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NARRATOR: WildC.A.T.s mission
log, entry number 44.3.
The Temple of Themiscrya has
buried itself beyond Helspont’s
reach.
At the moment, the WildC.A.T.s
are on guard, but there are
starting to be distractions.
(Whistling)
WARBLADE: How long before the
lovebirds give in?
Two days.
Ten bucks says one.
You’re on.
SPARTAN: The temple buried
itself deep.
We’re looking at nearly a
quarter mile of solid stone
straight down.
Yeah?
Well, as far as I’m concerned,
it can stay there.
If we can’t reach it neither
can Helspont.
He will not stop trying,
however.
And we can’t stay here
forever.
JACOB: Don’t sweat it.
Now that Halo Industries owns
the island, we can load up the
defences, which reminds me--
Give me Archer.
ARCHER: Jacob, my most
despised business competitor.
How unpleasant to hear from you.
I do hope you’re calling with
good news.
Your bankruptcy, perhaps.
(Chuckling)
Listen, Archer.
I got an emergency going here.
I need two of your salvo cannons
and a dozen Stinger-3s right
away.
Really?
Well, Jacob, since it’s you, I
can let you have them for, say,
60 million.
JACOB: What?
That’s three times the going
rate!
(Archer chuckling)
ARCHER: Four, but it’s your
emergency, Jacob.
Take it or leave it.
JACOB: One of these days,
that guy’s going to push me too
far.
Void, where’s Helspont now?
Can you get a reading on the
Behemoth?
(Beeping sounds)
Yes.
It is submerged 40 miles
offshore.
And Jacob, he is scanning this
area now.
HELSPONT: Blast!
Marlowe has wasted no time in
establishing his defences.
They are just conventional
forces.
The Troika will defeat them.
But not with sufficient
speed.
The WildC.A.T.s would be
alerted.
They would teleport in to stop
the Troika’s attack.
So, we wait for an opening.
No!
Each passing moment brings the
WildC.A.T.s’ computer expert,
Warblade, closer to a solution
for the Code of Threes.
With it, they can open the force
field and obtain the orb.
I will not let this happen!
You have a plan, Lord
Helspont?
I do, indeed.
A plan which will eliminate the
WildC.A.T.s as an obstacle
forever!
(Laughing)
DRIVER: They’re here to see
the president.
(Beeping)
(Alarm blaring)
COMPUTER: WildC.A.T. alert,
WildC.A.T. alert!
Daemonite activity detected at
the White House.
What?
GRIFTER: Sounds like old
propane puss is after the top
dog again!
Not if we can help it.
Claws out, C.A.T.s!
We’re going in hard!
(Shouting)
(Gasping)
VOODOO: Daemonites, there!
GRIFTER: Get back, pal!
We’ll handle this.
(Lasers firing)
They’re attacking the
president!
(Shouting)
Hey!
GRIFTER: Look out!
That’s done it now.
(Maul growling)
MAUL: I think we’ve outstayed
our welcome.
(Shouting)
Void, pull us out.
MAN: Hold it right there!
GRIFTER: Oh, man.
Uh, hi, Max.
Oh, Cole.
Don’t tell me you guys are
causing trouble again.
GRIFTER: Those men, they were
enemy agents.
Huh?
Yeah, sure they are.
GRIFTER: I’m telling you,
bro, they were Daemonite agents.
MAX: And I believe you, but
you were darn stupid to pull a
stunt like that on national TV.
Now, the whole country thinks
you were attacking the
president, and I can’t put a
hush on this one.
Well, what were those Drones
doing there?
It was a publicity bite.
They were donating a fortune to
the president’s favourite
charity.
Oh, man.
We’ve been set up!
Perhaps if someone had not
overreacted in a crisis--
Hey, that agent had you in
his sights, sister!
I am capable of looking out
for myself.
Yeah?
Well, excuse me for livin’.
Hey, hey, hey!
It’s too late, it happened.
Now, you have to stand trial.
Yeah?
Well, how ’bout we just cut out
of here?
JACOB: No, Warblade.
We cannot afford to fight the
government and the Daemonites
by becoming outlaws.
We must play along for now.
Helspont’s up to something.
Sooner or later, he’ll tip his
hand, and when he does, I
promise you the WildC.A.T.s will
pounce!
PIKE: Success, Lord Helspont.
We have accessed the nuclear
disarmament facility.
HELSPONT: Excellent.
There they are, the last two
nuclear missiles on Earth.
With one, I shall blast my way
down to the very temple and
destroy the force field which
protects the orb.
But first, with the other, I
shall destroy the WildC.A.T.s.
(Laughing)
(Alarm blaring)
(Groaning)
What happened?
The missiles!
They’re gone!
VOODOO: I can’t believe
they’re putting us here!
Well, let’s face it, Voodoo.
There isn’t a prison around with
a prayer of holding you guys.
So, we’re using the strongest
security vault ever built.
Fort Knox.
Whoa, mama.
I used to dream about busting
in here.
(Hemming)
Before I went straight, of
course.
Uh, Zealot--
JACOB: What?
Helspont stole the pair of
missiles?
That flame-headed freak!
He’s gonna try to blast out the
temple!
That is likely, but at the
moment, the Daemonites are
headed for Fort Knox.
After the C.A.T.s?
What about the government?
They do not have my tracking
ability, they cannot find the
trucks.
JACOB: Just as well.
If the feds try to take on
cinder-skull’s crew, a lot of
innocent people are gonna get
hurt.
Nah, this one we’re gonna handle
ourselves.
And I think I know just how to
do it.
Call an emergency board meeting.
Now.
(Helspont laughing)
HELSPONT: Vengeance.
Our agent reports that the
WildC.A.T.s have been taken to
Fort Knox.
Alert me when you have arrived
within missile range.
PIKE: Without fail, Lord
Helspont.
And instruct our agent to
ensure the WildC.A.T.s do not
escape.
I have waited a long time for
this moment.
MAX: Just remember, keep an
eye on ’em.
I think they’ll cooperate, but
if they don’t, hit ’em with a
jolt from this.
It sends an electrical charge
through the walls and floor of
the vault.
Should knock ’em all cold, even
the cyborg.
Got it?
Good man.
Man, how long are we gonna
put up with this?
Fifteen minutes and I’m already
stir crazy!
What the--?
What’s that clown doing?
(Gasping)
VOODOO: That’s no clown!
He’s Daemonite!
Let’s roar, C.A.T.s!
(Shouting)
♪
Maul, take them.
Goin’ up.
(Screaming)
(Shouting)
What the--?
(Zealot shouting)
GRIFTER: Don’t move, bro.
Hold him, and try not to mess
up this time.
(Shouting)
Time to call Marlowe.
♪
What’s this emergency meeting
all about?
Don’t know, but if I know
Marlowe, it’s got to be big!
JACOB: No, you gotta stay
there.
Sir, the Daemonites have a
nuclear missile.
I’ll handle the bug-faces,
and what’s more, I’ll clear the
charges against you, but I need
you to stay put.
Understand?
If you attack them now, you
could set off a nuclear
disaster.
All right.
We will follow orders for now.
Spartan out.
Marlowe’s gonna take on
Helspont’s crew?
MAUL: No way!
He is no warrior, he is a
mere human.
Hey, don’t diss the race, and
let me tell you guys something.
If the fireplug says he’ll
handle it, he’ll handle it.
Don’t you worry.
Ladies and gentlemen, the
country is faced with an
unexpected nuclear crisis, and
due to the nature of this
situation, we here at Halo are
the only people who can handle
it, so let us do what we do
best.
Let’s cook!
PIKE: Approaching the Big
Sandy now, Lord Helspont.
Once we cross that bridge, we
will be almost in range of Fort
Knox.
(Helspont laughing)
Excellent.
JACOB: Stace, buy that
bridge.
Jim, get me those demolition
permits!
Now, buster!
To heck with the union!
Get your crew rolling in one
minute or you’ll be out of a
job!
You hear me?
What?
They must be renovating the
bridge.
Accursed bureaucracies!
Take the detour.
Scrap metal.
I need four tons.
Hustle.
(Tires blowing out)
Bob, buy out every tire store in
that area.
You heard me.
I want all the gas in a 30-mile
radius.
No, I’m not kidding!
Do it!
PIKE: No!
HELSPONT: Pike, what is
happening?
Now for the clincher.
Let’s go, people!
What the--?
TOLL: This road is now the
property of Halo Industries.
Please pay toll.
(Pike shouting)
Marlowe!
I should have known!
This has gone far enough.
Prepare the hoverships for
launch.
If I cannot fire the missiles, I
shall deliver the warheads
personally.
(Phone ringing)
Yeah?
Give me the news service.
♪
WOMAN: What do you know.
They are enemy agents.
Patch this through to the White
House.
GRIFTER: Uh, hey.
Brought you some food.
It is slop.
Take it away.
Now, come on.
You need your strength.
Hey!
It is fit only for human
males and other swine.
Now, just hold on a minute,
sister!
You’ve been riding my case ever
since we started this gig.
What are you trying to do, drive
me away?
