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The Hive. The monsters live here. And they'll die here.
RIGGS, VANCE and BRAND are walking through it. Underneath the city, a connective tissue of tunnels, infested by the beasts. Erin was here, but they were separated and the monsters got her. Now it's all fucked up, and if they're lucky they'll get out alive.
After what seems like hours of being lost in the caves, they come to a clearing. Lit with candles and torches. A throne of gold. And upon it, ERIN.
"Erin! We're here! Let's get the hell out, and torch the place!"
"Oh, boys. You fools. You've been led right into a trap."
RIGGS blacks out as he feels the butt of BRAND's gun hit him in the back of the head.
RIGGS and VANCE, stripped of their clothes and weapons, hanging from chains in a brick dungeon. Lit by torches. Beasts surrounding them in other cages.
"This isn't good, Captain."
"You're telling me, Riggs. Almost as bad as Neo Saigon."
"How long has Brand been one of them?"
"No idea. I thought we could trust him. We all go way back."
"What about Erin? Did you know?"
"I told you, Riggs. We don't know much about these things. The Feds, they've kept us in the dark. Erin's one of them. Brand is too. God knows how high this goes."
"The whole operation? The VAMPS? Does this even go back to New Vietnam?"
"...I don't know."
"We need to find a way out of here. Before we get turned into food."
The door opens. It's an OLD MAN (DONALD FUCKING PLEASENCE), holding a lantern. He uncuffs the chains and hands them their clothes.
"We must hurry. We don't have much time."
"Who are you, old man?"
"Well, Riggs. I suppose the best description is ex-father-in-law."
"Erin's father? How do we know you aren't one of those things?"
"Because my daughter died a long time ago, when she was taken in by these beasts and became their Queen. She only kept me alive through some misbegotten humanity. I am now but a servant, a slave--kept alive by meager means and doing small, humiliating tasks. But I am alive, for now. And that's why I'll help you."
He hands RIGGS and VANCE their GUNS and a bag of EXPLOSIVES.
"I'm not a killer. But you men are. Now burn the night."