"Is this really necessary?" Jensen asks as Aisha, once again, ties him to a tree.

"Do I really have to answer that?" she smirks.

"You are enjoying this waaaay too much."

"It has its perks," she admits. "At least I'm not gagging you."

Jensen suddenly flinches, then blinks his eyes several times.

"You all right?" Aisha asks.

"Yeah, I'm…I'm fine," he answers, furling his eyebrows. "Just a weird flash… Hey, maybe you should tie those a little tighter."

"You aren't going anywhere," she smiles at him sympathetically, patting him on the shoulder as she stands. He nods distractedly as she moves back over to sit beside Clay and the others.

"How is he?" Clay asks.

"Says he's fine," she shrugs. "So do we have some sort of plan, or are we just going to sit here until something happens?"

Clay looks over at Jensen who has his head down, shaking it back and forth ever so slightly. He watches as the blonde manages to wiggle the glasses off his face, dropping them into his lap, after which he proceeds to jerkily look around himself, blinking rapidly.

"He's not telling us something," Clay finally says as he turns his attention back to the team. "I saw it in his face when he was running through the files."

"All I saw was him bein' pissed off when you came back and forced him to get to work," Pooch states. "I already thought he acted like a big, stupid kid; but, man, that tantrum was gold."

"I'm talking about when he snapped out of it," Clay explains. "You ever know Jensen to keep his mouth shut when he's on his computer?"

Pooch frowns. "No, but I just figured he was goin' through another phase."

Clay shakes his head. "I don't think so. Whatever he found in those files has him worried."

They all look at the hacker again, seeing him pressing his head back against the trunk of the tree, eyes squeezed shut, muttering something to himself over and over again. Clay squints at him, stands, and motions for the others to stay where they are as he moves to check on the obviously distraught man. As he nears, he can hear Jensen muttering "they're not real" in a sing-songy fashion.

"You don't look like you're holding up too well, kid," Clay says, leaning over the bound man.

"Oh, I'm fine," Jensen replies casually, keeping his eyes shut tight. "I mean, sure, I'm hallucinating a plague of spiders overrunning the whole camp, but nothing to worry about." He cracks an eye open to peek at Clay. "I am hallucinating, right?"

"I don't see any spiders," Clay assures him. "Besides, if there were, you'd be hearing Pooch screaming like a little girl."

Jensen barks out a nervous laugh. "He's not afraid of spiders."

"He hates them more than you. He just hides it a little better," Clay grins.

"No shit?"

"No shit."

Jensen's smile grows bigger as he nods, squeezing his eye shut again and blowing out a deep breath. Clay pats him on the leg.

"Try to get some sleep. Tomorrow we'll work on how to get those robots out of your head."

"…Right…" Jensen sighs, but says no more.

As soon as Cougar loosens the bindings around his arms, Jensen springs up from the ground and claps his hands together, words pouring out of his mouth at a hyper-fast rate.

"All right, so here's the deal. I can't just reprogram the bots from my computer because there's no way to get a direct signal from Sasha to inside my head. The only way to shut them down is to send in like an officer bot to order them to knock it off. The problem is, I destroyed the nanite cache when I blew the computer in the lab, so the only way to get one of the bots to reprogram is to pull it out of my head. The problem with that is we can't do it from here. There's a complicated extraction process involving a lot of equipment and trained personnel, and frankly, we don't have the time to get all that before I short-circuit, so I was thinking about this all night, and I think the best way to go about this is to have Spunky Barney over there 'capture' me, take me back to Max's compound, and have the mad scientist guys pull some of the buggers out, because really, that's what they want me for, anyway. Then, when they have a few, you guys rush in, save the prisoner, take out the bad guys, and I go to work anti-cyborging myself. Sound good?"

Clay, Aisha, Cougar, and Pooch stare at him for a second before Pooch says. "Damn, boy, did you breathe at all during that?"

"Probably not," Jensen answers matter-of-factly. "So…?"

"There's no other way?" Clay asks.

"Not that I can think of, no; at least, not at the rate I'm deteriorating."

Aisha speaks as she works on cleaning her guns. "So all we have to do is let you get caught, let Max work you over a little bit, gun down a complex full of trained soldiers that we've already hit once, haul your ass back out, then hope you're still lucid enough to get rid of your virus."

"Basically, yeah," he confirms in that same matter-of-fact tone.

Pooch sighs. "Let's do this."

"Uh…there's one more little thing," Jensen says hesitantly. He waits until they all look at him before he continues. "Once they start pulling the bots out, you have to get me out of there pretty fast."

"Why's that?" Clay asks.

"Because if you don't, and they manage to get all of them, you won't have anyone left to save."

Cougar takes off his hat and runs a hand through his hair while Pooch lets out a tense breath. Aisha looks up at Clay who closes his eyes in resignation. "Then we do this fast and we do it clean, no room for errors."

"You got a plan, Colonel?" Pooch asks.

Clay looks over at their hostage, a small smile forming on his face. "I'm beginning to get one…"

"Uh oh, Spunky Barney, that look on his face means bad, bad things for you," Jensen grins.

The soldier's eyes go wide as Clay moves towards him.