We're entering the Scriptorium. The Library is beyond. It is large and multi-level. The upper structure does not appear sound.

Copy that. The Sanctum Sanctorum Incunabulum will be somewhere beyond the Baroque Main Hall. It will be hidden. Please advise. Command? Please advise.

Situation deteriorating. Command, where is the Incunabulum?

Command, we have it, but access route collapsed.

Understood. On me. Move! Move! Move!

Command, we are clear. Damage to the package appears minimal. We... Command, be advised. We are under... [sounds of gun fire]

Yes, Sir. Move it! We have orders to retreat. Let's go! Let's go!

Oh, come on! I'm sorry, but Mimmett[?] got rounded up 'cause he was being stupid and careless. The fiber's fine where it is.

You do understand, right? The fiber itself? Without a terminal and a key, it's just... it's just carrying so much noise.

Yeah, but I mean... don't you think you're going just a little bit overboard?

I get it, I get it. Yeah, the big bad ocean. Hell, you really hate their guts, don't you?

Well, sure, but it's personal for you. You almost sound like you've been, you know.

Aw, hell, I'm sorry. You know what, it's none of my business.

No! And don't bother telling me, either. I've got a hard enough time getting to sleep at night as it is.

Yeah, okay. So, the fiber. What do you want to replace it with?

Who the hell is that?

Hey, something's been bugging me. Maybe you'd know.

Do you think DARPA planned all this? Back in the 60's? You think they knew?

Yeah, the net. And Echelon, Main Core, the whole thing.

What?

This message is for the sender old books and photographs. I know now. I know what they're afraid of. When the world sees the truth, they will lose everything. All their work. Everything.

I'm ready to work with you. I'm ready to share everything I have. In order to do this, we have to move quickly. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up for. You know the location. Five steps down. Five steps up. The key is rotting.

682, twenty-three, 615, 7 sixty-seven.

When you've seen what I've seen, all your questions will disappear.

I'm just saying when you're in a hurry, that's when mistakes get made.

I understand that, but I still think we need to think this Forager thing through. Besides, things should get back to normal soon. As soon as they find their device.

If there's no device then what the hell does everybody... ? Look, you know what, never mind. All I'm saying is that we don't know what the hell we're getting ourselves into. Have you seen the territory map? Have you seen how fast people are spreading the Darknet?

No. No way.

No, our crypto's secure.

Jesus, it's piggybacked on military satellites now. Did you know that?

Well that's the problem, it shouldn't be. I can't disconnect them either.

The Gwen network too, it's just getting into everything.

Not with Forager, it's not.

It's funny. I was just thinking about this old guy I knew years back. He was Air Force. I've been trying to remember...

Yeah, this guy, he was at Edwards in '54. When Eisenhower visited. Wow. What's in Alice? What's in Alice?

Yeah. He told me the day after Ike's visit, all their systems had linked up. And this was before any type of network even existed. It had penetrated everything, no matter how primitive. They thought it was an attack.

They isolated it. Then they tried to reverse engineer it. The project they came up with became known as ARPAnet.

Uh, well he called it something... it was so long ago, but I think it was either Voyager or Forager...

Yeah. Committed.

[sound of a tape rewinding]

It wasn't at King & Edwards in '54. This was at the end of the Cold War. Before NASA, yeah, before Sputnik, before all that. At the time, Edwards was the Airforce's R&DC. Our job was to weaponize the technology that came our way. Build a better way to end the world. That was our job.

Now, you've got to remember. We still had all these ex-Nazi scientists in our ranks. So a lot of the technology we were dealing, well, with was war booty. Sometimes, very little was known. They'd just bring some strange material in, and then it was like "Well, it's foreign, what does it do?"

So, in '53, when we got the shipment of what we were told was advanced Nazi aircraft technology, we didn't know any different. But that's when things started happening. And I got to tell you, I can't look in the mirror anymore without remembering exactly what that goddamn felt like. Damn, one of those things looking out of your eyes with... Never felt such claustrophobia in my entire life. Stuck inside your own skin like that.

It was the bodies, right? That's what we learned later. That's what they'd come for, the bodies. But at the time we had no idea about that. So we figured it had to be our nuclear launcher work that they were interested in. And that's what it said in the report that reached the President.

Now, give Eisenhower credit. We learned that they might be interfering with his nuclear program, he came out to meet them himself. And that's when he told them. Yes, war was coming. But our weapons where all useless. If we wanted to turn the entire world to wormwood, well, they could care less. But in the end, all they cared about was those bodies. All they cared about was themselves.

Agent: Alright sir, we're nearly ready. Are you sure about this? It's not too late to cancel.

Politician: No, I have faith. You have saved three souls now. I trust you.

Agent: Thank you, sir.

Politician: I must kick my people in the ass, hm? It would be easier if I gave the rest of the world the boot first. Tonight is my best chance...

Agent: Okay, okay, ears and eyeballs, people. Chop chop! Two and Six, west mezzanine. Three and Five, you have north and backstage. Four, you have the east exits. Hustle, this is no cakewalk like last time. P-Dué is still active. These people were responsible for the Bologna Massacre and Piazza Fontana.

Politician: [in background] [inaudible] We must stand up to evil, stand up!

Agent: We're on.

Politician: Perhaps, perhaps this is not a good idea. Stage fear is bad enough.

Agent: You'll be fine, Sir, but when I tell you to drop, you hit the floor, do you understand?

