by: Anson Fehross | April 28, 2002
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INT. A TAXI- DAY
As we focus on the face of the driver we hear the DOOR OPEN and someone get in. The driver glances at the mirror. We hear the DOOR CLOSE. The driver turns on the ignition and moves into traffic.
Where are we going today?
Lobo sits in the back seat, his face scarred, his hands blistered with burns. Next to him is a duffel bag.
Okay. Anywhere in particular?
Lobo glances at his hand, before he takes out his phone. His blisters split in several places, trailing an odd looking blood, which appears to be a red reflection over a clear gel.
Hey! You wanna watch yourself?
Lobo raises his eyebrows and opens his coat to reveal the Hitman's desert eagle recovered from Nexus's house.
Sorry I spoke.
Lobo dials and waits.
This is Lobo. I need cash and the laptop.
He hangs up. The Driver stops the taxi outside of a hotel.
This is a bit expensive man... I've seen better for less.
You leave this cab, you pay. You want me to wait, you pay double. And don't think you'll intimidate me with your piece. I grew up in the Bronx. Southside.
Lobo hands over some blood stained cash.
Lobo exits the taxi. He walks into the hotel, disappearing from view.
INT. INSIDE THE HOTEL- DAY
Lobo walks up to the desk and addresses the concierge.
I'm expecting a package.
Your name is...
Oh yes sir, right away.
He moves out of view and returns with a large package and hands it to Lobo.
He moves off.
Uh, sir! If you'll just sign for the package...
Lobo is gone.
INT. THE TAXI- DAY
Lobo opens the taxi door and gets in.