex?
- There seems to be some sort of quantum event
on the island approximately every three days.
- Which means what?
- That the island resets itself on the outside
but not on the inside.
- I, I don't follow.
- Fuck, as in, every three days a new version of you,
Dex, myself, will all enter the island again.
Meanwhile, we will continue forward as we are now.
Hence the items.
Your friend discovered his journals
and continued the entries where a prior version
of himself left off.
- So, why isn't the island crawling with other versions of,
well, us?
Given the bodies, my guess is that surviving on the island
for longer than three days has proven to be difficult.
- Did you guys hear that?
- Unfortunately, I did.
- It's us.
- What's us?
- It's the last us.
But if it's killing everyone on the island,
some version of us.
- Hello. We are calling from a rescue mission
for Stacey Callahan.
We have her alive. I repeat, we have her alive.
We are requesting extraction.
- You hear that?
Russ.
Is he running?
What the hell!?
- You took, you, you survived for three days.
You feel that island turns us, turns every human being
into some...thing.
- What the fuck are they, clones?
- Remember. Survival.
Stop wasting bullets!
- Go!
Run!
- It's sick, you nasty motherfucker.
- What's the plan?
- No, no, no guns. I don't do guns.
- Addison?
- Guys.
Aim for the head.
Let's dance, baby.
Really? Fucking kill me.
- Fuck took you so long?
Wait!
- Nice throw.
- Thanks.
Nice shot.
The hell happened to our stuff?
- Are you okay?
- What the fuck was that!?
- I'm sorry.
- Hello, is anyone out there?
We are a rescue team requesting extraction.
- What the hell we going to do, man?
We can't be out here in the dark with those,
those, those mutant clone things around.
- Anyone.
- Man.
The last one, the, the, the mean one!
One looked like me.
It had a knife. Shit, my knife!
And it knew how to use it.
- The longer they're here, the dumber they get.
- Wha-? The longer they-
Man, how the fuck do you know that!?
Hey.
Hey!
What the hell are you not telling me man?
The fuck do you mean, "the longer they are here"?
- Hello?
- Hello!
Who is this!?
- I am a representative.
- We are a rescue team that has Stacey Callahan.
We need extraction.
- I'm sorry, but that is incorrect.
- No, we have her.
It's complicated, but we have her and she's alive.
That is incorrect.
Stacey Callahan is no longer alive.
- Yes she is. It's complicated.
But we have her. She's alive.
- The 72 hour window has closed.
Ms. Callahan is no longer a viable rescue.
- I'm telling you.
- The company would like to thank you
for your services.
Unfortunately, we've come to the decision to part ways
with the current circuit.
The island's destruction sequence will occur
in approximately 12 hours.
Again, the company thanks you for your services.
- Wait, no, wait!
Wait!
Fuck!
- Hey Russ, man,
you better start talking real fast.
What the fuck is going on?
- If you could relive your worst moment
over again and make it just 10% better,
would you?
- We should have been more careful about Stacey.
- We didn't know.
What about your boat?
The one you came here on.
- Uh,
it's parked by the shore.
It's like the helicopter.
Things go in not out around here.
- Hello, hello.
- Yeah, Tag.
- Hey. How's it going over there?
- We lost Dex
and the girl.
She turned into a, uh-
- What everyone will turn into
if we stay here much longer.
- Yeah.
- I think we came across the new versions
of whatever the hell these things are
and the longer they're here,
bigger, the nastier, the faster, the dumber,
and the uglier they get.
Think it's clear now that we're a part
of some fucked up experiment that went wrong.
Oh, and we uh, we came in contact with the company.
- Okay.
- Yeah. They ain't coming.
The uh, the island's destruction sequence or whatever.
It's going down in the morning.
- Destruction sequence?
- It could have been a recording, I don't know.
But I'll tell you one thing.
They knew she'd be gone by now.
- Hey um,
I got something I gotta tell you guys.
This isn't my first time on the island.
It's not my first time on this mission.
I went on the same mission a few years back.
One by one, we were killed by whatever those
mutant versions of us are out there.
Chase and I, we escaped the island just as it was crumbling.
When we got out there was this...light.
And then this boat.
Chase was unconscious.
Hell, he must have hit his head or something,
but when he woke up, he didn't remember anything.
And they told us it was 2021.
- Okay?
- Look, when we left for the mission,
it was October 22nd, 2023.
- That, that was yesterday.
- Of course.
It's a worm hole.
- No reason the time they got to the island
would be the same as the time they left.
- Look, when we got back,
any trace of our previous self was gone.
I thought it was best that-
I thought Chase, let's start again.
- Universe has a way of preventing paradoxes.
- Russ, why didn't you tell us?
- I tried to stop you.
Us, from coming.
- So you did send a death threat.
- If I had told you the truth, would you believe me?
As we got closer and closer to the day,
I realized that you were gonna go with or without me.
We were always gonna go.
I just thought that if,
if we could find the girl alive,
they would get us out.
I was wrong.
- Hey, Russ?
- Hey, Chase.
- How did we get out last time?
- We found an old canoe.
I already looked for it.
We paddled our asses off as fast as we could.
Left that island in our dust.
We made it out, I don't know how.
- I do.
At least, I think I do.
It's impossible to say how many times
this cycle has happened.
But I think your previous job was the first, last,
and only time that canoe was used.
And I think that canoe was here before the wormhole.
- So, how do we get through?
- The island destruction sequence.
- But why would they want to destroy the island?
- They don't want to destroy the island.
They want to destroy us.
- The destruction sequence should disable the force field.
At least temporarily.