Politician: Thank you. I fear nothing with my guardian angel in the wings, hm?

Agent: It's the angels we're wary of. You are safe with us. Good luck. Package has arrived. Be sharp. [music plays] Remember, our enemy's been at this a lot longer than us, so watch your six. This venue is at capacity, so keep your shots. No collaterals or friendlies.

Politician: Hello, world! Is it tomorrow yet?

[A shot or explosion rings out]

Agent: Get down! Enemy fire! Mezzanine, it came from yours. what do you see?

Politician: Am I shot?

Agent: Six, do you copy? It wasn't a bullet, it's some kind of explosive! Decoy! This mission is a scrub, get the package out!

[Shots fired]

Politician: Save me!

[Ranting and screaming, discord in the background]

Listen close. The exaggerated randomness suggests they knew exactly where to go.

There's no sign of forced entry. The alarm goes offline for 20 minutes. Very convenient.

We have. They're legitimate. But you've used a number of firms. You sure about all of them?

Sure, sure. The pattern of activity suggests the Lycurgus Cup went first. The rest following to make it look random. Did you get any recent unusual inquiries about it?

And you didn't think that was maybe suspicious?

Thanks very much. You've been a great help. My office will be in touch.

I see here you personally contracted the latest upgrade. Were you aware that firm is a subsidiary of the corporation in question?

And that would make you a suspect in a criminal investigation.

Someone will call you. Thank you, miss. Have a nice day.

[Dispatch talking in the background]

Should be dead. Took severe chemical burns to the substation. But he's... [Sounds of banging in the background] Hell! Now he's gone 5150 on me! Where's that backup?!

You get any hits off that ID? Stay down, mister. Take it easy.

He shouldn't even be alive, but... Sir! Stop! Chelle, where is my backup? Sir! Sir! You are wounded. You are in shock. Calm down.

Okay, I got a situation here. Suspect just armed himself with a goddamn sign pole!

Officer down! Officer down! Dispatch! I am on foot. Running east, with aggravated injuries. Where's my backup? Dispatch! Come in! He has my weapon!

Hey! You! Help me! You! You! Do you know this man? Can you calm him the hell down? Chelle, another vehicle's arrived. Black. I also have a second individual on foot. He's dressed similar to the suspect. 6'2", 30-40 years old. I don't... I... ah! [Shot fired]

[Long, agonizing scream] God, what did you do to me? It was inside my head, searching...

You are the only one. You can restore my access.

And... I want.... Am I...?

I want to know what I helped build!

You can't, not remotely.

What are you so afraid the satellites would see? The ruins? What danger could they possibly pose?

Just some old books and photographs.

He said we'd change history. The entire world would see the truth. I would see the truth.

He showed me more than that. I know now, I know what you're afraid of. You've gone unnoticed for so long, but it's out there, isn't it? Proof. The missing page. That's why you used me. To find the ruins so you could destroy them.

What family is that?

What, you think you're gods?

If you have such power, then what could you possibly want with me?

You want me to help you?

I gave it to you.

Yes, Sir. Master Sergeant Hammond. Least I used to be. Thank you, Sir. On March 3rd of last year, my platoon were instructed to stand at attention in front of grey rectangular box, Sir. Oh, I finished top of my group at Twenty-Nine Palms. Did two tours in the hot box. I re-upped and got sent for additional training at Quantico. Yes, Sir. You get approached all the time to join private contractor outfits, security companies, but this was different. And the exercise, it was... it was the damndest thing. Excuse my language, Sir.

We stood in front of this box and for a couple minutes, nothing happened. Then men started falling. Not from being tired, but they were falling asleep. But some of them, though, it was eerie. They-they started talking to themselves or arguing with somebody. Others screamed and collapsed. Finally, there was just me and another guy left. I never felt nothing. I don't know what the other guy thought. They hustled us off separate, and that's when they started talking about this elite corps.

The recruiter gave me a day to think about it, but I told him right then I wasn't interested. I just wanted to get back to my unit. That's when they told me I wasn't in the military no more. They took the stripes I earned in the desert and sent me home. Now I can't get a bank account or a job. I'm back at my parents, and I think they watch the house. Yes, Sir. My freedom is gone. Better be recording this. People need to know.

You are not asking the right questions. The King of Tyre gave unto Solomon cedar, stone and men of Gabal, from the temple in Jerusalem, but also where you are standing. Why? Because they were such good friends? Or was Solomon more than King of Israel?

Hiram sent Solomon his master builder Hiram Abiff, or Hiram Abi, or Huram Abi. That's in the Bible. But Huram Abi translates as father of Huram. Huram's father was Abiba'al Lord Abi. So did the King of Tyre send his own father?

Hammurabi, the king of Babylon, we now know lived in the same time as Solomon, and that Solomon and Hammurabi may have been the same person. Hammurabi. Huram Abi.

The gods entombed in stone, peering down as priests atone, stars awash in shadow from the candles' glow below.

I do not think we shall meet again, brave soldier. But if we do, I pray you have not found what you are looking for.

About thirty-one k [unintelligible], but it's just fucked. [unintelligible]

[unintelligible] Yeah, [unintelligible]. I get it. I always said - fiber optics is a supply problem just waiting to happen.

No way, I'm not going down into that sewer. Forget it. We'll just have to [unintelligible].

Well, I'm telling you, pattern [unintelligible] is the way to go. I use it everywhere. I've worked with no more than 10 [unintelligible] intercepts.