Perhaps I am.
Oh, yeah?
Why?
You would not understand.
Try me, sister!
Maybe I want to find out!
Do not be absurd!
Why would you care?
Why?
Why would I care?
Because I love you, that’s why!
(Sighing)
Oh, man.
Sorry.
Sorry, maybe you were right.
Maybe I wasn’t meant to be a
Coda warrior.
I know, feelings like that get
in the way.
So, I guess--
(Sighing)
I’m sorry.
Guess I failed the final test.
We have both failed, Grifter.
I-- feel the same way, too.
Well, finally!
WARBLADE: Pay up, big guy.
GRIFTER: What?
What did you--?
ZEALOT: Oh, Grifter.
I’ve fought against it for so
long.
Well, maybe it’s time we quit
fighting.
COMPUTER: WildC.A.T. alert,
WildC.A.T. alert!
Nice going, chrome.
Greetings, WildC.A.T.s.
I got good news and bad news.
The good news is you’ve just
received a presidential pardon.
So, what’s the bad news?
The bad news is Helspont’s on
his way there in a hovership,
and he’s got a nuclear warhead
with your names on it.
(Helspont laughing)
VOODOO: Helspont’s on his
way!
SPARTAN: We’ve got to get
topside fast!
Couldn’t have waited 30
seconds.
(Beeping)
PIKE: Lord Helspont!
The alarms are sounding at Fort
Knox.
HELSPONT: The WildC.A.T.s
have detected my approach, but
this should slow them down.
(Laughing)
♪
MAUL: What the--?
SPARTAN: Move it, people!
WARBLADE: Heads up!
Power surge, majorly!
GRIFTER: It’s got to be
Helspont!
Doors fused shut.
Stand back.
♪
MAUL: Oh, yeah!
WARBLADE: Door’s open!
ZEALOT: Let’s go!
Put that down!
GRIFTER: Oh, man.
(Helspont sighing)
HELSPONT: In less than one
minute, the WildC.A.T.s will
cease to be an obstacle.
PIKE: There they are!
(Alarm blaring)
SPARTAN: We have to crack
that tin can.
One pair of can openers
coming up.
(Shouting)
ZEALOT: Daemonite scum!
HELSPONT: Coda witch!
You’ll pay for that.
(Beeping)
Now!
(Shouting)
We have 10 seconds, Pike.
Get us out of here.
♪
(Beeping)
Fair catch.
There.
One more for the scrapheap.
No time to pat our own backs,
C.A.T.s, Helspont’s got a second
warhead, and he’s on his way to
blast out that orb.
MAN: Troika, move out!
HELSPONT: Attention, Drones,
activate the warhead and set
the autopilot.
I want that island vaporized!
(Yelling)
WARBLADE: Yeah, let’s rock
and roll!
GRIFTER: Let’s make toast!
DRONE: Damage.
(Shouting)
JACOB: They’re gonna need air
support, Void.
Any warplanes in the area?
There is one, but you will
not like it.
ARCHER: Jacob, really,
another emergency?
This is getting to be a habit
with you.
JACOB: Listen to me, Archer,
this is no joke!
Ah, but you are, my frantic
fellow.
Whatever you want, the answer
isno.
Goodbye.
Archer!
I’ve had enough of that guy!
Board, sell our Archer Armament
holdings, and sell ’em cheap.
Do it!
STOCK BROKER: Jacob Marlowe’s
unloading all his Archer stock.
Archer Armament must be in
trouble!
Sell Archer stock, sell it!
Hurry!
Archer stock is down by half!
JACOB: Wait for it.
It’s down two-thirds!
Still dropping!
Wait for it.
Now!
Buy it!
Buy it all!
PILOT: This is Archer One.
JACOB: Archer One, this is
Jacob Marlowe.
I just acquired a controlling
interest in Archer Armament.
You are now working for me.
Uh--
And I just doubled your
salary.
Yes, sir!
What are your orders, sir?
ARCHER: Marlowe!
WARBLADE: Hurry home, Troika,
and tell Helspont the
WildC.A.T.s sent ya!
Never mind them.
Look!
GRIFTER: Stand back and watch
me work.
(Beeping)
Here she comes.
SPARTAN: No time to disarm
it.
Maul, listen up.
Got ya, boss.
And now for the long toss!
(Beeping)
(Cheering)
(Helspont groaning)
HELSPONT: It is not over yet,
WildC.A.T.s.
Some day, that orb and the
galaxy will be mine.
This I swear.
ARCHER: My company.
My plane.
My job.
I’ll get you for this Marlowe!
(Sobbing)
♪