Quintana Roo, Mexico...
Driscoll arrived in Mexico, he begs a little in flea markets near a market, he gets money and buys new clothes, he has to move fast, he knows that it is only a matter of time before the military finds him again... he continues his journey... .back to the United States.
At Monarch's base...
Englehorn is impatient to know everything, so Randa talks to him.
Bill Randda: "You have to make something very clear in what I am going to tell you, everything is classified material, if you know history...during the time of the Second World War there was a sub-program for the development of infantry weapons, to improve biotech".
Englehorn already knows what it is.
Captain Englehorn: "The case of the adventurous archaeologist, a super soldier was what they were looking for."
Bill Randa: "Yes, quite right. Let's say, I wanted to revive the program and I put people to work on it...in the laboratory they made weapons and we were better men. Driscoll's work was very early, he didn't focus weapons, he thought he was working on radiation resistance, I never told him what the program was for".
Randa sits down.
Bill Randa: "I fully trusted his work, so much so that he tried it on himself, and something went seriously wrong."
Randa lights a cigar and smokes.
Bill Randa: "Or maybe the opposite, if we analyze it logically...Driscoll's body is owned by the army and Monarch."
Captain Englehorn: "You said he didn't work in weapons."
Bill Randa: "Yeah, I said that."
Captain Englehorn: "But he was trying other things."
Bill Randa: "The wonders of modern genetics, he developed a serum, which looked quite promising."
Captain Englehorn: "Why did he run away?"
Bill Randa: "He's a scientist, not a military man. How old are you, 45?"
Captain Englehorn: "39, actually."
Bill Randa: "It's complicated, right, at his age he should leave the trenches and become a colonel."
Captain Englehorn: "None of that for me, I'm a warrior...until death, you wouldn't want to have the me of 10 years ago as an enemy."
Randa understands what he wants.
Bill Randa: "Maybe I can give him what he's looking for...a beastly force."
Englehorn smiles.