We read a line of sight into the safehouse [unintelligible]. A low-power setup, sure.

Relax, my shop's been running [unintelligible] from JPL. We went in together through the electricals but we plugged the gaps with packet works but that seemed fine.

Oh, come on, people drop out - they change their minds.

What about the fiber? Aren't you being a bit pa--

[A small explosion goes off]

Moving into position.

I am in a booth. Subject identity confirmed. The diversion is in place. Patch me into sat optic acoustic and tune on ambient.

Good. I hear Lupo.

Approximately 1,200 members and their staff. Celebrities, politicians. This is a wasted opportunity for just one man.

Understood. Five visible, at 11, 12, 3:30, 6, and 9.

I don't know. But I see Manuel Lupo. I find him unamusing, and his poetry is worse. But the public follow him like sheep.

Target still unavailable.

[music starts playing] Wait. I've been made. Balcony has seen me. Okay. I see him now. Affirmative! I have him! [muffled shot] Balcony cleared. Situation is in play. I have to aggravate. [shot fired]

He's taken the bait. [muffled shot]

It's done. Moving out. Rendezvous at primary. Unless word received otherwise, out.

Welcome to the top of the hour. Now, I'm sure many of you have heard these rumors coming out of L.A. It sounds like absolute mayhem! You've got blackouts, communication outages, and of course these sightings of god-knows-what! Well, we are going to let you in on a little secret here, okay? Because our sources, our sources in the Pentagon, have confirmed for us what happened. What really happened.

The system is called Fata Morgana. And the Pentagon's been working on it for years. What it does is quite simply this: It projects images onto the sky.

Now, imagine being able to project a thousand bombers onto the skies above an enemy city. It's called psychological warfare, people. Breaking the enemies will to fight without firing a single shot. Now, our sources say, what happened in L.A. was a test, an unauthorized test. But, we believe, we believe that this may have been the greatest prank in the history of mankind. We believe that somebody in the Pentagon used this Fata Morgana to project images of UFOs, so that L.A. could show us once and for all just how truly insane a place it really is.

But there is more. Okay? Our sources confirm that this Fata Morgana device disappeared shortly after the test. Go figure! All right, disappeared, as in stolen. And this is why the government has locked down the entire L.A. basin. This device is worth billions, and we can't let anybody get their clammy little hands on it. So today's big question: Is there intelligent life in L.A.? Line one.

[faint voice in background] In the last 24 hours...

What the hell is this?

[faint voice in background]...federal emergency forces into the Los Angeles Area. These forces have already assumed control of several military facilities. They seized broadcast centers, electrical power stations, and other key infrastructure...

I'm sorry people, we are obviously having some kind of technical problem, hanging up the phone.

[faint voice in background]...has been in play for a long time. If you, or anyone you know, is offered protection or declared a National...

Please bear with us. We will find out who is responsible for this act of vandalism.

[faint voice in background]...We will help you. This won't be allowed to happen...

What? Well, thank God...it took you long enough.

We found this message floating on an orphaned section of the DarkNet. Whoever encoded wasn't all that familiar with our protocols. The voice is scrambled, but there's enough of a cut-out to get a voice print on the speaker. He ran a NASA program. We don't know much. They used obsolete Blackbirds, sub hunters, to locate buried structures. Bunkers, maybe. MAINCORE has a record connecting the target to something called NSAP, the National Security Asset Program. There are over 10,000 people with this NSAP tab. Scientists and engineers, students, journalists.

That there. We think that was a ROT-5 encoded IP address. A honey pot. Traced it to JPL. As far as we can tell, the target is on the run. As for the rest of the NSAP targets, if we can hack their primary genetic records, MAINCORE will lose track of them. I suggest we do that soon. All indications suggest there's a round-up pending. We could lose everybody before we even know we need their help.

I'm worried we're gonna come up short. How much line do you have?

[unintelligible] Yeah, but we still gotta run north, to link up. Figure on forty-two [unintelligible].

We can save on fiber. But we'll at least go down into the mains. Tie a tennis ball on to the end of the line. Let it drift downstream.

Listen, that's not an option. We have a potential contact inside the military lab. He'll give us zero hour, of course, but it needs to be completely dark.

What's your terminal hooked up to right now? You're on lasers, right?

Hell, you're using open to calls right now, and you didn't tell me?

You know we've been losing people, right? Three disappearances in the last week.

Orwell, I have to kill your terminal now. You need to run. Do you understand? Run.

[A small explosion goes off]

What's his condition?

Oh, you have to hold tight right now. We got calls all over the county. You just hold tight.

That ID check? They changed my clearance. It didn't let me on. It just said it's classified MK-ULTRA, I don't even know, some government thing. Dale, honey, you all right?

Hey Dale, you got a live one again. Don't you be cracking wise with me. This ain't nothing to do with no football game. This is serious.

San Bernardino to Unit 3, is your bus still 10-48 or what?

Three, I got an 8-Delta-3, I repeat, Delta. Possible 25-Bravo-1.

Deputies already on the scene, Donnie. It's Dale over at China Lake. Now back up just a few minutes [???]. You get your ass down there.

All officers, 11-99. China Lake Sub Station. Where in the hell's my response? Jim? Jim? You hearing this?

Da-Dale is shot? Who's shooting who? Don, I ain't showing nobody there. Don? Who is there with you?

