Early 4th of July Present
...and I can't wait until all the new guys start bashing me for bumping such an old thread
INT. HLP Bar. Day.
A few people, of the sleezy persuasion, are milling about, drinking beer, swapping stories, etc. We move the camera through the crowd, and
see Sandwich, hunched over. There is a large circle of curious onlookers surrounding him. Sandwich takes another slug of beer,
and slams it down on the table.Sandwich: More.
Bartender: Ye-ye-yes, sir!
Fr3z3r, a big, biker-mob-type guy, approaches Sandiwch.Fr3z3r: Hey Sandwich. Whatsa matter? Ain't so high and mighty without your hammer, ain't ya?
A smaller guy, behind him, pipes up.Extra: Hey, Fr3z3r, don't pester him, man, he's an admin, you don't want to piss them off.
Fr3z3r gestures to Sandwich's belt.Fr3z3r: Ain't an admin no more, small-fry. Ain't that right, Sandiwch?
Sandwich doesn't reply, and takes another slug of beer. Fr3z3r, flustered, grabs him by the shoulder, twirls him around, and lifts him off
the ground by his collar.Fr3z3r: Hey, punk, want me to punch another mouth into your face?
Sandwhich sighs.Sandwich: Go ahead...I don't care anymore.
Fr3z3r looks back at the gathered crowd, grinning.Fr3z3r: I guess I can oblige the gent, boys! Anything for an admin!
A roar of laughter and cheers go up from the assembaly. As Fr3z3r pulls begins to wail on Sandwich, a voice lances through the crowd.Voice: ENOUGH!
The walls echo with the sound. The cheering stops. Everything is silent, and a section of the crowd parts. Out steps Kalifreth.Fr3z3r: (Chuckles + turns around) What do you want, punk?
Kalifreth: Let him go...
Fr3z3r: Sure...
He tosses Sandwich, now limp, and covered with bruises, to the ground.Fr3z3r: But I want you, next, little man.
Kalifreth: As you wish.
Fr3z3r lets loose a barbaric yell, and charges toward Kalifreth, who leaps into the air, and richets off the roof. Fr3z3r, confused,
reaches out to grab him with both hands. Kalifreth rockets in between them, lands on the floor with a soft thud, and swings his leg out under
Fr3z3r. Unable to dodge the leg, Fr3z3r takes a hard fall to the ground. While he's still falling, Kalifreth flips over on his back and
scoots under him, sending his legs into the small of Fr3z3r's back, sending him flying into the cieling. Fr3z3r hits with full force, then
falls back down, unconcious, with blood dripping from his nose and mouth. Kalifreth walks over to Sandwich, and offers him a hand. Sandwich,
amazed at Kalifreth's show of force, grasps it.Sandwich: You didn't have to do that, you know.
Kalifreth: (Chuckles) Yes, I did.
Sandwich sighs, and they walk out the door, as the entire crowd's eyes follow them through. We cut to:INT. Cloaked Figure's Quarters. Night.
We start looking at CF, as he his huddled over his computer terminal, quietly tapping away. We pan around to look at his bed. Lying on the
top is his cloak. All we can see of cloaked figure is his glowing red eyes. A knock is heard on the door. He looks quickly at it, then taps a
few commands into his computer console. An image of the area just outside the door appears. Zylonbane is standing patiently. He knocks
again, and the sounds on the door correspond.CF: Come.
Zylonbane steps inside. He is about to turn on the lights, when he is stopped by CFCF: Stop! Leave it off.
ZB: But...
CF: You wish to argue?
His eyes grow a bit brighter.ZB: No...
CF's eyes return to their normal, piercing intensity. Zylonbane sits down in a chair opposite CF.ZB: How many more are left before we may start?
CF: Patience my child, patience. We must first start to build an army. There are a few remaining, yes, but I have others.
Many others.
They will come, in time.
ZB: Don't you think the admins will begin to suspect something?
CF: They will suspect...nothing.
ZB: (Bows) As you say sir.
CF: Good. Then go out, and begin recruiting. I need my....beauty sleep.
ZB stands, bows, and turns away. The door shuts behind him, and CF turns back to his work. We fade to black.
