ON,
GET BACK!
YOU THINK YOU GOT AWAY BY DYING?
HUH?
THINK AGAIN.
I'LL FIND ANOTHER BIDDER.
YOU KNOW WHY, KRISTOFF?
BECAUSE SOMEBODY OUT THERE IS
GOING TO WANT TO PULL YOU APART
TO FIND OUT WHAT MAKES YOU TICK.
AGH...!Oh, this is way too
much country for me.

Come on, city boy, a little
fresh air never hurt anybody.
It's not the air
that's bothering me.
Shal, Brennan,
you in position yet?
Oh, it's hard to say.
We're in the middle
of a corn field.
Well, check your coordinates.
Yeah, don't worry, Lex.
We're in the right spot.
You know, it's been over an
hour, and there's still no sign
of your whistle-blower.
I'm beginning to
think he bailed.
Let's give him ten more.
This better be some whistle.
Well, according to the Dominion,
he's got proof of an upcoming
genetic disaster.
Are you sure you don't
see anything at all?
Yeah, well, a whole lot of corn.
And bugs.

Damn, that's
a big grasshopper.
It's a locust.
Yeah, well, whatever it is
just... keep it away from me.
Do you hear that?
Guys, talk to me.
What's going on?
Ah, it's nothing.
It's just the wind.
That's not the wind.
Let's move!
What the hell's that?
Locusts!
Thousands of them!
They're all over us!
Guys, what's happening?

They're dead.
Every single
one of them.
That can't be good.
Gets worse.
I think we've found
our informant.
Scientist Adam Kane was a
pioneer of genetic research,
manipulating DNA to
save human lives.
But in many, their genes
unexpectedly mutated
and they developed
superhuman abilities.
Together, four of the most
powerful fight to protect
a world that doesn't
even know they exist.
They are... Mutant X.
The smoke of
a giant furnace.
From that smoke locusts
came down upon the earth,
and they were given powers
like that of scorpions."
Wow. Sounds like somebody did
some hard time in Sunday school.
It's good
for the soul.
So, you think those locusts are
the disaster your informant was
trying to tell us about?
It's kind of hard to say
since he's not talking.
Hmm.
We'll just have to wait until
we hear from Dr. Bellows,
Dominion's entomologist.
You think he's
worth his salt?
Well, from what I hear, if it
flies, crawls or squirms,
she's the one who can tell us
what we're dealing with.
She?
Hm.
Hm.
I suspect it's a genetically
modified version of
Schistocerca Gregaria
The desert locust.
The most aggressive and
voracious of the locust family.
They're eating machines.
How do you know it's been
genetically modified?
Oh, honey,
because there is simply
nothing this destructive
found in nature.
How much do you weigh?
Buck ninety?
Two hundred?
Never mind.
The point is, this is not your
garden variety locust, okay?
These are bred to resist
any kind of pesticides.
And from what we saw, pretty
healthy appetites, too.
Oh, yeah.
They feed on all kinds of crop
vegetation,
corn, grain, wheat,
until there's nothing left.
And you know what?
By the looks of it, if their
reproductive system is
advanced as I think it is,
these bugs have the potential
to create a national famine
like nothing you've ever seen.
Why would someone even create
something like that?
Oh, who knows?
An agro-terrorist or
random whack-job.
But it doesn't
make sense.
I mean, one minute they're
on a feeding frenzy,
and the next they're
dropping from the sky.
I suspect you've stepped into
a very controlled experiment.
So what you're saying is
the best is yet to come?
I pray you find out before we
have a disaster on our hands.
I got the autopsy results
on our dead informant.
Let me guess:
death by locusts.
Try bullets - two of them.
Hm.
Whoever's breeding these
things is willing to kill
to protect them.
The company he
worked for is ZDT.
It's a huge agro conglomerate
run by the Keary family.
I understand you're
familiar with them.
Yeah.
We're old family friends.

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