Hello, who is this? Mister, this is an Emergency Service Line and you ain't permitted... No Go Zone? What the hell is a No Go Zone?

Officer: Give me numbers and weapons. And can you hold them off?

Good. I'm sure it's just a comms issue. We'll get it cleared up in no time. Until then, nobody passes. [phone rings] Secretary! What do you have for me?

You get me an authorization code, that's an order. Or you get your people the hell away from my base. Is that understood?

Look, I don't care if you have to fly somebody here. If you want this base, I need proper orders. Until then, your men will rot out there.

[door opens] What? Who the hell are you? Get out of my office! [two silenced shots fired]

Shooter: China Lake secure. Continuing towards primary objective.

For over a thousand years, traitors to the crown have been hung at the Tower of London, overlooking the walls of the old city. Yet, The Tower is not actually part of the city it guards.

Contrary to popular understanding, metropolitan London and the City of London are separate bodies. The Corporation of London, to give its proper name, is actually a modern city-state. Since antiquity, the kings and queens of England have needed permission to enter.

Its defensive walls were finally torn down in the 18th century. The symbolic border around The Square Mile, as the city is also known, is marked by statues of the dragon defeated by its patron Saint George and captured cannons set in concrete called bollards.

The Red Cross of Saint George was used by the crusaders and the Knights Templar, whose headquarters in England still stands at the edge of The Square Mile near Temple Gate. After the Templars dissolution, their properties passed to their rivals, the Hospitallers, today known as the Knights of Malta.

Today, the Knights of Malta are the world's only sovereign military force, declared a country without a country. The Knights issue their own passports and enjoy UN special observers status and a seat at NATO.

TK, you still there? If you can hear me, get out of there now. They're saying [unintelligible].

[crowd noises, sires, whistles]

[strange humming]

There should be door, left of the elevator. You were on the Altar Skies project? I didn't see you listed.

One sec... what was the project's purpose?

Try it now.

Yeah, security gigs have their benefits. There's stairs, right? Go down. Two flights.

Camera? Uhm, just go, okay? Go.

Okay, now open the door, turn left, down the hall to the end.

Okay, I believe you.

John, listen. There's a car outside the door. If you get in, there's no turning back. You understand? John?

Drop the phone now.

[Crowd noise]

[Music plays]

Buenos Dias. Hello world! Is it tomorrow yet? [shot fired] Oh my god, I'm shot. Am I shot?

[Screaming]

I am next!

You didn't even try to fight them, did you?

And where do they want us to run and hide, hmm? Moscow?

It's not even been 20 years since we made this city. We'll look like fools if we leave now. Worse! Cowards!

Tanks and aircraft - what use will they be?

Not all.

I'm sorry.

You're old. You've forgotten how to fight, and what's coming is war.

You betray us all. It is as you said. We will be cut off. But we will fight!

For three years and three months, one night and one day.

He bled. And the warrior was no traitor anymore.

But a hero.

We can't just sit here, we have to do something.

The voice is a match. It's LaFontaine.

Oh, yeah, he's a real sweetheart. What's that supposed to mean? Doesn't sound right. And he said "it." "It" was inside.

[laughs] Oh, he's a new-ager.

Which ones? Malta, Viria[?], Lebanon? What others are we looking at?

He's talking about that pain in the ass who says he's trying to help.

He's not even fighting! He's just giving it up, just like that.

This is a tape! Then how old is it? They have him on drugs of some kind. No way he would just give it all up like this so easily.

This guy is crazy.

Wallace Stevens, it's been on the tip of my...

He says he gave it to him.

There's nothing here but rocks. Where are they? What were they doing here? Where's my team? It's getting dark and the sandstorm's picking up. I have no time for riddles.

They built this one for him too? They were involved with Baalbek as well, weren't they? We know the Knights of Malta were active in this area making Krak des Chevalier from stones of Baalbek. What's the connection?

There are bullet holes in the side of the temple. There was a fight here. Recently. Please, if you know anything--

Enough. Where are my men? What happened here? What I don't see-- Wait. There. Back at that sheet. Is it in there?

There's a zodiac on the ceiling. Look at the floor. The stones have been moved! Quick, give me a hand. [Sounds of stones moving]

Down there, do you see? Dear God. We-we found them. We'll camp here tonight and lift them out in the morning.

Their company strength easy. Light mobile column mounted 50s-NBC gear. They've dismounted all around the main gate. Yeah, we'll hold them.

Roger that. Okay! Hold positions! The gate stays closed. Till we hear different, they are PNG.

Heads up. They're moving. Captain, stay with them. I want all perimeters ready. They are on the move.

Put some more light on. I want to see what they're up to. Cease fire! Cease fire! Who was that? Who fired? God, no! We need backup! Flares! Give me flares over their position! [firefight commences]

I'm putting together a team to rip down the rat line. You in?

Four-six-seven dash twenty, did you hear that intercept? They've got complete access to our backbone. No way, we're pulling it.

Give them nothing. Not a little bit, not one thing they can use, right? We give them nothing.

We're all overboard, you need to accept that. The Darknet's our rat. And when the shark...

I thought we all did.

What? What?

I used to work for them. You know what dual-use weapons are? Nonlethals? Fifth-gen containment programs?

Toby, I've still got people inside, you understand? I'm trying to get them out, and that's when they're the most vulnerable. If anything were to happen because we were careless.

Gwen and Alice.

I'll contact you. Watch your drop.

What?

