Here we go
Hope my writing is still up to snuff.
EDIT: Made a correction/addition to the previous installment:
SANDWICH: So what's your name? And what do you have to gain out of all this?
KALFIRETH: Let’s just say I used to work here! But the name's Kalfireth!
SCENE EIGHTY. INT. MACHINA TERRA FORUM – NIGHT.
We open to see a brightly lit office type room, adorned with books on the side and a large computer terminal resting on a desk, behind which sits STYXX, in a large, padded leather chair. In front of him stands COBRA. STYXX slams his drinking glass down on the table and shouts loudly.
STYXX: What do you mean you weren’t able to disable the weapons systems?
COBRA quivers a little, and struggles to remain intelligible.
COBRA: I…the security system…I wasn’t g-given the right t-tools…
STYXX: And you couldn’t think of anything else?
COBRA: N-no…
STYXX: Jesus H. Christ! When our backup gets here they won’t make it past the first barrage!
COBRA: I’m s-sorry…
STYXX: You’re going to go and do it right. Take whatever you need, we need those defenses taken out. Now go.
COBRA bows slightly.
COBRA: T-thank you sir!
He hurriedly rushes out to avoid a second barrage. As he opens the door and exits, STYXX’s SECRETARY holds it open and addresses the brooding STYXX.
SECRETARY: Sir? You have someone here to see you.
STYXX: Who is it?
SECRETARY: He says to tell you he’s a friend of two peoples. You’d know what it means.
STYXX smiles slightly in recognition, and turns to face his secretary with his whole body. He gestures happily towards her.
STYXX: Ahh, please, please, send him in!
The SECRETARY nods and steps out of the room, closing the door behind her. A few seconds later, the door starts to creak open. STYXX smiles warmly.
STYXX: Hello friend. What can I do for you today…?
The figure is now completely in the room, and gently shuts the door behind him. He starts to speak, and his voice is a dead give away as to his identity.
KALFIRETH: Oh…not much. Just wanted to talk about a few things…
We cut to:
SCENE EIGHTY-ONE. INT. FORUM READY ROOM – NIGHT.
The room is dark and silent, completely deserted this late at night. A camera rotates back and forth in one corner of the wall, it’s red light glowing menacingly in the almost pitch black room. Shadows cast by small emergency lights give an eerie glow to the entire scene, as empty armor hangs on the walls like skeletons.
Soon, we begin to notice that, as the camera turns each direction, a shadow moves on it’s opposite side. The shadow darts in and out, weaving behind benches and lockers, always staying out of view. Eventually it gets close enough to the camera for us to realize that it is actually a man…as the camera turns away for the final time, he quickly dashes up to it and hides underneath it, plastered against the wall. As the camera starts to turn back, he slowly reaches up and gently plucks the power cord out of it’s socket, powering the camera down. The figure turns back to the room around him, his face hidden beneath a ninja mask. He stealthily slides over to a locker, now bolted tight with a heavy duty keylock. On it is marked SANDWICH. The figure takes a tool out of his belt and moves it up to the lock. A small torch light flares into being, and he slowly cuts the lock away, causing it to fall free. He catches it before it hits the ground, and gently sets it on top of the locker. Opening it, the contents are revealed. The figure reaches in and grabs a large rifle, several other weapons, and eventually, at the bottom, a Hammer of Justice. Turning it over reveals that a segment has been taken out of the inside. The figure shakes his head and speaks, revealing his identity as SANDWICH.
SANDWICH: What have they done to my baby…?
He quickly pockets the Hammer of Justice, and puts the lock back into place, quickly re welding it. He turns away and looks around the room for a second, then quickly darts to a corner, where several large trunks are resting, minus locks. He opens each one, and sits back.
SANDWICH: Oh baby…
Inside the boxes are contained dozens of weapons. As SANDWICH begins to unload them, stuffing them all into a large sack, we fade to:
