Thank you.
Good luck, Sergeant.
White phosphorous?
Conchita here, she's
a real spitfire.
Just make sure you're not near
me when your gun blows up.
- Where are we?
- Off by 4 leagues north-southwest.
Gotta pass through the city
like the old monk said.
Let's go.
Check your targets.
Two...
Need a hand with that, boss?
Be quiet.
Refugees. Where the
hell are they going?
Hunter?
The current bid stands
at two gold watches...
a diamond necklace, and
10,000 gold talents!
Get out of here, go on.
Clear off, then.
- Going once, going twice...
- I said, get back!
Sold! To the skeleton
in the monkey suit.
One ticket, not two!
- I bought it!
- And she'll show her gratitude...
cleaning my crap
from here to Mars.
Unless you want to
buy another ticket?
That's all my money!
Then fuck off!
Do you know who I am?
That's who you are.
Ass, stash or cash!
Nobody rides free!
I want everybody on in ten minutes. 
We need to cut through there.
I want diamonds. 
- Good place for an ambush.
- Can't be too many mutes.
There's too much easy meat.
All the more reason
for them to come.
I don't care whose... open it. 
Come on, show us your money.
It's your life I'm talking about.
Give me that... ah, fuck off.
Let it go, Hunter.
We go through the square.
- We don't have time for this.
- Make time.
The next one begins in 5.000 talents.
Save yourselves.
Get your money out, come on!
Any advance on 6,000?
Come on, we haven't got all day.
Price stands at 7,000 talents...
three bottles of very
old Scottish whiskey...
Get out of it.
Let them on.
Are you making a bid?
First you take the kids
and then the women...
and then you take the men
if there's any room left.
Hey, Soldier-Boy. The ship
can only carry so much weight.
Yeah? What do you weigh?
- 275kg?
- 310kg.
310, that's two women and
two kids. Come on. Let's go.
- What do you weigh?
- Very little.
Dump the luggage. Take them all.
It's top.
Church, it's not too far. It's just
in the middle of the old city.
You figure out where
we're going yet?
Straight on.
Listen you endanger the mission
again, I shoot you myself.
Why wait?
Christ!
What sort of church is this?
How do you lose a city?
The catacombs lead
down to the Lost City.
There must be thousands.
Each New Age builds upon
the bones of the old.
How many times have
they come before?
They didn't do this, we did this.
We've always excelled
at killing one another.
They would challenge our supremacy...
as the architects of our own end.
Halt!
- Brother?
- Yes?
The Lost City.
That skyscraper, we need
to go down, deep into it.
The City of the Ancients,
buried 500 years ago...
in the Black Winter.
- Holy shit!
- We're being watched.
What are they?
I have no idea.
What's it say?
"Abandon all hope."
Motherfuckers.
No shit.
Jesus, that's deep.
Someone's going to
have to stay up here.
We don't want them coming
down on top of us.
I got it.
You watch your ass
out there, compaAt the end of the Ice Age,
the Machine came.
It came from outside.
It came from space.
It came with one purpose...
to change Man into Mutant.
After much suffering and death...
a warrior named Neachdainn...
united the ancient tribes of Man.
Together, they sealed the deadly
Machine beneath the earth.
In the distant mountains
of eastern Europe...
only The Brotherhood,
descendants of Neachdainn...
kept knowledge of
the Machine alive...
in stories, in myths, in the
sacred book of The Chronicles.
Years later, four Corporations
ruled the world.
Mishima in the East...
Bauhaus and Imperial
in Europe and Africa...
Capitol in the West.
Each Corporation fights each other...
for what little resources
remain in a war without end.
On the muddy planes of Europe...
the Bauhaus Corporation prepares...
for another assault
on the Capitol lines.
Between them, beneath them,
the Machine still waits.
Keep it up, lads, put a smile on it.
Will you put