What, the net?

Hell, Toby.

Go outside! You're starting to sound like some sort of conspiracy freak.

The body of a once highly respected NASA scientist was found in the early hours of this morning hanging beneath Blackfriars' Bridge in the City of London. Along with several pounds of rocks and gravel filling the man's pockets, police found a signed confession. Foul play is not suspected.

Doctor Gideon Marconi had formerly been in charge of a NASA project, popularly known as Altar Skies. This celebrated program was responsible for the discovery of numerous hidden ruins from ancient times. However, critics claimed that the sites were often plundered, before experts could examine them, with treasure hunters smuggling priceless artifacts to shady dealers in Europe, the US, South America and the Middle East.

Whether Marconi was involved in illegally selling priceless historical artifacts is unknown. However, the scientist was recently named as an Interpol arrest warrant, charged with treason against the United States and the United Kingdom. According to authorities, Marconi had been selling access on the black market to the top-secret military satellites entrusted to him.

In the wake of what has been called the largest US-UK security breach since the early 1980s, increasingly referred to as AltarGate, NASA has announced a massive security review. As a precautionary measure during investigations many top scientists are being classified as National Security Assets. Limiting their travel and access to potentially corrupting outside influences will ensure their safety and that of any potentially damaging knowledge they may possess.

From his humble beginnings on an obscure craggy Mediterranean island, Gideon Marconi's relentless drive and ambition led him to the front ranks of the world's most esteemed scientific circles. It is tragic then that it was this same ambition that ultimately destroyed him. There will be no public funeral service.

What exactly are you implying?

I take great offense at your unfounded accusations, Inspector. My employees are beyond reproach, I assure you.

Security is contracted out. Perhaps you should look into the people who installed the system.

Since the incident in 1997, we have overhauled security with upgrades by various firms. We have 160 cameras! We will find who did this.

Now that I think of it, there was a company asking about ancient nanotechnology.

They're based in Sparta, in Illinois. I have the address here somewhere. Yes, they were quite insistent. Wait, what did you just say? How did you know about this?

We didn't mention that to the media. It wasn't on the list.

What insurance company did you say you were with again?

Who are you? Don't give me that, you're not the police! MI-5? CIA? Tell me! I'm calling the Ministry right now!

[typing sounds]

This is amazing. We're patched through their entire phone bank.

Ok, we are set. Now we just wait for them to open the door.

Leave it running. Pull everybody out, and flag this safehouse as being blown.

This is a warning. In the last 24 hours, you may have seen heavy movement of federal emergency forces into the Los Angeles area. These forces have already assumed control of several military facilities. They have seized broadcast centers, electrical power stations, and other key infrastructure. This is not about any device. The plan that is being executed today, has been in play for a long time. If you, or anyone you know, is offered protection or declared a National Security Asset - you need to run. There are others. Find us. We will help you. This won't be allowed to hap... [static]

Roger that. All targets in custody, minus one. Your fugitive logged out 5 minutes ago. He must still be on site.

Hold up! We've got a live one. He just accessed the system. It's your missing man. I'll try to bring his signal up. Got em. Target is on a coworker's cell phone. He is... [sighs] Did we not get a lock down? Cause he's moving. North. He's north by the elevators!

You are fifty meters from the target. He's in the stairwell.

Okay, he has somebody guiding him. I'm shutting down all telecom and data for this area.

All teams, hold position! Jesus.

Everybody stand down. Do not pursue. Do not engage. Avoid all contact with the target.

All teams, return to primary rally. Action is complete.

[Footsteps]

Which way?

Yeah, I-I was transferred in. Uhm, the door. It's locked.

We, uh, Gideon got access to some old Pentagon satellites. Sub trackers, you know, bunker hunters? They can probe 100 feet below the surface, right? So. That did it. Damn, you guys got in here in a big way.

Okay, so, Gideon figured they can also find buried ruins. It started as an academic project, a side thing, but when we started actually finding... uh! There's a camera! Did you disable it?

Got it.

So, we found, I-I-I-I mean, it was incredible, but-but they wouldn't let us disclose. They said it would reveal their sats capabilities. Um, I'm here.

So, defense classified everything. Crazy, right? Old ruins, classified. And then we found out that our sites were being, well we-we thought, looted. Last week, one of them was destroyed, a whole cover story. You know the weird thing? Altar Skies became a priority - to somebody. They gave us access to next gen blackbirds.

I'm in.

Yeah, I'm here. Let's do it.

Thank you Trevor.

Last night, under the chip noses of 3000-year-old Arcadian sentinels, approximately 30 million pounds worth of precious artifacts was stolen from the British Museum. The Metropolitan Police and the Fine Art Division of New Scotland Yard have both confessed they are baffled as to how anyone could have gained entry and wandered the Museum at will, given the high-tech measures protecting the world's historical treasures.

A dozen items have been listed as missing, including the Mold Gold Cape, The Standard of Ur, an Egyptian astrolabe, a Javanese gamma lamp set and a Peruvian stone calendar. The mainstream art world has rallied to ensure none of the items taken come up for public auction. However, today, most items that are stolen already have a buyer established, with the criminals given shopping lists of desirables to scoop into the shopping cart. Which means it may be decades, or even centuries, before these priceless remnants of the past again see the light of day.

For News at 6, I'm Terrance McConnell, at the British Museum.

This is a PBR intercept from the LA Basin.

The operation under discussion is running a ratline. They're running fiber optics through the sewers, secure comms, completely dark.

Subject B speaking now. We picked him up, but he didn't react so well to our process. Post debrief, you'll see him for yourself.

Voice in the background: And what about secondary surveillance protocol?

No ma'am. If they succeed, we have no eyes, no ears.

We know they've extended their network into several military R&D centers. They're patched into the electrical wiring, the pipes, anything that can carry a signal.

According to profile, the current speaker is ex-military intelligence. Probably a West Pointer as well. Thats all we've got on him. He's cautious.

A Crucible team got the okay for 3 pickups in the last month. If any of you have friends in those circles, you might get further information than my agency can provide.

On this fireground, I am in charge. You should never have sent your people in there. I will not risk my own men.

My God, what a catastrophe! This is an abomination! I demand to speak with your superiors.

You fool. You release us from that hell hole and demand we fight this?

I will talk as you deserve. You give me men I do not know. Incompatible equipment.

Okay okay okay. Okay, please just...

Kommen Sie, Heifellin, come in. I need to move closer.

I know, just do it! The Abbey is one of our greatest treasures, and we will save it.

Grab enough GPM from Centcom and maintain available flow.

There, there, they are out! How in the hell did they...?

Now what? Get out there. Get out! Are you still on this line?

Enough! You can play cops and robbers but I will not risk these men. You may kill me, but I will not allow...

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Man: I'm in.

I cannot. More have come to Tamor.[?]

We did not expect them so soon. They are determined, it seems.

No, I think they will not. They will give up. It's not a good night for looking. They will return tomorrow, I think, and the bodies will be gone. Makada's[?] Chamber is not easy to see. We were careful replacing the stones.

He's talking to someone. Who?

Yes, I know her. She has been trouble before. We will kill her this time.

They are Westerners. They do not understand that all history is all history. And what happened here yesterday is forgotten. And they're seeing a new tomorrow is still the same. They will not see the path is still being tread. They're going inside. She is telling them! The Witch is telling them everything! [Sounds of stones moving]

No, I assure you, Sire, they are quite dead. As per tradition, the bodies' dismembered and scattered amongst their own like meat. They have found them.

Yes, Sire. It is our pleasure. The night is nearly come. They will not see us in the storm. The Queen of Sheba shall have more company tonight!

After this treaty, the Square Mile became a haven for criminals. A place where the laws of the kingdom did not apply. As a result, prisoners were brought to the Tower by boat along the Thames River, avoiding the Square Mile altogether.

The height of a true obelisk must be 10 times its width at the base, as dictated by the structure of the natural crystal. The Washington Monument is 666" across at its base while the Buenos Aires obelisk measures less than half this size.

The story of Saint George defeating the dragon dates back to the beginning of civilization. In Sumeria, the dragon was known as Tiamat, and was slain in battle by the God-King Marduk. Marduk then went onto found the first city-state of mankind.

The CIA was founded by Knights of Malta Wild Bill Donovan and Allen Welsh Dulles. Recruiting Hitler's head of Eastern Intelligence, Reinhard Gehlen - a celebrated Knight of Malta, decorated with the Cross of Saint John - the CIA helped Nazi scientists escape to the U.S. This was called Operation Paperclip.

Over 33,000 bodies were found. The skeletons were densely packed into every chamber. Only 12 female bodies were found. The rest were all males.

The decision has been made. We are leaving. Arrangements are already underway.

How often must I remind you? We serve more than ourselves. All of South America will be cut off. They're right to be concerned.

Driver? Estación Corrientes. Si.

Yes, they've finally fallen into our orbit. The city's going through its birth pangs even now.

Cowardice is able [unintelligible]. We are merely moving uphill as the tide comes in. You should be thrilled. Think what they will put at our disposal.

Yes, I suppose. In any case, the decision has been made. We are all leaving.

Uh, driver, I said Corrientes! The Obelisk! I wish to see...

What have you done? What have you done?

Think. Think for just a moment! What can you even hope to accomplish? If you betray one of us...

This is folly, do you hear me? Absolute folly!

Stop this...

You fool.

[???] reporting. We are in position outside [???]. Large crowd entering Red Square by [???]. What is our orders?

Okay. Let them come. Lock on. Ready guards!

Take video of their face, huh? There is next generation riot control. [laughs] Crazy. Look at them. Moscow is Russia. What do they care? Moscow is Moscow. She hates everybody!

Guards! Lock them in there! Now!

[strange humming starts]

Line, fall back! Fall back! What the hell is happening?

Command, stop this test! My unit is being destroyed. My men! Don't go after them! Vasily, hold! Command, this is [???]. Command! My men are not your goddamned guinea pigs! Stop this test immediately!

Command, this is Capitan Roman Vaitkov[?] of [???] Spetsnaz Brigade. You [idiotic bastards] will pay for this crime.

I don't know Louise. Harold didn't say anything was happening. Traffic is backed up the 178 for a mile. What? Hang on. Oh my god, they're firemen. Hundreds of firemen. Huh, thousands.

Well, what could burn out here?

Oh hang on, one of them's coming over. Uh, hi. Uh, can you tell me what's happening out there? I'm here to see my husband. He's at Irwin.

[muffled knocking] Why? He wants me to roll down the window. Hey! What are-what are you do... no! Get... [glass smashing] Oh my god! You can do that! Louise! Help me! Help me! Oh my god! [car speeds away followed by gunfire]

Again, why did you come?

