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- Serum activation should begin now.

Excellent.

Even more violent than I'd imagined.

Our customers will be pleased, don't you think?

Glad you agree.

Come.

- Hydro, what was that?

- The intel track cyborg has been activated, Domina.

- The altered units?

- That is correct.

- Z must be out of his mind.

The way he has them programmed, they'll turn against him.

Be lucky if he isn't ripped apart.

- Five different models, a thousand of each.

Total carnage.

Uncontrolled fury.

What more could anyone ask?

Call the maintenance droids.

I want this mess cleaned up at once.

And the evidence incinerated.

- Shall I disengage the monitors

in his laboratory, Domina'?

- Don't be a fool.

Let's just keep an eye on what he's up to,

'til I'm ready to unveil my creation to the world.

Z can play with his pathetic toys.

- Forgive me, Domina.

I didn't mean to.

- No harm done, Hydro.

Just remember, everything Z and his people

have ever worked on started in my laboratory.

Everything, including you.

- Yes, Domina.

- Z...that thieving swine.

-Z.

What the hell happened?

- Haynes.

I thought the lab was empty.

- So did I.

These are Delta Sevens.

They weren't ready for activation.

Where are the other three?

- Security is retrieving them,

probably at this very moment.

No harm done.

- Just a goddamn minute.

I've spent the last year on these cyborgs

and you've reduced them to a pile of scrap.

- My scrap, doctor.

Your work is done for the benefit of my corporation.

If you wish to keep your position,

you'll forget everything you've seen here.

- Paul.

What was all that noise downstairs?

- Hold on.

Z activated the Delta Sevens.

They went berserk.

" How?

Why?

- There's an alien molecule in the fluid system.

(keyboard clacking)

- Euphoron.

Who the hell would introduce a narcotic into their system?

- Electro-mechanical malfunctions.

Anti-organic reactions

triggered by pre-programmed sexual response.

See if the mutations escaped.

- Who are you calling?

- Matt Hiker.

- A mercenary?

- Those cyborgs can't be stopped by ordinary means.

Damn, he doesn't answer.

- Doctor Haynes,

we've been ordered to detain you and your sister

for illegal mutation of the Delta Sevens.

- Run, Darla!

- Matt Hiker?

- Yeah.

- I'm in trouble.

- You bet you are, sweetheart.

- Thanks for knocking.

- What is that?

- They aren't human.

- No kidding.

- Got a cigarette?

Thanks.

I just took a chance you'd be here.

My brother and I are in trouble.

He told me to come to you.

- Did he tell you I'm expensive?

- Yeah, I know.

You worked with him one time in Istanbul.

His name's Paul.

Paul Haynes.

- Haynes?

Saved my neck on that job.

Guess I owe him one.

Fill me in.

- I hardly know where to begin.

- What do you want already?

- Okay-

Paul's head of research at lnteltrax.

He designed a new line of cyborgs,

the Delta Sevens, for hazardous occupations.

A few hours ago, three of the Deltas malfunctioned.

Someone had introduced euphoron into their system.

- Euphoron?

Who'd wanna get robots high?

- I don't know, but apparently the drug decays

and mutates the psycho sexual response programs,

corrupting the reasoning cortex.

- What's that in English?

- They kill for pleasure.

Where's Paul now?

- He's being detained by lnteltrax security.

- They can't do that, can they?

- lnteltrax has a government contract.

They can hold anyone for 72 hours

since the federation act of --

- Of two years ago.

Ever since the space shuttle sex murders.

If you can't stop the mutants, Riker,

who knows how many innocent people they'll murder'?

- I'll give it a try.

These two weren't so tough.

- The Deltas have five times their strength.

They also have a limited telepathic power,

allowing them to sense potential harm.

- Meaning?

- Well, as long as you're hunting them...

- They'll be hunting me'?

No.

No, no, no, I don't think so.

I just remembered I have another gig this weekend.

But a know a couple of guys who work real cheap.

Just kidding.

— You okay?

- Yes.

That poor girl.

- Easy come, easy go.

- How can you say that?

- Relax.

She's a pleasure droid.

Last year's model.

I smell euphoron.

They must have been pumped full of it.

Seems to me an old friend of mine is on the euphoron trail

for the feds.

(crowd laughing)

- Go get her.

She looks like your type.

(audience laughing)

Let's get some of that action.

- Look out for behind you, Elaine!

What's the matter with you?

Don't touch the lady. - All right, yeah, come on!

- Get her, get her.

Come on, get her!

Get her, get her! Come on, get her!

All right, yeah, yeah!

- Come on, let's get out of here.

- Thank you, thank you.

The next show starts at midnight,

if anyone's still conscious.

Hello, Riker.

Catch my act?

- Just the encore.

Darla Haynes, meet Elaine Eliot,

private op, bounty hunter, dancer of the Seven Veils.

- Nice, Riker.

Business or pleasure?

- Business.

Blotter job, two targets. You in'?

- Maybe.

Official federation sanctions or private contract?

- It's private.

Personal favor.

- Well, that's real sentimental.

But I'd want my usual fee.

- I'll cover you.

- Human targets?

" Cyb0rgs.

- Mutants.

Psychosexual killers.

- Are you still on that euphoron case'?

- Yeah.

Funny, the drug keeps getting smuggled in

from the lunar colonies,

but someone is buying it out, forwarding it.

The regular users are getting jumpy.

There's a huge load piling up somewhere.

- The mutants have euphoron in their systems.

- Is Johnny Felix in town'?

- Yeah.

He's got some new toys, might come in handy.

- Okay, call him and come around my place soon as you can.

- Riker, how do I find these mutants?

- You don't.

They find you.

- Hydro, put me through to Z.

" Yes?

- Z, how good to hear your voice.

It's been such a long time.

So much blood under the bridge.

- What is it, Domina'?

- Z, as your old colleague,

as well as your ex-partner,

I thought I might have some information

that would be of interest to you.

But if I'm mistaken, please don't let me disturb you.

- You've been playing these games

for too many years, Domina.

Now, what is it?

Do you want something from me

or are you planning something that's going to hurt me?

- That genetic strain you introduced into your Delta Sevens?

It's about to cause you a few more problems

than you anticipated.

- What do you know about it?

- Enough to know that you've got Matt Riker

and his merry band on your case, baby.

- What are you talking about?

- Z, you've made it very difficult for those of us

who like to use euphoron as our favorite entertainment.

And I for one feel that I must go on record

as telling you that I resent it.

I really do.

- You're so euphoroned out right now,

you don't know what you're talking about.

- Maybe.

And maybe not.

I do know that Riker's picking up some private ops

to take out your runaways.

- What's in this for you?

- You realize that once those cyborgs get blottered,

the trail will lead directly back to you.

- What do you want, Domina'?

- Euphoron, 50 kilos.

My laboratory tomorrow.

- Fifty kilos?

You'll be dead by sundown.

- I like to plan ahead.

Do you mind?

- And just what do I get from all of this?

- Well, a couple of things.

For starters, you might like to train your nearest cyborg

on the op that's about to leave this location.

- Where are you?

- We got a deal?

- Deal.

- What?

I'm eating.

- It's Elaine.

Track me.

I'm near the Inferno and I have a very unpleasant boyfriend.

- God, you know, you and your man problems.

- Felix, if you don't move your ass,

I'm gonna end up on a slab.

- Cool, Elaine, I'm here.

I got you,babe.

I'll be there in exactly 85 seconds.

- That would be nice.

Come on, you juicer slime bags, take your pick.

- Cut her some slack.

- Let's get outta here.

Unless you've got some big artillery on you,

this thing's too heavy a hitter.

* Me?

Whoa.

- See what I mean?

- Got you.

Perhaps another time.

- I hate it when men save me.

- Oh, great.

Well, excuse me for living.

- Come on, Johnny, you know what I mean.

It's humiliating.

I am a fully accredited federations operative.

I passed tests.

- Look, Elaine,

we all need help once in a while.

- Even Riker'?

- Riker...

Riker's different.

- Yeah, well, as of tonight, I'm just real glad I know an op

with a phone implant in his ear.

- Yeah, it's real convenient.

And if I don't pay my bill, what can they do?

Cut off my ear?

- Excuse me, Domina.

- What is it, Hydro?

- I thought you should know

the female operative has escaped.

- What?

- One of Matt Riker's associates came to her aid.

- And the cyborg?

- It is still at large.

- Good.

Then my deal with Z still stands.

It's not my fault if his creations aren't

as well-programmed as you.

- Thank you, Domina.

- I often thought I should have stayed

with the Delta Sixes, Hydro.

You were all so dependable, so trustworthy,

so impervious to rust.

- Thank you, Domina.

- Now, you're the last one left.

All the others turned to scrap.

Z...Z had to be greedy.

He always wanted more.

Well, he's about to find out

that it was more than he could ever handle.

- I've tracked and logged four murders

in the last 85 minutes.

All in the same quadrant,

kill methods identical,

and traces of euphoron.

Looks like one of these creepoids is out on the job.

" Cyb0rgs_

Paul would die if he knew.

He never intended the Delta Sevens to kill.

- Someone did.

All right, Felix, let's see your bag of tricks.

- Something I got you here for these...

- Cyborgs.

- Right, cyborgs, cyborgs.

Now, here's what I got for you.

Tracking device.

You've used them before.

I just saved Elaine's ass with one.

Darla.

These trackers are built on a standard parlex board.

You think you can adjust them

to pick up the mutants' responder frequency?

- No problem.

- Riker, you and I will take the tracker's program

to the jelly heads.

Now, this baby's zeroed in

on the molecular structure of euphoron.

It'll lead you to any quantity over 10 kilos.

- Terrific.

Got any other gizmos of interest?

- You bet.

This is one of my favorites.

Watch.

This is a time delay explosive device.

You can set it from anywhere from three minutes on down

and it has a robot device.

- Meaning what?

- Meaning that you can get it to go into places

that you can't get into.

Plus, if it gets really tight,

this little sucker goes into overdrive.

See what I mean?

According to all our data,

we have two of these thingies left out there.

I've coded the remaining mutants Alpha and Beta.

Alpha was the one who attacked Elaine.

I want him.

- I'll take Beta.

- You got it.

Uptown, in Spanish Harlem.

I'll fly to Alpha.

He's east.

Somewhere on the Lower East Side.

- Okay, I'm gone.

You guys check in with me when you nail these two things.

- What about me'? And Paul?

- You stay here until we get back.

Once we take out these two,

there's no reason for lnteltrax to detain your brother.

- Okay-

You know what you're doing.

I hope.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Look, I know you're a professional,

I know you kill for money,

but do you really know what you're dealing with?

These things aren't euphoron dealers or sex maniacs.

They're super-human machines.

Ten times stronger than any man.

" So?

" So?

So you can't even remember that they're called cyborgs.

" Cyborgs.

- And you.

You think brute force will solve everything.

Well, sometimes it can't.

- Your brother sent you here for a reason.

You don't trust me, trust him.

Felix.

- Yeah.

- Let's go.

- Time to rock and roll.

- So am I invited in?

- I thought we were mutant hunting.

- You're gonna toss that thing at me'?

- You're a lowlife mercenary scum, I should.

- What's your beef?

- Three days dodging lasers in Jetta,

two nights drinking champagne at the Sri Lanka Hilton,

and then I don't see you again until six months later,

when I'm acting like Annie Available

in front of the whole damn public?

You tell me.

- Life as an op.

- And I suppose a mercenary's got it better.

- What do you think?

- I think I want to...

- Yeah?

- Well, I think I want to...

- Yeah?

- I don't have any champagne.

-I do.

- We have crazed mutant cyborgs out there.

- It's almost dawn.

You saw the dark glasses.

They can't take the light.

Something about incompatibility

of organic and synthetic parts.

- That's fascinating.

- We have until tomorrow night.

But if you want, you know, I could be out of here

before you know it.

- No need to.

- Amber Dawn?

Amber Dawn?

Amber Dawn, get in here.

It's two in the morning.

- You sure look ugly.

Real ugly.

Hey, cyborg.

Don't get me steamed, cyborg.

You two really ought to be getting home.

No telling what you're gonna see out on the streets

this time of night.

- Well?

- I'm sorry, Domina.

There's been no delivery from Z, lnteltrax, or anyone else.

- But there's barely enough euphoron for...

We have one night left

and I'm gonna make it the night that Z regrets

for the rest of his life.

If he lives that long.

(gadget beeping)

- Euphoron, euphoron, where are you?

- I would strongly encourage you to come with me, Mr. Riker.

With no discussion as towards your alternative choices.

- You've got the gun.

- Mr. Riker.

I've just finished implanting a micro explosive device

at the base of your skull.

It can be set to function on any time-based code

that I might choose.

- You telling me I'm a walking time bomb?

- I don't think you're gonna be walking anywhere

for a while, Mr. Riker.

Not at least until you answer some questions.

- The hell would you wanna know from me'?

- Paul and Darla Haynes.

You know them?

- Yeah, so what?

- Are you aware that their scientific knowledge

is being used by a man called Z

and a company called lnteltrax to create a race

of super-human work units?

Units that can be programmed to kill, to fight a war

that would be impossible to lose due to their strength

and programmed intelligence.

- What the hell does that have to do

with putting a bomb in my head?

- It's very simple.

I know where Haynes is.

Z has him.

If I can get his sister,

I'll have a bargaining tool.

Haynes' sister for all the euphoron in Z's lab.

I need it

I need it more than he does.

- Sounds to me like you have a bad pleasure Jones.

- Quite the opposite.

I've created something extraordinary.

Z thought that he'd found the way to use euphoron

to break through to the next level of strength

and intelligence,

but all he did was create sickness and plague.

He had the answer right in front of him all the time.

He didn't even see it.

- How do I get this bomb out of my head?

- Tell me where she is.

- Okay, deactivate me first.

- You'll tell me where she is?

- You bet.

Got nothing to lose, you can see that.

- All right.

- That it'?

- Yeah.

- You sure'?

- Promise.

- You really mean it?

- Yes, I really mean it.

- Okay, guess I'll just have to trust you.

- It's the horde, all right.

But where are they sending it?

- Hey.

Get him.

- He's on something and I'm getting it.

- Get his euphoron.

Give it up.

- Please, Doctor, don't be frightened.

- But you tried to kill me.

- I -- I can't harm you now.

The contamination is destroying our

time phase action circuit.

Our damage promo system demands that we kill

every six hours.

I will be homicidally inactive until 6:17 a.m.

Please, Doctor.

- What do you want?

- Your brother created us.

You know our circuitry.

I am in great pain.

You can neutralize my killer impulse.

You must help me.

You must return to the lab.

- Put me down!

Let me go!

Put me down, let me go!

- Come here, come here.

Throw this guy.

Get him, quick.

Get his euphoron.

I'll show you how it's done.

— You okay?

- Yeah, sure.

Hey, did you nail the other one?

— Yeah, why?

- 'Cause I got another jelly head on my screen.

Hey, Riker, it's at your crib, man.

- It's reassembled.

Darla.

- Don't worry, no sweat, I pinned him.

He's heading east.

- Let's go.

- It's very simple.

You know too much.

I could kill you now and be done with it.

Your sister presents no challenge.

She'll be found, eliminated.

- You've forgotten one thing,

you cold-blooded son of a bitch.

Matt Riker.

- No, I haven't forgotten him.

In fact, I'd enjoy the sight

of my mutants tearing him to shreds.

Paul, you're a brilliant engineer.

Your death would be such a waste.

Join me in my enterprise.

- Go to hell.

- Please, allow me to outline my proposal.

It was discovered that a variant of euphoron

turned normally docile cyborgs into killers.

How does one turn this to profit?

Simple.

I sell the euphoron compound to terrorists, dictators,

whomever would mutate a core of worker droids

into an invincible army.

- You're insane.

No one would dare.

- The orders are coming in from all over the world.

Come.

I think you'll find this interesting.

As you can see,

I've created a totally artificial environment.

I spent the last six months buying up all the euphoron

the streets had to offer.

My secret chemical compound has been added

and then packed for export.

The shipment below is for the Middle Eastern oil fields,

where a client wishes to wreak havoc

with mutated derrick workers.

To have a balance of world powers is a delicate matter,

wouldn't you agree?

If you could ready the Delta Sevens for mass production,

prospects are unlimited.

- Paul!

- Paul no esta aqui.

- Put her down.

- I mean you no harm.

I only want Doctor Haynes to help me.

- Well, what's the problem?

- I am in pain.

I can feel.

- It's Elaine.

That must be where the euphoron is -- on the other side.

How the hell are we ever gonna get over there

without being seen?

- This way.

This leads to a tunnel under the tracks.

- Domina, lnteltrax...they blew it up.

- The entire complex?

- Well, not exactly.

- Then it hasn't been blown up, has it'?

You sorry collection of worthless filaments.

How much euphoron is left?

- Perhaps six ounces.

- Bring it to me.

And prepare the fl yer.

I wanna be on the lnteltrax route in half an hour.

I'll unleash the Delta Eight on Z

and then we'll see whose combat units

are the most expensive purchases on this planet.

You are my ultimate creation.

The Delta Sevens will fall like matchsticks

faced with your power.

Go. Go to Z.

Show him what I've made.

Hydro, get him into an lnteltrax uniform.

- Paul!

- Let him go.

- I can help you end the pain.

- He's lying, the mutation's gone too far.

- He can't help you.

Nobody can.

- Is this true?

- I have others like you, I've helped them.

- Listen to me.

Z made you like this.

He made you kill.

- Riker, I knew you'd show up.

Darla, you all right?

- Yeah.

- Delta Eight.

Mutated beyond recognition.

We haven't got a chance.

- Then we'll go down fighting.

- What?

- Party time, Felix.

Party time.

- God, they're coming outta the ceiling.

(fluid squelches)

- Watch out.

His hand, don't let him use his hand.

- Thanks.

Ever thought about mercenary work?

- Yeah, she'd be great at it.

- NO-

No, let's get out of here.

I'm not gonna take a bad guy out when he's down.

The hell I'm not.

- Tawney Lynn.

Tawney Lynn, you get up here right now,

your breakfast is ready.