Post by MSS Productions on Oct 1, 2020 23:17:23 GMT
Morning Star Studios presents…
The shot opens inside a luxury office. A large desk made of beautiful mahogany sat near the rear wall in front of a large Van Gogh painting. Large square lamps sat on each side of the painting. A large black rug sat on the floor in front of the desk and shelves filled with books covered the walls.
The door opens and a hulk of a man walks through it with another smaller man walking in behind him. The first was a huge man wearing a beautiful grey tailored suit. His hair was dirty blonde, as was the thick beard he sported on his chin and jaw. Behind him walked a slender man with dark hair wearing a plain t-shirt and pair of black slacks.
Big Man: “Have your boys found any sign of my item, Thomas?”
Thomas: “Unfortunately not, Mr. Salar.”
The big man let out a deep unhappy breath and crossed the room to a small counter between a pair of bookshelves on the right side of the room. On the table sat a half a dozen bottles of alcohol, all of which were in speciality bottles without labels. He withdrew a large squat bottle filled with dark liquid and poured himself a half a glass full.
The City
Episode 2
“Beauty and the Beasts.”
Starring
Torian Drake
As
John Moren
And
Kendra Goldilocks Goganious
As
Becca Calaway
Mr. Salar: “Thomas, do you know what a movement licence is worth?”
Thomas: “Quite a bit, I imagine?
Mr. Salar: “It’s the second most valuable prize anyone can ask for to the outside world. So you can understand why I want it.”
Thomas: “Of course, Mr. Salar. I’ll have them double down their efforts to find her. Did the sources tell you anything about her we might find useful?”
The big man raised the glass to his lips and took a big drink, casting a glance back at his companion. The look in the man’s eyes said he didn’t appreciate the question, but before he could launch into what would have most likely have been a very angry tirade another figure joined them.
Harmon Janssen as Felix Salar
Johnny Maverick as Thomas
Bellamy Parteabon as Hayley
She was tall with shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes the color of pure ice. She had a sharp jawline and slender curve of shape that allowed her to be thin, but still hippy and a bit busty.
She was looking down at a folded garment bag as she cleared the threshold of the door.
Woman: “Felix dear, who the hell picked this out? It’s hideous.”
When she looked up, for a fraction of a second the whole atmosphere in the room changed. She looked from Felix to Thomas and then back at Felix, suddenly with a big happy smile on her face. Felix lifts a brow and looks pointedly at Thomas who flushed a deep red.
Felix Salar: “That would be Thomas, Hayley baby. He found a stash of gowns in one of the houses near the pier and brought one for each of the wives.”
She looked from the mammoth man to the smaller man beside him and let out a musical laugh, shaking her head with amusement.
Maiko Adachi as Lady
Nathaniel as Blink
And
Jasmine Matthews as Armed Lady
Thomas crossed the room and unzipped the bag a few inches and glanced down. He let out a laugh of his own and looked back at Felix.
Thomas: “She’s got Felicity’s dress.”
Felix let out a laugh of his own, deep and rumbling deep from his chest.
Felix Salar: “No wonder it didn’t fit you, Sweetheart. You and Felicity aren’t built anything alike.”
Now it was Hayley’s turn to turn red. She tossed the garment bag to the ground and crossed her arms over her chest, actually stomping a foot in disgust.
Hayley: “Hmph….”
Felix let out a deep sigh and crossed the room. When he reached her, he lifted her face by the chin and leaned down planting a quick peck to her lips.
Felix Salar: “No pouting.”
Hayley let out a deep, exaggerated, sigh and placed her arms around the huge man’s neck.
Hayley: “Then quit showing her favoritism….”
Thomas looked down at his feet, his eyes squeezed shut and turned heading toward the door. When he reached it Felix cleared his throat causing him to freeze.
Felix Salar: “Find her, Thomas.”
Thomas: “Yes Sir.”
As he crossed the threshold Thomas glanced back. Felix and Hayley were kissing and she was giggling like a girl. Thomas looked down, his eyes meeting the floor and headed for the elevator. When he disappeared from view and Felix was kissing her neck Hayley looked at the door, her eyes far away and haunted.
**
John Moren: “You’ve been living here all alone all this time?”
Becca Calaway: “Going on five years now. Since my parents disappeared.”
The shot comes in on the hallway leading to the room that the young woman had used for so long as a safehouse. The two walked side by side with John just a half a second behind her.
John Moren: “Do you mind if I ask what happened to them?”
Becca Calaway: “I don’t know…”
The girl’s voice dropped a few octaves as she turned into the room. Once they were both inside she closed the room and applied the string..
Becca Calaway: “They went out for a salvage run near the gate and just….never came back. It was hard for awhile...being only twelve at the time, but I managed.”
As she spoke she placed the bottle filled with coins on the door knob once again.
John Moren: “Don’t do that…”
Becca Calaway: “Huh?”
John Moren: “The bottle.”
Becca Calaway: “It’s worked up until now fairly well, Mister Smarty Pants.”
John crossed the room to her and took the bottle from where she had placed it. He handed it to her and pulled it open. Disappearing on the other side he closed it behind him.
John Moren: “Put it back.”
She did as he asked and placed the bottle back on the knob.
Becca Calaway: “I’m just gonna have to pick it back up once you knock it off….”
Becca watched the knob turn and the change inside shifted audibly, but the second it did the knob froze and returned very slowly to the original position. Something thin then slid between the door and the door jam. She watched it slowly slide down until it slid between the deadlatch and the doorframe.
She watched in shock as the door very slowly pushed open, the bottle completely undisturbed. A hand snaked around the edge of the door and lifted the bottle off the knob. After laying it on the floor without a sound the door pushed open.
She placed her hand over her mouth as the memory of the night before came flooding back. She heard the faint rattle and looked around, saw the bottle in place and thought she had imagined it.
Becca Calaway: “You...broke in….last night.”
John Moren: “You did kinda steal my food and water, Becca.”
Becca Calaway: “You didn’t...hurt...me…”
John Moren: “Of course not.”
Becca looked up at him as if she was seeing him for the first time.
Becca Calaway: “You could have...and just taken it all.”
John Moren: “I’d never do that. You’re just a damn kid.”
She blinked and actually smiled for the first time since the two had met. Looking down at the bottle now sitting on the floor she raised an inquisitive brow.
Becca Calaway: “So, what do I do?”
John returned the smile and closed the door. He pushed the bottle across the floor to just beyond the edge of the door and then turned it on it’s side.
John Moren: “Do it like this. This way….”
He pulled the door open and after a few inches it hit the bottle and the momentum sent the bottle rolling away, the coins rattling around loudly.
John Moren: “...It’s too late to stop it when they hear it.”
Becca watched wide eyed as the bottle rolled away but John was already moving on to something else. He had stepped to the center of the room and was cataloging the room, but before she could say anything about this being her stuff he turned and looked back at her.
John Moren: “The half I promised you, should I just add it to all of this or shall we find somewhere to hide it?”
Becca Calaway: “...H...here is fine?”
John Moren: “Alright. Where is a good, safe place for me to set up a base?”
Becca Calaway: “You’re leaving already?”
There was a catch in the girl's voice as she asked the question. John just nodded and looked back at the door.
John Moren: “I need to get the place secured and an exit scouted before I begin.”
Becca bit her lip, which led immediately into chewing it. When he opened his mouth, no doubt to ask her again she blurted.
Becca Calaway: “You could stay here?”
John Moren: “Here?”
He asked with a chuckle and shook his head.
John Moren: “Look, I appreciate the help and all, Becca, but there is only one bed and you are just a kid. That’s never gonna happen.”
Becca suddenly turned a bright crimson and blurted out.
Becca Calaway: “I didn’t mean that!”
She crossed the room to the left wall and pressed her palm into a spot on the wall and it slid backwards. The plaster and mortar were replaced by thin plyboard. The room on the other side was dark, but seemed to be free of debris and clutter.
Becca Calaway: “My dad cleared this out as an escape room. It connects to this room...you can stay there? The building is completely secure. The only way in or out is across that catwalk…..Which I am guessing you watched me walk across from somewhere last night?”
John looked over the moveable wall and let out a shrill whistle.
John Moren: “You did all this?”
Becca Calaway: “Oh no. This was all Momma.”
The girl let out a laugh and walked into the room that she was giving to John. It was barren with the exception of a couple of dressers that were filled with clothes for her and her parents and a folded down futon.
Becca Calaway: “Momma was from one of those end of the world type families growing up. She knew all kinds of traps and tricks to get by. Momma would think them up and Daddy’d built ‘em. We had places like this all over The City at one point...but since they disappeared the gangs took them one by one. This is the only one left.”
John Moren: “What exactly happened?”
He asked as he sank down to sit on the edge of the Futon. Becca leaned back on one of the dressers and sighed shaking her head.
Becca Calaway: “I don’t know, honestly. Momma and Daddy found supplies near the gate. A whole house filled with them. Weapons, food, water and medical supplies. Enough to last for years. We brought back most of the medical supplies and food and they went back to get the weapons and just...never came back.”
John Moren: “Must be hard…”
Becca swallowed down a lump in her throat and sniffled. There, in the faint glow of the candles burning in the main room, they sat in silence. It went on for several moments before John broke the silence.
John Moren: “You mentioned gangs?”
Becca Calaway: “Yeah…”
Becca wiped her sleeve across her eyes and pushed off the dresser. She walked back into the main room and to the small table near what had once been a window, but was now boarded up. She pulled out a folded up paper object that when she unfolded it turned out to be an old map of the city before the wall went up. There was a thick wall now drawn around it signaling the borders the wall now made up. She pointed along the western most wall about midway up the city.
Becca Calaway: “This is us here.”
Becca traced her finger east four blocks and traced her finger in a circle around a large chunk of the western side of the city just past the central point.
Becca Calaway: “All of this is controlled by the Misfits.”
John Moren: “Misfits?”
Becca Calaway: “Those rejects you saved me from? Those were Misfits.”
John Moren: “Didn’t seem too troublesome.”
Becca Calaway: “Those were low level members, John. And even the higher level ones aren’t really the ones you have to worry about.”
John Moren: “I’ll bite. Who do I need to worry about?”
Becca Calaway: “Two people specifically. The gang's leader, Blink, is on the top of the list. He’s a master with knives and explosives. And the other….is Lady.”
John Moren: “Lady? That his big dog or something?”
Becca laughed and shook her head. From the pile of papers she pulled out a drawing of a female clown holding a large bloody ax. It was obviously drawn by a child, simple and in crayon.
Becca Calaway: “Lady. She’s Blink’s lieutenant and his most trusted soldier. She’s...extremely dangerous. She kills for fun, is extremely agile and much stronger than she looks.”
John Moren: “A clown...and a dude named Blink. Seriously?”
Becca just smiled and moved her finger to the center of the city and circled her finger around it in a twenty square block radius.
Becca Calaway: “Also, avoid this whole area, John. It’s unsafe to be inside it for more than a few hours. Anyone who does ends up really sick. Ends up with burns and all kinds of other things.”
John’s eyes followed her and stared down at the map.
John Moren: “Burns? Like lesions on the skin?”
Becca Calaway: “Exactly. And this….”
Becca moved her hand to the eastern side of the city and covered from the top of the wall to the bottom. By far the largest chunk of territory she had pointed out yet.
John Moren: “That’s where I need to go when my time is up.”
Becca Calaway: “Yup. Momma and Daddy said he took control of that part of The City for just that reason.”
John Moren: “Who is ‘he’?”
Becca Calaway: “Felix Salar. The leader of the 22nd Street Saints. He’s as big as a tree trunk, strong as an ox and commands an army.”
John Moren: “Define ‘an army’.”
Becca Calaway: “....close to a hundred people all total? He demands a price from any contestant that makes it to the gate to even pass through and claim their prize. Momma and Daddy heard more often than not he just takes the passes.”
John Moren: “Why? No one inside The City can use them unless they are release passes.”
Becca Calaway: “Daddy thought he was selling them to someone on the outside...but they never said if they had proof of that. I don’t know a lot about the Saints. Momma and Daddy told me to stay on this side of the No Go zone. That Salar was dangerous….so I do.”
John Moren: “The misfits….and the Saints.”
Becca Calaway: “There are some minor ones scattered about. Up in the north there is a small faction that drives around in weirdo muscle cars with their hair all slicked up. Down south there is another that wears old school jackets and carries baseball bats….and then there is the Freaks.”
John Moren: “The Freaks?”
Becca’s tongue came out in a look of complete and utter disgust and she shook her head making that Ughhh sound.
Becca Calaway: “People who have spent too much time in the No Go zone in the middle of the City. They’re deformed and nasty.”
John Moren: “So we have The Misfits, The Saints, some kind of greasers, a group of yuppies and...mutants?”
Becca Calaway: “More or less, yes.”
John Moren: “Alright, so where do we start?”
Becca Calaway: “If you are gonna venture out and eventually make your way across The City….not to mention try and get past Salar, you are gonna need the one thing I don’t have here.”
John glanced around the room at the stacks of food, water and medical supplies. He did notice immediately something was missing.
John Moren: “Weapons.”
Becca Calaway: “Right in one.”
John Moren: “And do you know where I can find what I’ll need?”
Becca Calaway: “I do...but it’s not gonna be easy.”
John Moren: “For Leann? It doesn’t matter. I’ll do what I need to do.”
**
The shot shifts to a view of the inside of a building. It had been cleaned by someone in the recent past and stood bare of everything except a small wooden table in the center of the room which was surrounded by a couple of chairs and a couch. Even the walls were clean, the wall paper torn in places, but clean.
Becca's Voice “This is the closest place where you can find weapons. Daddy left little caches hidden all over. But, it has a catch.”
John’s Voice: “Isn’t there always?”
