Night again. Mira and another Sixer arrive at a meeting point. "I don't think he's going to show," says her escort, right before whomever it is they're meeting arrives. "I was starting to worry," says Mira, who got there like FIVE SECONDS AGO. "Give it to me," says Buddy, and Mira says, "Not even a thank-you?" like just how damn long do the Sixers want to spend in the jungle at night, and Buddy seems at first to apologize, saying he's been out here so long he's forgetting his manners. Then: "Thank you, thank you for finally getting your act together and doing what you were sent here to do," he snaps, and demands the box again.
Mira -- who tells us all (I assume Buddy would know this) that she was supposed to bring it through the portal to him, but thanks to Taylor it took longer than expected -- wants to know what the box is for. "My work. Just my work," he says, and he holds up the device, which powers up and springs open on his touch, displaying holograms of mysterious charts and formulae. "Beautiful, aren't they?" he says, just spookily enough for us to know that he's kinda crazy.
The box shuts. "So much to do," he says, putting it in his pack and starting to walk off. Mira calls him "Lucas" and tells him to be careful, because Taylor knows he's getting close to an answer. "If he wants to stop me, he's going to have to kill me. Good ol' Dad will have to choose between his own flesh and blood and his precious Terra Nova," says Lucas.
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