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(youth choir singing):

♪ Oh beautiful ♪

♪ For spacious skies ♪

♪ For amber waves ♪

♪ Of grain ♪

♪ For purple mountains ♪

♪ Majesties ♪

♪ Above the fruited plain ♪

♪ America ♪

♪ America... ♪

(grunts)

♪ Grace on thee ♪

♪ And crown thy good... ♪

Hello, there,

old friend.

Please have a seat.

I have really

been

looking forward to showing

you

what I've done with the

place.

Is this really what you wanted,

Dreyfuss?

The death of democracy?

Only a washed-up Founding Father

could... (chuckles)

...possibly mourn the loss

of something

so criminally ineffectual.

You take this off for one minute

and I will show you mourning.

Once a patriot,

always a patriot.

Do you know what I've come to

learn over the years, Mr. Crane?

People... by and large,

people are herd animals.

When it comes

right down to it,

most people, they really

don't want to bear the burden

of governing

themselves.

Deep down, most people

are violently opposed

to the effort it takes

to think for themselves.

Do you know what

all of the willingly

helpless,

bleating sheep

really want,

more than anything else?

A shepherd.

You mean tyrant.

Actually, I prefer Emperor.

Czar, perhaps?

Monarch, maybe.

Whatever rolls off the

tongue.

(grunts)

JOBE:

Malcolm?

Malcolm?

Malcolm?

Can you hear me?

Another vision?

Either that,

or the Headless Horseman

had some serious LSD

galloping in

his bloodstream.

(laughs)

Oh, Jobe.

Jobe, Jobe, Jobe, Jobe...

it was spectacular.

So the plan

you've set in motion...

My plan,

not to boast,

but I am destined

to become the best thing

that has ever happened

to America.

Hello, America.

My name is Ichabod Crane,

and I have a message

for all and asunder.

MOLLY: Okay,

you're not doing it right...

What do you mean

I'm not doing it right?

What am I doing...

You cannot hold

it so

close

to your face, there won't

be any room for a caption.

Well, maybe I don't want a...

Oh.

Oh.

Hmm. Ah, well.

Time for an upgrade.

DIANA: Molly,

what do you say?

I'm sorry, Mr. Crane.

Please, no need.

If anything, I

should apologize.

Whilst I am an expert

in many

fields,

I should have acknowledged

that you, Miss Molly,

are the master of the sacred

ritual of the selfie.

Your generation is so weird.

(chuckles)

My generation?

You know, people try

to put us down...

just because we get around.

What?

Who?

Nice one.

Why don't you try

take two?

Why not?

Uh, in a sec,

I just want to post this

to Mr. Crane's

new Picagram account.

Obliged.

DIANA:

Thanks for coming today.

Oh, no, not at all.

After the occurrences of

late,

'tis a pleasure

to enjoy a diversion.

No kidding.

Witnesses, wolf-dads...

It's important for Molly to know

she's still a kid.

No child should have to bear

the weight of the mantle

that Miss

Molly

has inherited.

I posted it.

Jolly good.

Though, it's kind of

pointless

since you don't have

any followers.

Well, there is

more to life

than amassing followers,

Miss Molly.

Social media is rife

with, what, cat videos?

But just imagine

what could

be achieved,

what grand heights

could be scaled

were a true

leader

like Jefferson

or Lincoln alive today.

What if they had access

to Facebook and Picagram

and Snapchat?

We have an

opportunity,

an opportunity to spread a

noble message far and

wide.

So

instead of gathering

followers

to hashtag selfies...

Oh, my God, Logan's here!

Oh, okay,

just wait for us.

I'm honestly nothing

without my followers.

Seriously, thank you.

Thank you.

I watched several

of Mr. McDonald's videos

in preparation

for this event.

Found them rather mundane.

Tell me about it.

Diatribes on acne, dating,

gossip, lip gloss.

You guys don't get it.

He's really funny

and he knows what it's like

to feel different.

My parents

don't get it, either.

Can I borrow your phone?

Okay.

(girl yells)

We love you!

(camera snaps)

There you go.

(laughs)

Well, great.

(fans gasp and scream)

Mom, what is happening to

him?

WOMAN:

Someone help him!

MAN:

Somebody call 911!

WOMAN:

He needs a doctor!

(sizzling)

No pictures!

No pictures!

Logan needs help!

Can you move back?

Move... move back.

Move back, please.

We got to get

him out of here.

Careful, careful.

Something about

his

ailment is amiss.

I'll investigate

further.

I'll take Molly home

and I'll meet up with you

as soon as possible.

Understood

Come on,

we

have to

go.

CRANE:

Pardon me.

Excuse me.

So, seriously, Mom?

Security cameras?

Hey, if demonic creatures

and dark forces

are gonna be crossing our paths,

I'm gonna see 'em first, in HD.

Well, what if

it's an invisible monster?

JENNY:

This should help.

Celtic Shield

Knot,

used by ancient Druids

to ward off shades,

were-beasts

and

wandering spirits.

And it's not tacky at all.

I like it.

I'm gonna go check on updates

on Logan.

All right. Hey, you hungry?

Uh, yeah, sure.

Okay.

Usually more inquisitive.

An Internet celebrity

she

follows

came down with

something.

Crane's checking it out

at the hospital now.

So, not the common cold.

Lately, is it ever?

I'm gonna go to the hospital

after Clara

comes.

I can stay with Molly.

Thanks,

but the nanny's

just a couple blocks away.

I know, but...

I'd appreciate the chance

to get to know Molly better.

I can take her

out to my trailer,

we can make a whole day

out of it.

Look, I know you're shaken

by what went down

with the whole fake dad thing,

but all the defense in the world

is not gonna make a difference

if we treat this thing

with kid gloves.

I have a lot I can teach her.

You're not gonna teach

her how to shoot bazookas

or use

throwing

stars, are

you?

Actually,

I was thinking we might

just start with a pizza.

Molly?

MOLLY:

Yeah?

I'm headed to the hospital.

I'm gonna check on Logan.

Jenny's gonna stay here

and order lunch, okay?

Cool, can she teach me how

to use throwing stars?

You have my number.

Please call me

if you need anything.

Yeah.

Oh, my God, you want to see

the creepiest video ever?

I can't stop

watching it.

It's like Chewbacca Mask Lady

meets Bad Lip Reading.

(chuckles)

Something tells me you and I

have vastly different

definitions of "creepy."

Oh, come on. Check it.

This guy I follow on Picagram

posted it an hour ago.

(purrs, groans, chuckles)

How old are you again?

Excuse me, do you

have anything

from Provence?

(chuckles)

You know, it's just...

(laughs)

this Napa rosé's a little too

fruit-forward for my palate.

You know your pink wine.

I'm sorry.

Missy.

I'm Jake.

(both mouthing)

She a friend of yours?

Yeah, yeah,

we came here together.

Oh, oh, I'm sorry,

no, no, not like, like,

together-together,

but in a...

the same car together.

Just as friends, yeah.

We, um, we planned

these simultaneous Tinder dates.

Yeah. Just promised

to have each other's backs,

in case things

got a little awkward,

we could just slide in

and save each other.

Except, um, yeah,

my date stood me up.

Oh...

Don't say I never

gave you

anything.

And, um,

for the

record.

it's not me, it's you.

(groaning, people gasping)

What did

you

say to him?

I'm not saying

that guy had

Zika,

but I know a thing or

two about

diseases,

and that guy looked like

he

had a scary-ass case of Zika.

Is that who I think it is?

Master Wells.

I'm here to

investigate a young man

who's experienced what appeared

to be a supernatural seizure.

What, a rash growing up his arms

with glowing tendrils?

It's tendrilitis?

Oh, please,

no.

Is that a thing?

He's kind of weird about germs.

We came here

because we saw a guy

with the same freaky

symptoms.

Yeah, her Tinder date.

Dude. Is that really

necessary information

that needs to be shared?

It seems many others

have been

admitted

with the same symptoms.

Which room might I find

your paramour?

Tinder date.

Well...

Room B14.

(quietly):

B14.

I'd take salmonella over a

supernatural disease any day.

Well, just because Crane's here

doesn't mean

it's definitely supernatural.

I mean, there are dozens

of biological explanations

for these sort of symptoms.

Trust me,

it's monster flu.

(woman screams)

(Brad bellowing)

(demonic voice):

I hear your call.

I will join you.

You can't be in here!

(yelling)

(fire alarm ringing)

I really hate it

when you're right.

♪ ♪

Good, just keep me posted

with any new information

you get, okay? Thank you.

The CDC reports similar cases

all around the Washington area.

They're testing every virus

and bacteria known to man;

no hits so far.

Someone with similar symptoms

just burst into flames

in Silver Spring.

