[Infiltrators. They are infiltrators. Oh shit. Oh shit.
The blood's drained from David's face, but he doesn't notice. His hands clench the fabric of his jeans and squeeze.]
'Cylons'... okay. Cylons. [So does that mean Sylar's out? Maybe telling the lieutenant about the guy isn't a bad idea after all.]
1997's the year. There's almost six billion people in the world. And.. [He hesitates before forcing it out.] ... we are being infiltrated. It's just started.
[Spam]
The blood's drained from David's face, but he doesn't notice. His hands clench the fabric of his jeans and squeeze.]
'Cylons'... okay. Cylons. [So does that mean Sylar's out? Maybe telling the lieutenant about the guy isn't a bad idea after all.]
1997's the year. There's almost six billion people in the world. And.. [He hesitates before forcing it out.] ... we are being infiltrated. It's just started.