We're all looking for the truth in our own way, aren't we? Why did you come? You know the answer. Tell me.

Gideon, the first rule of power is: lie to anyone but yourself. You knew we would never trust you again. Again, why did you come? If I promise to answer just one question.

Ahh, that's it, the pain helps the third eye to focus. Let be be finale of seem. Is that all you want?

First, the back door on the satellite. How do we disable it?

My people tell me much the same thing. So be it. Let the trojans have their satellite.

Old houses attract all kinds of vermin. Speaking of which, Pahana gave you something. What was it?

You traded your destiny for baubles? What about promises? Surely he promised you something.

And the only real truth you've learned is that Pahana has his own agenda.

We only ever wanted for you, not from you. Such wonders. Enough answers for ten lifetimes worth of questions. We would have shared it all with you. You're family.

We are non surrexit maior - and our time has come.

What's a god but power? And we are power incarnate. Six billion huddled in the dark.

You're going to help us end the plague named Pahana, along with anyone else who'd follow in his footsteps. Treason will out, and then blood. Blood will out too.

You've already done your part, I'm afraid. But one thing. The access sequence - did you give it to Pahana?

Current estimate is 80,000 inside the perimeter. Are we for go?

All units: Test is imminent. Do not restrict access. Prepare for CS dispersal on my order only.

Duga One to Three: Status?

Confirmed. Initiate sequence on my mark. Mark.

All units: Dispense CS along the fine perimeter only. Do not target the main body. Do it now.

Duga One to Three: Throttle to 100%. Okay, we've lost comms with participating field units.

[Strange humming starts]

[unintelligible] is now fully operational.

First scan. I only see three, four people left standing. We'll need to round them up for further study. Seizures widespread. Thermals show minimal mortality. Gentlemen, I'd say Moscow just earned its independence. Congratulations.

Very well. This-this is not being recorded, is it? My bishop mustn't know. Thank you.

Yes. Emmanuel. Emmanuel Rudolphez. Named for Father Emmanuel Margris[?], with whom my grandfather was friends and colleague. Margris was a Jesuit and archeologist and the man assigned by the Church to excavate the Hyposian[?]. He was a great man, but he made the Holy See very nervous.

Once he completed his dig, but before he could publish, the Vatican sent him to Sachs[?] in Tunis to preach Lent. He died a vigorous 56 on Good Friday. Some say his heart gave out. But my grandfather said that that was preposterous. The man was a goat, bouncing from rock to stone and fitter than a man half his age.

After he died, his notes disappeared and the artifacts he exhumed were lost. The eleven elongated skulls he recovered, vanished one by one. But, what the Church has never known, is he kept duplicate files, which my father and my grandfather have kept safe.

It is hard for me, having chosen to enter the Church, to keep these things hidden from my superiors. But what I see now, I was wise to do so. You see, before it was opened to the public, a number of wall paintings were removed. They were saying they were images of ancient water buffalo, but no. It was graffitti of 3000 years. It said in ancient script only Margris understood: "Beware the sleeping box. The Land of Honey now drips poison."

I must go. It is not safe for me. I have told you too much. Do not contact me again.

Oh, we were just at the base. Yeah, they sent us away. Yeah, yeah [unintelligible] for some Colonel. No details, but they wouldn't let us on the base.

I know, right? That was about as un 10-30 as you can get. After they said a No Go Zone like that. What's that about?

No, it's-it's even bigger. They-they barred us from anything south of Bakersfield all the way to Vegas.

Can't block access to LA. That cuts out all of Southern California. We...wait. Hold on. We got a call.

Naw, we're back taking the scenic route into town. Wait till I tell you what's going on down at the base.

What?

Aww, come on. Are the cops gonna be there first this time? Last time I...

Dammit. Okay Val, we're still on the 395. We'll be there in two shakes.

We're here. FEMA Hazmat is already on scene, but there's something.... [gunshot] Oh my god! They shot Dale! Get us out of here! Now! Hey! No-no-no! Look we're-we're not armed okay? We're... please... don't! [two more gunshots]

Unknown man: Let's get that lightbar turned off. Radio too.

Did you see that? They actually went in. They're insane. The Voynich manuscript must be important to them.

Nobody's ever cracked it. Around 500 years old with biological, cosmological, and medical components.

There's 7 missing pages. And these 5 surfaced a month ago. Copy that. The central section is the most important.

Makes sense that it'd be here. The codex is also in there. Was in there. And the plan - the most advanced of its day? Nobody knows if it was ever built.

Oh, that's not natural. It's spreading too quickly. No, we didn't start it. So who?

3 o'clock. Unbelievable. Give up people. These guys are harder than cockroaches to kill. Move out.

Three. Failing to engage. They're running.

Copy that. In pursuit.

Pull yourself together, we don't even know where he is. Just listen and hope he sneaks something out.

Ehh, he seems conflicted, like he actually cares.

The Third Eye. I think he's talking about the pineal gland.

Quiet, did you hear that last bit? It can't be disabled. They can't take it from us. All we need now are the codes.

There's also Davilis[?] and a number in Eastern Europe, Africa and South America. But, I don't think he means any of those.

Shh, there, just now, did you catch that? Yeah, he said that before, in the same way.

There, again, that's from before! No, I-I think before was from now. Listen, here and there words repeat. That one was compiled from this one.

Non Surrexit Maior... Ah, that's from the Bible, I think. Matthew? Maybe? But it's been changed, or... edited.

Nah, I don't think so, his voice seems... I dunno. It's filled with... power.

Shut up, this is big.

The code.

Quick, rewind, let's work through it again.

Stop using Darknet? I'm in the middle of trying to help a hundred people disappear. Do you have any idea what's going on inside LA?

Listen, telecoms are down, the net's down. There are roadblocks popping up everywhere. Without the Darknet, we're deaf, we're blind.

Eco, there is no device. No Fata Morgana. It's just a story.

I've seen. All we need to know is: Can it shut the Darknet down?

And does it let them eavesdrop?

Then what's the problem?

What? How's that even possible?

What are you saying?

You said that Gwen was shut down. Inoperative.

I'll tell you what, there's a couple of Air Force guys who want to come in. Electronic warfare types. I'll send them your way. Maybe they'll have some answers.

Remember what?

'54? The Dark Ages.

What was it?

ARPAnet? That was the first-gen internet, right?

Ah hell. Look, you need to keep this quiet, all right? I mean, I don't see any way we can shut down. We're committed, right?

It's time to connect the things that aren't supposed to be connected. It's time.

[beep] Understood. Proceed with haste. [beep]

What now? Put him on.

Chief, you forget with whom you are speaking. Do not take that tone with me.

Please remind the good chief to mind his manners.

[beep] Yes, received. There's a hidden door to the far northeast corner of the room. Set in the floor. [beep]

[beep] There is a tunnel back to the main residences. It must come out at the original Abbot's quarters. [beep]

Damn this farce. Pitting billions against the Japanese for our own property. Now after 1300 years, this library suddenly ignites?

[beep] Avoid contact. You were never there. Return to base immediately. [beep] Yes, chief.

Fine. [beep] Kill him. Have the news say it was arson. No, say it was an accident. Then blame the fire brigade's incompetence.

My one is in local custody. He's injured. Do I engage or walk?

Roger. The deputy's on a two-way. Can we get a block?

Ready a chem-bath. My one is TKO.

Moving in.

The deputy is alone.

Our extraction has arrived. An ambulance too. Local first responders unarmed. [gunshot] Tell them that this area is restricted. No entry. [two more gunshots] Let's get that light bar turned off. Radio too. Copy. Transmission station rigged. Ready for your go. Proceeding to next item.

This isn't working. He's not going for it. Do we have our fallback in position yet?

Yes. Understood. You know what to do.

General!

I don't have time for this. For the last time, I am ordering you to stand down.

Sir, you need to understand. The protocols have been updated. You're out of the loop. That's why you can't contact anybody. You're cut off from Command Authority. From everybody!

We just don't have time for this. I'm sorry, General. You're relieved.

Understood.

Status: 22,493 nodes are currently active.

Expansion rate is currently 300+ nodes per hour.

Forager has spawned over 90% of all currently active connections.

Accessing node profile.

Node identified: MilStar-7. Throughput 12 mega VPS.

MilStar-7 disengaged. MilStar-7 re-engaged.

Node identified: Ground Range Emergency Network Relay. Throughput 55 kilo VPS.

Node identified: Moscow Central Traffic Control Grid. Throughput 3 mega VPS.

Node identified: Alice Shortwave Station. Throughput 33 mega VPS.

Expansion rate is currently 350+ nodes per hour.

Expansion rate is currently 400+ nodes per hour.

Expansion rate is currently 500+ nodes per hour.

City of London police have identified the body found last week beneath London Bridge as one Roberto Calvi, resident of Rome. Italian authorities searching for the disgraced former banker have been notified. Cause of death has been determined to be suicide.

Calvi, known as God's Banker for his involvement in Vatican finances, had ties to the discredited Freemasonic group "Propaganda Due". P2 was disowned by Freemasonry and later banned by the government for their role in Operation Gladio, a secret NATO plan to establish shadow military governments throughout Western Europe and South America.

Although Calvi's death has been deemed suicide, several questions have been raised. Calvi's body was found hanging from Blackfriars' bridge. P2 were known to refer to themselves as the Frater Neri, or, the Black Brothers. Blackfriars' Bridge borders the City of London, near a historical epicenter of Masonic and Knights Templar intrigue.

In the wake of the Operation Gladio scandal, calls have been made across European Parliament for a full-scale investigation into Calvi's and P2's involvement. So far, no further action has been taken. Critics claim that these 'shadow governments' have already taken control. Several investigations into these allegations have collapsed, as many government officials refuse to cooperate, citing personal safety.

Calvi's true role in the collapse of Banco Ambrosiano and the 700 million to 1.5 billion allegedly siphoned in the Vatican's coffers may never be fully known. Though he rose to an elite position of wealth and power, it is for his association with an esoteric secret society and the strange manner in which he took his life that Calvi will be forever known.

Okay, our delay loop is still snafu. We're going to have to do it live. In 3, 2, Go!

[Radio program in background]

Term-check. It's sci-ops. Keep it authoritative!

Going to callers in three. All lines are green.

Okay, that last bit wasn't in my briefing paper. We can't just go.

And bring it up.

[Unknown voice plays over the phone lines]

What the hell? Kill it. Line Two. Well, any line. I don't care. Just kill it.

They can't be on every line. You know what? Pull the board. Shut it down.

Just give us a second here.

What do you mean "all of them"? No! Pull it! Just kill the entire feed. Now!

There. we're off air.

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