They started a fire

that burned down

the whole wing of a hospital.

Look, these are isolated cases,

but if this keeps spreading,

this whole city could

burn to the ground.

Which may have been precisely

what happened the last time

this affliction reared

its head in Washington.

Master Wells, would you kindly

search the Secret Histories

for any entries penned

by Paul Jennings?

Of course.

Yes.

During the War of 1812,

the British forces

invaded Washington, D.C.

Now, 'tis common knowledge they

burned down the White House,

the Capitol Building--

in fact, half the city.

There have been thousands of

fires in D.C. over the years.

But very few have coincided

with the outbreak

of a virulent disease.

Documentation of

these tragic events

was penned, not by

President Madison,

but by a young servant

called Paul Jennings.

Servant, yes,

and White House slave.

Jennings was a great mind

who refused to be held back

by the mores of the day.

Look at this.

CRANE: According to

Master Jennings' account,

the morning the city burned,

pamphlets were hammered up

across the capital,

hours before

the British army attacked.

These were more than

a warning of British intent.

All those who

read

the pamphlets

came down with

a mysterious illness.

Whilst many turned their

backs

on the afflicted,

fearing cholera,

Master Jennings and the rest

of the White House staff

flung open their doors and

vowed to conquer this

epidemic

by any means necessary.

With symptoms

ranging from high fevers

to pulsing hot rashes,

Master Jennings

labeled the sickness

"Influenza Incendium,"

or "Fire Flu."

I must join you.

Be still, let us tend to you.

Mother of mercy.

(demonic voice):

I will join you.

I will join you in the

flames!

(demonic

bellowing

and crackling)

CRANE:

Paul Jennings was a hero.

And also, it seems,

the only one who understood

that a cursed pamphlet

caused the outbreak

of this dread influenza.

For this plague is spread

not by biological means...

but by language.

Well, that may have worked

in the War of 1812,

but nobody reads

pamphlets now.

Not unless they're

140 characters or

less.

I think I know

how it's spreading.

My Tinder date was telling me

about this video

that he watched,

before he got sick.

It was posted on some kid named

Logan MacDonald's Picagram feed.

My guess is that somebody

hacked his account

and then embedded

the pamphlet's curse

into the video's source code.

Meaning that

whoever watches it

could get infected by this

Fire Flu that burned Washington.

Oh, my God.

Molly.

(softly):

Okay.

This is a real

viral video.

Has to be

Dreyfuss.

It does indeed.

But hunting Dreyfuss now

would be a costly

distraction.

This curse is

out.

And we must contain it.

(phone line ringing)

Hello?

Jenny, put Molly on,

right now.

Hey, your mom wants to talk.

Hello?

Honey...

did you watch any videos

posted by Logan MacDonald?

Uh, Mom, no, why?

Did you?

Uh, no, why?

Jenny and I have been out

hiking, hanging in her trailer.

This is seriously

the best day

ever.

Okay.

All right, honey, just, uh...

you can put Jenny back on.

Yeah?

There's a viral video

going around, it's infecting

people with an ancient curse.

Can you just make sure

that Molly's nowhere near

phones or computers today?

You got

it,

no

problem.

Jenny,

thank you.

Okay, so, can we get back to

this whole Witness test

thing?

Yeah, but, actually, it is

an ancient Buddhist tradition

used to help acolytes

determine which path to follow.

Anyone can use it who has

a question in their heart

they need answered,

not just Witnesses.

So, Buddhists like bananas?

Technically, it's supposed

to be a

persimmon.

A symbol of joy

in the harvest.

Use your

imagination.

Okay,

close

your eyes.

Breathe in through your nose.

(inhales)

Out through your mouth.

(exhales)

Each one

of

these objects

gives off a distinct vibration.

Your mind should be tuned

to receive one of them.

You watched it.

Didn't you?

He kept

insisting.

I just... I-I wanted him

to shut up, so I hit play.

And now...

Whatever this Fire Flu

is, Jake...

...I'm infected.

I fear the worst, Agent

Thomas.

If this video

truly has gone viral,

thousands of lives could

hang in the balance.

Well, not even the government

can shut down the Internet.

I have heard great

orators of yore make hay

from more dire situations

than this, Agent Thomas.

Sometimes all the people need

are some words of leadership.

People of Washington!

Switch off your mobile devices!

They are

dangerous!

Your mobile

device

is now a weapon!

Switch them off!

Now

Could've told you

that wasn't gonna work.

MAN:

Hey, hey. Stop.

(car honks)

Stop!

Stop!

You're gonna get

yourself killed!

Relax.

(woman groaning)

She's

infected.

(flames burst, woman screams)

We can fix this.

I have to get out of here.

If I don't, I

could

burn this place down,

I could burn you.

We'll figure it out as soon

as Crane and Diana come back.

Yeah, and what

if we can't?

Look, my Tinder date said

that he watched the video

an hour before he got sick.

And I'm at, I'm at...

I'm at 55

minutes.

I won't let you

go

through this alone, okay?

Jake, I'm not your

responsibility, okay?

You are my friend, Alex.

And we're in this

together,

whatever this is.

(yells)

What are you

doing?

Alex.

Stop!

Wait!

Open the do...

Open it!

Alex! Alex!

Damn it!

Alex, she's infected.

she ran off down the tunnels.

What is going on?

She watched the video

an hour ago.

She is burning

up.

If she's in the tunnels,

she's entered a maze.

She could emerge

anywhere in the city.

(ringtone plays)

Alex, where

the

hell are you?

Don't try to come after me.

If you want to help,

just find a cure.

Alex, we can do that

with you here.

No. Moving, it...

it helps.

GHOSTLY VOICE:

Alex...

If I just follow the voice...

What voice?

GHOSTLY VOICE:

I need... you...

Alex?

A-Alex!

She's gone.

But she's alive.

And as long as she is,

we can find a

cure.

Now, the first

course of action

lies here in the Vault,

so we will need

your expertise, Master Wells.

The contagion has been

stopped in the past,

it can be stopped again.

Master Wells.

(inhales, exhales)

You need to focus.

You

understand?

Yes, sir.

Good man.

DIANA:

Jake.

Just now, on the street,

we saw an infected woman.

Her back was glowing, it

looked like a

triangle,

with

Arabic

writing around it.

(quietly):

Arabic...

Arabic...

I know that symbol.

I've seen one just like that

in the Histories.

JAKE:

Where is it?

Here.

Very good, Master Wells.

Of course.

This is Master Jennings'

handwriting.

Okay, we're on

the right trail.

It seems Master Jennings

had other duties beyond those

in his work for the Madisons.

He was, in fact,

an operative of Agency 355.

He worked in this very vault.

CRANE:

He was not the only one.

There was a team.

Samuel Wilson,

butcher and patriot,

who would go down in history

as the legendary "Uncle Sam."

Davy Crockett,

frontiersman, congressman,

and hero

of the Texas Revolution.

Master Paul Jennings,

White House

slave,

and eventually,

a freed abolitionist.

And Sacagawea,

Native American guide,

and the real powerhouse

behind the famed

Lewis and Clark Expedition.

It seems their exploits

were legion,

and described in this volume.

The truest expression

of Washington's dream...

Okay, normally,

I'd be right there with you,

geeking out, Mr. Crane,

but how is this gonna help Alex?

Well, it says

here

Master Jennings' experiments

with the cursed Pamphlet

soon revealed

that the hex in question was

the curse of an Arabian demon

known as a Djinn.

Or as the French

would come to call it,

genie.

Finally a monster I know.

Okay, so we're after

a blue guy that grants wishes

and lives in a lamp?

No, a PG version, maybe.

Real Djinn are said to be

very, very powerful demons

made of smokeless,

scorching fire.

Here.

The curse transmits

the symbol of the Djinn

onto the flesh who read it.

They are then compelled

to find the Djinn's lair...

...where it consumes their

life force with his flames.

Alex is on her way to burn and

I could've stopped her just now?

No. No you could not.

Restraining

the

cursed is futile.

Jake, had you successfully

held her back...

She would've burst into flames.

You-you said that Jennings

and his crew stopped this thing.

How?

CRANE:

With the city burning,

the Vault team knew

that their only hope

of finding the Djinn

was for one of its own

to read the pamphlet

and take on its fatal curse.

In the end, the task fell

to Samuel Wilson,

who took the infection

upon himself,

allowing the others to follow

him to the Djinn's nest.

Once there, Mr. Jennings used

an ancient tome

of weather magiks

to summon a powerful tempest.

He flooded

the Djinn's lair

and struck it down

with unholy lightning.

"The Storm

That

Saved Washington."

The very same. Here.

The White House

fire of 1814

was quelled

by a sudden thunderstorm.

A-And Uncle Sam.

Did he survive the infection?

Many people have.

Remember that.

But...

in this instance, no.

By the time the team arrived,

Wilson had been consumed.

Master Wells.

No. Not...

No, not this time.

No, not today.

Not Alex.

(distorted

voice):

Burn.

You burn...

You must burn for me.

You must join the eternal flame.

I am ready to burn with you.

A good man named August Corbin

showed me this ritual.

He wanted to help guide me,

to show me that even when life

feels like it's spinning

out of control,

I can always find a way back.

But what if I choose

the wrong one?

There is no wrong choice.

All of these paths have

value.

Just listen to your heart

and you'll choose true.

What does it

mean?

When I did this ceremony,

I picked the crossbow.

Chose the destiny

of a warrior.

But the bowl means that the path

laid out before you,

should you choose to walk it,

is that of an oracle.

Someone with insight

into people's minds,

someone able to

see

into people's

souls

as easily as looking

into a mirror.

(bowl ringing)

Oh.

Pretty.

Be

careful.

I know it doesn't

look like much...

Molly? Molly?

Can you hear me?

JENNY (echoing):

Molly...

Molly!

Talk to me. Are you okay?

I saw something terrible.

It-it was Mr. Crane,

but he was so... he was so old,

and so... and so alone,

and...

As soon as we find Alex,

we hit her with this.

It's a special blend

of acetaminophen

and North African wormwood,

courtesy of Jenny's

alternative medicine cabinet.

Should cause a rapid drop

in body temperature.

Very good, Agent Thomas.

Master Wells and I

have been busy assembling

the

necessaries

to battle the Djinn.

Only problem is we still

don't

know how to find this thing.

I tried tracing that video

back to its original IP,

you know, find the Djinn

at its source code,

but whoever hacked Logan

MacDonald's account

knows their stuff.

Which is why I

must

take the curse

upon myself and lead you there.

Just as Mr. Samuel Wilson did

many years ago.

Crane, we can't let you do that.

I am a Witness,

a title that has never been

more apropos.

I have a responsibility.

To witness this curse,

to ward off evil,

and to ensure that none of

you

become casualties

of a supernatural war

you did not choose to fight.

So.

I'm sorry, Mr. Crane,

but... I made my own choice,

and I'm pretty sure

you're not gonna like it.

You already watched it.

Just 20 minutes ago.

Jake..

Why would you do that?

We could've found anyone

who was infected

and put a GPS on their ankle.

Every second that we waste,

Alex moves one step closer

to those flames,

and this was the fastest way

to track her down.

Besides...

...she would've done

the same thing for me.

CRANE:

Samuel Wilson

and the Agency of yore

would be most proud of you,

Master Wells.

Through your gallantry,

their legacy endures.

Oh, there's nothing

gallant about it.

I'm a germophobe with a

supernatural virus inside of me.

I'm scared to death.

But I can't let Alex

go through this alone.

(grunting)

Jake? Jake?

Jake?

Stay with us. Can you hear

me?

I hear a voice.

The Djinn summons him.

(gasping)

I know where Alex is.

You certain this is the

place?

Yeah. I know what I saw.

Might be right.

I think I saw this place

on a list

of Dreyfuss's holdings.

They're gonna turn it

into a server farm.

What farm?

It's where the Internet happens.

Big place for the Djinn

to spread its infection.

Hey, if this thing

takes control of me,

you get Alex out,

no matter

what.

We will get both of you out.

No. See, I don't

think you heard

me.

If something happens

and I become one

of

those infected things,

I want you to forget about me

and you do whatever it takes

to get her to safety,

okay?

And, look,

if I don't make it out...

my complete wave one Captain

Beast Smash Force action figures

collection must stay mint

in the box forever.

All right? No kid's dirty little

paws can ever touch them.

Understand?

You have my word.

Then let's do this.

(people muttering incoherently)

There's so many of them.

Alex! You in here?

Alex!

(people groaning, muttering)

How did a storm

save the city from that?

Master Logan lives.

And Alex!

Alex!

Hey, Genie!

Over here!

We will all burn together

in his flames.

Jake?

(Diana grunts)

Jake. Ah!

DIANA:

Crane!

Watch out!

Crane, where are you?

(grunts)

Agent Thomas!

'Tis time to summon

that lightning!

Come.

(echoing):

You must burn for me.

You must join...

Jake.

...the eternal flame.

