Voice: Hel, the betrayer attack was a major security breach. If it relayed your location to the Bailies-

Hel: The move's on schedule. The new lab systems are priming up as we speak... Mauser, we have a glitch with-

[Sees Mauser giving Sarge a massage]

Hel [cont.]: What the-?

Sarge: Mmmm. That's nice. Little lower

Hel: Oh, give it up.

Cleo: Well, what do you think?

Mauser: But you've altered it in some way

Cleo: Oh you mean the ankle pads and the extra hip pockets that served absolutely no purpose? Yes, I've ripped them off

Mauser: But-

Cleo: Look Mauser. In the 21st century, the one year I saw of it, guys got a little further by complementing a girl's outfit

Sarge: Good luck

Mauser: It covers you well

Cleo: Hel? Come on, honestly

Hel: That's great, Cleo

[Cleo sees the door thingy messing up and gets grabbed by an arm through it. She screams

Hel pulls it off her]

Hel: Sarge, we're under attack

Voice: Hel, what's happening?

Cleo: What the Hell was that?

Hel: I dunno, but I don't like it. Duck and roll

Voice: Hel, is Mauser secure?

Hel: Not yet

Voice: Hel, Mauser must not be captured

[Entre Creegan]

Dude: Creegan, we're not secure

Creegan: I don't care. I want Mauser

Hel: Creegan

Voice: Hel, have you secured Mauser?

Hel: Not yet

Voice: Mauser must not be captured. If you can't secure him... eliminate him

Creegan: Now, that wasn't so hard was it?

Cleo: Mauser's dead

Hel: Not dead, he's just off line

Bug dude: Let's go

Hel: Creegan!

Creegan: Helen

Voice: Hel, everything we know, Mauser knows. If Creegan compromises that, he could access critical information about you, the other teams, every level we have.

Hel: He won't get that far

Cleo: Need a third wheel?

Sarge: Sure don't recommend staying here

Cleo: Come on, Hel

Self-destruct voice: 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1

Creegan: Wake up. Hi

Mauser: If you're planning on splitting my nanal plasma, you're wasting your time. It's encoded with 4 security backups

Creegan: Oh, I thought it was five. At least, let me try. Unless of course you want to tell me in your own words everything I want to hear! Siphon.

Bug dude: Siphon activated

Creegan: <laughs>

Cleo: Wait, in a sec

Sarge: The signal is weak; we haven't got much time keep moving down

Cleo: Hey, Hel. That Creegan. What did he do?

Hel: He murdered my family <jumps off the ledge>

Cleo: Wait! Where's she going?

Sarge: The Voice is leading us to Mauser

Cleo: Face value? You accept that?

Sarge: Never had a reason not to

Cleo: So who's this Voice?

Sarge: The Voice has saved us more times then I can remember. She's the reason we're going to take back the surface

Cleo: So who is this Voice?

Creegan: Mr. Mauser. I can only hope you're too important for Helen and company not to look for you. So, I command you, where is that little homing beacon?

Mauser: Hemisphere five root twenty three of the nural-senactic net

Creegan: What does that mean? Do you know what that means? Anyone? Why can't you just say 'behind my left ear'? Always making it harder to reach, but I do believe we have a trace. <to the bugs> Leave me. Just buy me some playtime.

Voice: Mauser's homing beacon is down.

Creegan: Helen?

Voice: They'll make a party with your death, Hel

Hel: Voice?

Sarge: What's happening?

Creegan: Helen?

Hel: Creegan.

Creegan: So, you do carry the voice? You like mine better?

Hel: It sounds different. I guess that's what happens when someone rips out half your throat

Creegan: What was dear old dad trying to do to me?

Hel: What I'm going to do to you

Creegan: You know Helen; at a proper pitch that little voice receptor inside your head could actually BURST! No, that's not it. I'd love to chat with you in person but Mauser just can't seem to keep his head shut. He's already told me everything I need to know about you and others like you.

Hel: Others like me? What are you talking about?

Creegan: Mindless drones doing errands for a 'voice'. For what I ask? To rid the underworld of betrayers? To rid the surface of the mighty Bailies? Exercises in futility, Helen.

Sarge: Tell me we're almost there

Creegan: Unless the Voice knows something I don't. Perhaps Mauser can shed some light on that subject to. BYE! <to his bugs> Launch the attack

Hel: Go back to the shaft!

Cleo: Run Hel! Oh! Hel, are you okay? It's up to you!

<Hel and Cleo fall>

<Sarge catches them with her web launchers>

Sarge: Come on now talk to us

Hel: Creegan's got the beacon; he's going to blow the voice receptor.

Sarge: So take it out

Hel: No time! Go get Mauser

Sarge: Maybe a precision shot to the jaw!

Cleo: What are you doing?

Hel: The receptor is in her ear

Cleo: So shooting it out's going to do the trick?

Hel: Sarge, go!

Sarge: No, all for one and one for nothing, right Cleo?

Cleo: Yeah. Sarge!

Sarge: Take this!

Cleo: What is this? What do I do with this?

Sarge: Just run it along her jaw and take out the voice receptor

Cleo: No no no, I've never even played a surgeon

Sarge: I'm a little busy right now

Creegan: Stop! Go back. Oh. Isn't she dying right about now?

Cleo: What am I looking for?

Sarge: You'll know when you see it

Cleo: I see it, I see it

Sarge: You gotta cut it out

Cleo: Okay

Sarge: Hurry

Cleo: Almost there Hel. Okay, okay, I got it, I got it. Okay. Hell, do you hear me? Hel, hello?

<Hel blasts the bad guys>

Creegan: Mr. Mauser. This weapon is Bailie in origin. Hel has made progress in leaps in bound, hasn't she?

Hel: Sarge, get Mauser

Sarge: If we're not too late already

Creegan: Protect the plasma

Hel: Sarge, the siphon!

Bug-dude: They've blown off the siphon and damaged the link to the main source

Sarge: Come here quick

Bug-dude: They've cut off the siphon and Mauser's download has stopped

Creegan: Give me what we have

Bug-guy: When don't have anything. The information was deleted

Creegan: I'm upset you're here, Helen but if you tell me more about this Bailie toy of yours, maybe I can rechannel some of my anger. I'm speaking to Helen! So tell me, did Mauser incorporate some of this technology into some of your arsenal?

Hel: Why don't you find out? <shoots him>

Creegan: That's not it Hel

Hel: No, but this is. Sarge, now!

<Sarge blasts him>

Hel: Ow!

Cleo: Sorry, sorry. There we go, Hel, you should be hearing the Voices anytime now

Hel: Thanks Cleo, you did good

Cleo: Thanks

Mauser: Hel, I'm sorry I couldn't stop them

Hel: Hey, it's okay, Mauser, really

Voice: Hel, can you hear me?

Hel: Yes, Voice, I here you. We got Mauser back

Voice: And Creegan?

Hel: He didn't get anything, but we didn't get him

Sarge: Don't worry, we will

Hel: So Voice, both you and Creegan mentioned others like me...

Voice: Their locations and their identities are safe because of you and your team, Hel. I don't know what else to say, but, you're not alone.