Rex: Mmm. Kind of ripe in here.
Bobo Haha: That little door back there.
[Bobo clears his throat]
Bobo Haha: Not the bathroom.
Rex: Hold this.
[Bobo hold the object]
Rex: And whatever you do: do not let go.
Bobo Haha: Or what?
Bobo Haha: You will pay.
Dr. Holiday: Rex, why aren't you fixing that shield regulator?
Rex: Hint. You may remember him from such schemes as: destroying Providence Headquarters, and trying to take over the entire Earth.
Dr. Holiday: Van Kleiss in there? You're right you should investigate, *after* you fix the shield.
Rex: Then it might be too late.
Dr. Holiday: She's there, isn't she?
Rex: Who? Breach? Yeah - but...
Dr. Holiday: [Holiday sighs] A quick recon and that's it. I'll try to buy some time at this end, and I want regular check ups.
Rex: Okay folks, here's the 4-1-1. V.K., NoFace - getting cozy. Gonna try and bust it up. That's all I got for now. Over and out.
Bobo Haha: Oh don't you dare hang up! I'm feeling a cramp coming on.
Circe: You're right you know. We should be down there with him. What is he up to anyway?
Biowulf: I... do not know.
Circe: You don't know? I thought he trusted you with everything.
Biowulf: Of course he does! He just
[Biowulf reaches into the bushes and grabs Rex. Rex screams]
Rex: Hey! Easy on the stealth suit. Which apparently isn't so stealthy.
Circe: Down now!
Rex: Not til we hear each other out.
Circe: Sure. I'll go first.
[Circe uses her powers on Rex. Rex's flyer falls appart and the start free falling]
Rex: Aw great. Way to go, Circe.
NoFace: There was one who tormented us. Humiliated us. The grower of machines.
Van Kleiss: Ah Rex. Another thorn we share. My proposal is simple: you control a formidable legion. I, in turn, can provide escape and the vengenance you seek. I can be you liberator. You can be my General. Together we will *crush* our enemies. Starting with the one you hate most. Now, then are we...
Biowulf: [Entering] Master, I have report.
Van Kleiss: This is a private conversation. Can't you handle the slightest detail without bothering me?
Biowulf: ...Of course, Master. It was nothing.
Rex: You've seen the things that live here. Whatever deal you think Van Kleiss is making, it's going to turn out bad for everyone.
Circe: 30 seconds.
Rex: I do know who you are, Circe. Just once think for yourself. Maybe your perfect leader could actually be wrong, may be even crazy, nuts, certifiably insane!
Circe: SHUT UP!
Rex: Did you ever wonder why he's so interested in you?
Rex: Oh, I don't know... maybe he wants me dead.
Circe: Not anymore. Something has changed, Rex. Ever since you got your powers back, I hear him talking, says you have something that's the key to everyting for whatever reason, he needs you alive. I know it, Rex! He'd *never* let you be killed.
Rex: Never, huh?
NoFace: [as Rex is being dragged in] Defiler! Give it to us.
Van Kleiss: Now do you believe I can deliver what I say? Will you agree to my leadership?
NoFace: We agree to it. Give it to us! Now. Now! NOW!
Circe: Van Kleiss, I didn't bring Rex here so you could - he'll kill him.
Van Kleiss: Never forget how I found you, Circe. What you were before. He's yours.
NoFace: Now feel my pain.
Rex: First - a few ground rules. Nothing below the belt and... I have a date on Friday... So easy on the face... Not exactly a problem in your case. Having no face and all.
Circe: [as NoFace is attacking Rex] Stop this, Please. You need him *alive*!
Van Kleiss: Alive, yes. Heart pumping. Lungs breathing, but his mind - less that's left of that, the better. Circe I warn you, Lift so much as a finger to help him, and you're finished.
Rex: [after Van Kleiss protects Rex from NoFace's attack] I'm not driving a wedge between you, am I?
Van Kleiss: Well played.
Rex: Good news for me. For you - not so much.
Rex: The work here finished. The hero does the nobel thing -he runs like a thief. Adios!
Bobo Haha: Where the heck have you been?
Rex: You're not still holding on to that are you?
[Bobo releases his grip]
Rex: Because it's a good thing, you know - with the whole kaboom.
Bobo Haha: Great. 'Cause this situation's not random enough already. Let's throw some raging teen hormones into the mix.
Bobo Haha: Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa! There are some of us around here that might not like the sound of whatever you're about to do.
Circe: I'll adjust the frequency to exclude friendly Evos.
Bobo Haha: Does that include me?
Circe: For now.
Rex: Torn betwen saving his friends or the world - our hero makes the - stupid choice.
Bobo Haha: What is it about stealing from our own people that's so damn satisfying.
Circe: You forgot to remove the tracker.
Bobo Haha: Uh, funny that.
Circe: I'm not going to Providence.
Rex: Doesn't matter where you go. All that matters is that *you* want to go there. That said - I hear Hong Kong's nice this time of year.