DIANA: Crane,

I don't have a shot.

Jake!

CRANE:

Agent Thomas!

(screaming)

DIANA:

Crane, you with me?

Jake? Alex?

Somebody talk to me.

(people

muttering)

We good?

Never better.

I can't... I can't hear

his voice in my head anymore.

You?

No

I am so never using

a dating app again.

Hey.

Hey.

So... you saved me.

Yeah, well, apparently,

you saved me,

too.

Sure, but... after you saved me.

(laughs)

Who's splitting hairs?

Thanks, Jake.

You really came through for me.

Did you think I wouldn't?

No, it's not that I didn't.

It's just...

you risked everything for me,

and no one's ever done anything

like that for me before.

It's... it's okay.

You'll hit me back, right?

Yeah. I'll hit you back.

Sure you're not

still feeling feverish?

Shut up.

DIANA: Oh.

We can come back.

No, we good.

Yeah, no, we're all good.

Where did this come from?

You'd be amazed what this place

has in its storage closet.

Huh.

Davy Crockett?

What did I miss?

Turns out our agency

has a

pedigree.

Paul Jennings,

Davy Crockett, Sacagawea.

Every one of them is

an American hero,

and they all worked right here

in this room together.

ALEX: I always

thought Daniel Boone

was the one

who wore the fur cap.

Ah, technically,

they both did.

Guys, you're missing the

point.

We are the occupational

descendent

of real

heroes.

You don't seem...

yourself.

No, I'm fine, fine.

If I'm honest, Agent

Thomas...

...a heavy burden

weighs upon

me.

"This letter of

Mark and Reprisal

"empowers me as First President

of the United States

to appoint Captain Ichabod Crane

Commanding Officer to..."

George Washington put you

in charge of this agency?

Look at them.

Oh, yeah, for sure.

They are true of

heart.

They fought bravely today.

What of tomorrow's

battles?

Or the next?

JAKE:

...but that's just me.

What if my war on evil...

leads one of them

to an early

grave?

That's just leadership,

Crane.

Perhaps.

Those decisions should

wait for another day.

Compatriots.

Heroes all.

Might I suggest

we gather for a moment,

and celebrate today's victory

in the great tradition

of 355 agents of yore...

with a commemorative... selfie!

Are we smiling?

I never smile.

I'm smiling.

Say "prunes."

Who says prunes?

Uh, back in the day,

people did say "prunes"

instead of "cheese."

Yeah, puckered lips were

really cool back then.

I miss normal people.

Prunes!

Prunes!

That's good.

(all laugh)

It's blurry.

You're blurry.

(Diana laughs)

Thank you so much for

looking after Molly.

Yeah, of course.

How was

it?

It was great...

(chuckles)

...but, uh, we were...

doing a meditation and she

saw something that scared her.

A vision, and

Crane was in it,

but he wasn't himself.

He was old,

and tired and very, very afraid.

What does it

mean?

I think... something's

coming.

Not something, Miss Jenny.

Someone.

That server

farm--

it's owned by a subsidiary

of Dreyfuss Enterprises.

We know he summoned

this creature

and ravaged our noble city

with its pestilence.

The only question

remaining...

is why?

Stars.

Stars are so passé,

don't you think?

I much prefer the

Ansa.

Did you know the Hindus

used the Ansa

to symbolize life after

death?

Very nice, Malcolm.

On the downside,

your outbreak

has been contained.

The security footage

at the server farm

shows Ichabod Crane and his team

managing to infiltrate...

Whoa. Team?

Is that really

what you'd

call

that merry

band

of degenerates, Jobe?

I have witnessed

the future in motion,

and there is nothing

that Crane and his so-called...

uh, sorry, what was it again?

Team.

...team can do

to stop this future

from unfolding,

now that I am assembling

a team...

of my own.

I'm afraid you're

right, Jobe.

Crane--

he did manage

to stop the outbreak,

but not before I got

everything I needed from it.

(footsteps approaching)

A hero's welcome

to the man of the hour!

(laughs)

Yes, our very own...

patient zero.

(laughs)

He who sent the Picagram

heard 'round the world.

Every second I feel stronger,

like I'm leaving my body

and becoming something more.

So much more, Logan.

Are the others

here yet?

Patience, patience,

my overzealous millennial.

(laughs)

We're still waiting for a few

more of your brethren to rise.

America...

wasn't built in a day.

She won't be brought

to her knees in one day, either.

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