by: Anson Fehross | February 1, 2003
CONTROLLER
Yeah, evacuation procedure three-F. You got that? Three-F. Good, call me from the next terminal.
He hangs up before picking it up again, dialing as he cradles it on his shoulder. Suddenly his dialing stops.
CONTROLLER
Goddamn, they're already at the final door.
He puts down the phone and starts typing two-handed.
CONTROLLER
Fuck! This is insane; he's bypassing all my attacks. They're gonna get-
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INT. THE BASEMENT- NIGHT
The DOOR RUMBLES open.
HITMAN
Stay here.
He walks through. Nexus leans back in his office chair. He breathes a sigh of relief. He closes his eyes.
A shadow falls over his now inert frame. It goes unnoticed.
A silencer moves into view, perched over his cheek.
His eye flicks open.
The gun FIRES.
Blood spurts out from the back of his head.
Lobo looms above the now dead Nexus, a silenced berretta in his hand. He turns to the computer. He puts a bullet into the case. It SPARKS before turning off.
The security door slowly starts to RUMBLE SHUT. Lobo walks through, in pursuit of the Hitman, with his own duffel bag on his shoulder.
INT. THE AGENCY- NIGHT
The Controller glares at his computer, typing all the more franticly.
CONTROLLER
Our main security terminal has just malfunctioned. Security door four has just sealed.
McInnery frowns.
MCINNERY
Get that door open, NOW!
CONTROLLER
But the main door has been sealed. The only way we can open it again is by going out and opening it ourselves.
AGENT
What?
MCINNERY
Quiet! Keep on trying, Controller.
The Agent takes McInnery aside again.
MCINNERY
What?
AGENT
Any chance of canceling Crimson Sky?
MCINNERY
None. No way once the order has gone out.
AGENT
Where's the masks?
MCINNERY
On the way out, near sector G.
AGENT
Good.
MCINNERY
Unless the door gets opened damn soon, there's no way we'll get out of here alive.
The Agent nods.
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INT. THE HUB- NIGHT
The Hitman slowly walks down the darkened halls of the Agency's deepest workings. He is soundless, methodical in step.
