- Dr. Holiday: It's not the storm they're running from. The nanites inside there are forcing the animals away. It's creating a kind of nanite free zone.
- Rex: Heh. We should call White Knight. Maybe he'll move here and leave us alone.
- Rex: Why are you causing this nanite free zone?
- Van Kleiss: How convinient it must be to make me the root of all evil. I'm not causing it. I've come to discover the source, and destroy it.
- Rex: This could be the cure to nanites.
- Van Kleiss: And I live off nanites. What Providence calls a "cure," I call "death."
- Rex: Rex to base. We've got trouble of the egomanical kind.
- Dr. Holiday: Van Kleiss is there? Why am I not surprised?
- Rex: I think the real question is: if everything else is in such a race to get out, why is *he* going *in*?
- Dr. Holiday: Rex, wait.
- Rex: Don't worry, Doc. It's me. What could possibly happen?
- Van Kleiss: This phenonmenon deserves my personal attention. What we seek is nearby. I can feel it pushing against me.
- Rex: [Rex emerges from the sand storm] Yeah?
- [Rex kicks Van Kleiss]
- Rex: How about kicking against you too?
- Van Kleiss: This is not simply a nanite free zone. Something is stealing the nanites from our bodies. We linger here too long, we both may find ourselves defenseless against the other.
- Rex: Well then, we better blow this joint. And when I say "we" I mean me!
- [Rex tries to escape and fails]
- Van Kleiss: If either of us is to escape this place, we will have to work together.
- Rex: What exactly are you suggesting?
- Van Kleiss: A temporary truce.
- Rex: An *extremely* temporary truce.
- Van Kleiss: It appears that the zone not only destroys nanites. But is...
- Rex: Sqeezing the life from the Earth. This isn't sand. This is *me*!
- Van Kleiss: No need to panic, Rex. We have at least 20 minutes before fossilization - give or take.
- Rex: Don't panic. Says the guy who used to be dirt.
- Van Kleiss: I've been following you both very closely since his - miraculous reappearance. Even if you don't want to hear what I have to say, this one is for free. Do not place your trust in Caesar. He's not the man you believe him to be.
- White Knight: I will not risk everyone on board that ship for one agent - even *that* agent.
- [Holiday subtly ends the call. Then to Six]
- Dr. Holiday: Whoops. Guess the sattelite feed went down. Nasty sand.
- Van Kleiss: Your brother is responsible for the most significant catastrophe in human history. You have to admit as brilliant as Caesar is, he's... not quite right. Am I telling you something you haven't already noticed?
- Rex: You know Zag-Rs? How?
- Van Kleiss: She was designed as a decontamination program in the original nanite labratory. Her task was to destroy any rogue nanites that escaped from the holding tank.
- Rex: She did a great job. Whoever designed her should be taken out and beaten with a tendril.
- Van Kleiss: Caesar designed her.
- Rex: I"m going to have to have a chat with my brother when this is over.
- Van Kleiss: There's no time. Her strength is growing exponentially. To achive victory you must trust me.
- Rex: Trust you? That's comedy gold. Even if I was that big a doof neither of us has enough power to fight back.