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SCENE FOUR. INT. FORUM READY ROOM. DAY.
We open to the familiar ready room, with only a few added items. All we see is the familiar weapons lockers and showers. Suddenly, from one of the doorways leading off to a different room, a MALE VOICE rings out.
MALE VOICE: Nico!
We hear a rustling. We cut to a mid-level view of a giant mound of empty beer bottles, pornographic magazines, etc. They shudder, and a few bodels slide off the mound. NICO (aka VENOM)’s head pops up. One eye is half shut, twitching slightly. A stupefied grin is on his face. He turns towards the sound and emits a primitive-sounding grunt. We hear some footsteps, and the MALE VOICE returns, now right behind the camera.
MALE VOICE: We got a call, let’s go. Don’t make me do it man.
NICO cackles stupidly, his grin growing wider. He looks upwards, apparently at the face of the intruder. The MALE VOICE sighs, and we hear his footsteps grow quieter behind us. We hear a few squeaks of a rusty item turning, and the footsteps return, stopping the MALE VOICE at his previous position.
MALE VOICE: Last chance buddy. Sober up or else.
NICO smiles stupidly up at the VOICE and picks his nose. He pulls his finger out and wipes it on one of the magazines. The VOICE sighs.
MALE VOICE: Your choice.
We hear a squeak, and suddenly from the top of the screen, a deluge of water gushes out, slamming NICO in the face. We cut to an over the shoulder view of the VOICE. In his arms we can see a dripping fire house. NICO is sprawled out in front of him, arms and legs akimbo. He’s sputtering and spewing a stream of curses loudly.
MALE VOICE: Glad to have you awake. We suit up in fifteen.
The VOICE turns, and we finally see that it is VYPER. He strolls away, and we fade to:
SCENE FIVE. INT. FREEZER ROOM – DAY.
We fade to a blue-hued room. A mist pervades over the entire room. We are facing a large double-door, almost frozen over from the cold. Small, semi-transparent curtains sway gently in the artificial breeze. In the top corner of the room, a security camera beeps reassuringly. The doors swing open, and in step VYPER and NICO. They look around, setting up a perimeter. The two are dressed in parkas and tac vests, and their faces are completely covered by thermal masks. They are holding a new type of assault rifle, unseen before. NICO has two pistols holstered on his hips.
VYPER: (As if through radio) Clear?
NICO: (As if through radio) Clear.
The two rise up and walk slowly forward. We track them, moving backwards with the camera. NICO puts a finger to his ear and speaks.
NICO: Command? We’re in. Acquiring subject.
He turns to VYPER and shrugs.
NICO: Just a little cold.
VYPER nods.
VYPER: (Sounding jovial) Just a little.
They take a few steps, until they come to a large curtain. Beyond it is completely obscured. They stop in front of it, and turn towards each other. We cut to a view facing them both at eye level.
NICO: Ready?
VYPER: As I’ll ever be.
NICO extends an arm, and quickly pulls away the curtain. They breathe in sharply and take a step back in surprise. VYPER’s weapon arm lowers in shock, while NICO’s shoots up into the firing position. NICO turns and sees him.
NICO: Keep your weapon on him, keep your weapon on him!
VYPER looks back at NICO in surprise, and sharply raises his weapon to the firing position as well. We pan around continuously from in front of them to behind them, where we are about two feet above their heads, looking into the gigantic main freeze room. Situated in the center, amongst empty cartons of ice cream, and dead, frozen newbies, sits CARL, busy munching down on a particularly fat newb.
NICO: Carl…?
CARL’s head shoots up, his six eyes narrowing sharply, staring at the pair. He grunts.
NICO: Carl…put the newbie down…put him down Carl.
CARL shakes his head back and forth sharply, the dead newbie swaying loosely from his clenched jaws. NICO turns to VYPER and nods. We hear their weapons powering up, causing CARL to screech and drop the newb. He readies himself, setting his forelegs far apart, ready to attack. His fourth, upright arm readies itself for combat. Mute all sound. We cut to a view of NICO’s finger. One tap.
Two taps.
Three taps.
Cue sound back in, and cut to a wide angle shot, where NICO and VYPER are on the left of the screen, and CARL is on the right. Pillars of fire erupt from the formers weapons, leaping out at CARL. Slow time down as we cut to a frontal view of CARL, a collection of dart-tipped projectiles zipping past us. CARL tenses and bolts upwards, flipping in the air. We follow him down with the camera as he lands just between VYPER and NICO, both of whom leap to the sides to avoid being impaled. They hit the ground and roll. CARL stands in the center, looking at both of them and snarling menacingly. He stomps his foot on the floor with a loud bang. NICO remains calm, but VYPER falters a little. CARL’s attention snaps to VYPER who loses his footing and falls to the ground. CARL leaps at VYPER, but is quickly checked by NICO opening fire on him from behind. The darts bounce harmlessly off his hardened exoskeleton, dropping to the floor. CARL leaps once more into the air, barrel rolling and landing behind NICO, rearing up and batting him aside, sending him crashing through several frozen containers and smashes into a large container, crumpled into a heap. CARL turns his attention back to VYPER, who has regained his firing stance and is leveling his weapon at CARL’s face. CARL screeches loudly at him, then leaps high into the air. VYPER readies himself for another attack, but CARL lines several feet away. Screeching once more, he grabs the fat newbie and scampers into a large side duct. VYPER stands up and scratches his head inquisitively, looking at the duct. NICO limps up beside him, holding his side.
VYPER: That was…weird.
NICO: He’s not evil…just hungry.
VYPER gestures towards the scene before them.
VYPER: So that’s what happened…?
NICO looks around, then spies something on the floor. He kneels and examines it.
NICO: No…
VYPER: (Still surveying the carnage) Then what?
NICO prods the object with his hand, and lifts it up. It turns out to be a large brown, shredded paper bag. On it is scrawled, in black Sharpie pen, the word “Lunch.”. NICO wiggles the bag, and VYPER looks down at it. NICO looks up at him.
NICO: Not enough.
We zoom in on the words, gradually fading into:
