E.P.I.C. EPISODE ONE: Brothers in Crime Dutch sat in the briefing room in his trenchcoat, feet up on the table, sunglasses on, cigarette in one hand, sheets of paper in the other. He looked cool. At the head of the table, a man who was his exact opposite stood and glared at him. He was Roger Harcroft, the Facility Chief of Operations, a thin man with slicked back hair and an immaculate black suit. "Well, what do you think?" Dutch didn't move, and kept the papers held in front of his face. "Dutch? What do you think about the team?" A low, rumbling noise sounded from Dutch's nose. "DUTCH!" The soldier twitched slightly, then carried on smoking. Harcroft narrowed his eyes. "You were asleep, weren't you?" "I don't sleep." Dutch continued staring at the personnel records he had been given whilst refusing to read them or absorb any information. Despite his best efforts to not care, he had picked up two of the names. Janet Drake and Steven Cho. They sounded like people who would get shot early on. Dutch knew about these things. Roger Harcroft began pacing the briefing room, checking his rolex watch every 10 seconds. "They have no reason to be late! There's no traffic in the Nevada Desert, and even less on restricted military roads. You know what it is, Dutch...?" Dutch was too cool to respond. And in any case, he already knew what the Chief was going to say. "It's the speed limit," Harcroft declared. "They're obeying the speed limit. I can't stand people who do that. You can't trust them. Because the fact is, most people speed, and if you don't speed then you're not most people! You're someone who is either deluded into thinking you're going at a decent speed, or someone so untrusting of their own reflexes that you're terrified of speeding. A maniac or a neurotic, neither of whom should be allowed to drive a car! You can't trust people who obey the law - you just can't!" Dutch had made an origami swan out of Freefall's personnel file. "DUTCH!" "I'll swing by the copier." He put his cigarette out on Cho's photograph.