- So if we can get the boat and drive it through
when the force field is down?
- We should be able to go through a gap
in the wormhole, yes. Theoretically.
- That's about four miles for us.
- Oh, shit.
- Why, what's wrong?
- I remember this spot.
It was crawling with big boys.
- Fuck.
And I bet these fucking nerds don't have no weapons in here.
- I believe the boat's parked right here.
- It's only three miles away.
- Let's just hope it has enough gas.
Close enough, we could make it tonight.
- It's too dangerous, not at night.
- Yeah, I agree, we should go in the morning.
- Fine. First thing.
- Hey man, have a seat. Let me talk to you real quick.
First of all,
you're a son of a bitch and I'm real angry.
- Fair enough.
- But,
unfortunately, I haven't been a great father.
And I'm hoping that my little girl,
one day, forgives me.
So, even if you do get me killed out here,
I want to learn and forgive you.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
- We're gonna do it.
- I know, man.
- Why don't you get some sleep?
- Yeah, I could use some sleep.
- Oh, shit!
- What the fuck was that?
- I'm guessing whichever scientist was in here before us.
- You need any help?
- Oh.
No. It's uh, not that bad.
Oh yeah.
- Yeah. Actually do you, do you mind?
- Yeah, sit down.
Here.
- Thank you.
- It'll sting.
Three, two...
You all right? - Mm hmm.
You know?
The night we uh, the night we met,
that was, that was about two years ago.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- You know, since uh, ever since you said it,
I think I remembered.
Not a lot. - Mm.
- But uh, I remember meeting you.
Must have been really drunk.
- I recall you being a gentleman, for the most part.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, for the most.
- Well, good.
Right.
You're all set.
- Oh, thank you.
- Hey.
I just wanna say that uh,
earlier today when we were ambushed
and I saw your face.
I'm sorry that I hesitated. I don't know.
- It's OK.
But I'm here.
Stay super close.
Hey Dr. Young.
Just outta curiosity. When did you get here?
- Don't worry about me.
We still have plenty of time.
- That's where shit hit the fan last time.
From there, it's about a mile or so up the shore.
We stick to the shoreline till we get to the boat.
- Alright.
How much time we get?
One hour.
- One hour.
I hope you're a fast runner.
- Hey! I see water.
- There it is.
- What's up, what's out there man?
- I think we're getting surrounded again.
- Oh shit!
It looked like they all came out to play.
- [Chase How are we on time?
- About an hour.
- Okay. They can make it.
How are we on gas?
- Not a lot.
Enough to get us through the gap and then maybe
to the nearest shoreline.
- Shit! I'm almost out.
- Um, uh...
Should we run?
- I think you should run.
- No man, fuck that.
Come on.
- We have 10 minutes.
We should at least distance ourselves from the shoreline.
We don't want to miss our chance.
- Where are they?
- Somewhere around here.
- You're not thinking of doing what I think you're doing?
- If we go get them,
we're gonna be just as close to the force field over there
as we are over here, right?
- I'm with next to no gas.
Chase, you can't be on board with this?
This man took the last two years of your life from you.
He dragged all of us here.
He is a liar and has done permanent damage
to all of our lives.
We need to go.
- You're the deciding vote.
- No! No!
Tag! Tag, no!
- Come here baby. Come here baby.
My baby.
- No..
- My baby.
- You gotta be kidding me.
You know you're supposed aim for the head.
- I was trying.
- I forgot you were always off by that much.
- I'm sorry.
- Save it. We gotta go.
There it is.
- We got five minutes.
- Shit, he got you.
- Go! Go!
- No, come on!
- Didn't wanna help your friend.
- No, I just knew I wasn't gonna leave him.
- So that's it.
You're cozy. How cute.
It's about to pop, you need to fucking go.
- No!
You saved my life.
- Listen! Addison.
I was there the day you guys met at that party.
She's your girl.
That's the day we left here.
The old you disappeared.
I was there at your wedding.
I was there for everything, she is your everything!
- We have three minutes, we have to go!
- He'll be here.
- I'm sorry.
I really didn't want to do this.
- Fucking go.
- Give 'em hell.
Hey! Maybe I'll see you on the next one.
- I'm sorry! We are out of time!
We're gonna be safe.
It's happening!
No! Don't you go looking!
- Hey!
All right, big boy.
- We're not gonna make it!
- We're gonna make it!
- Chase!?
Chase!
Chase, Chase, come here.
Hi.
- Swimming.
What happened?
Who are you?
- Chase was unconscious.
Now, he must have hit his head or something,
but when he woke up he didn't remember anything.
- One moment.
- Hey, hey, it's okay, you're okay.
Alright, come on.
- What happened? - Settle down.
- Where am I?
- You're lucky kid.
I found you unconscious and floating out there.
What were you doing?
- If I told you the truth,
would you have believed me?
Now, Chase, you can start again.
If you could relive your worst moment over again,
make it just 10% better, would you?
- You look like shit, Chase.
- How do you know that name?
- I know a lot about you.
- Yeah? Okay.
- To Chase, or any future survivor.
If you're reading this letter, the plan didn't work.
But hopefully you'll understand why I did what I did.
The day we escaped the island
I chose to hide and let you go alone.
It seemed better than staying
and trying to tell you the truth you'd never believe.
One that would push you away, forever.
We need to go back.
Son of a bitch.
Russ was right. They're going with or without us.
We were never supposed to escape.
We're lab rats sent to the island for trial after trial
in their search for a perfect soldier.
But this time, this time, we'll be ready.
We're coming for everyone.
And then, we're coming for them.
Get in the car.
- Where are we going?