John’s voice was exasperated as he asked the question and Becca was heard giggling.
John’s Voice: “Define ‘Catch.’”
Becca's Voice “It’s sitting in the middle of Misfits territory?”
John’s Voice: “You’re father put his closest weapons in enemy territory?!”
The shot shifts around the room to the window just as a shadow falls over the windowsill from the fire escape on the other side. The edge of a blade slides between the sill and the window and with a quick push the latch holding the window closed shifts unlocking it.
Becca's Voice “It wasn’t their territory when he set it up! Can we just stick to the plan please?”
John’s Voice: “Whatever you say, Kid. How do I find it?”
Becca's Voice “Cross over Mckinley St. You’re gonna find a firehouse on the corner of Lincoln and Caves. A block past is an apartment building called Paradise Heights. It’s in an apartment on the fifth floor.”
The shadow turned into the body of John as he climbed through the window and into the house. He slowly crossed the room as Becca’s voice continued to speak over him.
Becca's Voice “In apartment 5C you’re gonna find a studio apartment. The last time I was there was years ago. Daddy left it filthy to avoid anyone knowing it was being used as a safe house.”
John Moren: “Filthy. Right.”
He muttered to himself, his eyes scanning the immaculate room.
Becca's Voice “In the corner of the room you’re gonna see a small ugly rug….”
John’s eyes turned to look around the room and found no signs of a rug of any type. Along the far side of the room was a wardrobe that he approached and pulled open. Inside were women's clothes, or what he assumed by the size were women’s clothes however all of them were bright and colorful.
He sifts through the drawers and finds nothing. Turning his eyes to the rest of the room he found a large vanity table with a mirror near the door. In the drawers he found boxes absolutely filled with make-up.
John Moren: “Who the hell would wear all of this?!”
John turned and crossed the room toward the window and when he crossed the corner nearest it the floor didn’t so much as creak, as it moved beneath his foot. He froze completely in place as Becca’s voice reappeared.
Becca's Voice “Be careful when you lift the rug up. Daddy booby trapped it.”
John Moren: “God dammit kid.”
John didn’t move, instead he slowly knelt and slid the tip of the knife into the grooves between the small tile that made up the floor and ever so slowly lifted. Beneath was the faint outline of the edge of a claymore mine.
John Moren: “Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me….”
Female Voice: “I said tell him I’d be there in a minute!”
A female voice screamed from what sounded like the end of the hallway outside the door.
Female Voice: “A lady has to get her face on! Jeez!”
John’s jaw set and he looked from the door back to the mine he was standing on and slid the blade behind it. He slipped it so the dull end was touching the mine and very, very gently moved it until he found what he was looking for. The priming adapter and the blasting cap and removed each of them very, very slowly with the tip of the blade.
Once he did, he barely had enough time to dive through the window. He landed on the metal fire escape without so much as a metallic crank. No sooner had he disappeared over the edge then the door opened and a figure walked into the room.
The shot stayed on John, pressed to the wall looking up at the opened window praying the woman inside wouldn’t see it. He heard the creaking of a chair and risked raising himself up enough to peak over the edge of the bottom of the window.
Sitting at the bench was a slender woman wearing a corset with her black hair pulled up into pigtails. The pigtails were multi-colored heading down to their blood red tips. She was running her fingers over wood as if thinking and John took note of the fingernails, decorated with metal and filed to a point.
She no doubt used these as some kind of weapon. It wasn’t until she adjusted in her chair he saw her face. The entire face was covered in face paint. The mouth portion was blood red with white around the cheeks and black encircling the eyes.
She seemed to be not so much reapplying her makeup, but touching it up. As she was touching up the black portions around the eyes, a knock came on the door and a male voice said firmly.
Male Voice: “Blink is still waiting on us, Lady!!”
Lady: “I know! I know!”
The woman said exasperatedly and threw herself from the chair. When she reached out to touch the door knob, she froze and turned her head to the side. John ducked back down and the camera stayed on the window with him just on the edge of the frame. He squeezed the knife tightly as she sniffed the air.
Her fingers wiggled as her eyes darted around the room, her nose sniffing in quick whiffs. As she moved to step away from the door however the man shouted again and she turned yanking the door open, shouting about patience, and her footfalls disappeared down the hallway.
John stayed pressed to the wall for a few moments before peaking up again and then climbing back through the window. He moved to the false panel on the floor and pushed it back as Becca’s voice returned.
Becca's Voice “Daddy had something for each of us in there….”
John pulled first a small 38 revolver that looked so tiny in his hand.
Becca's Voice “Something small for me….”
He slid the gun into his back pocket and next pulled out a small handheld crossbow with bolts loaded beneath.
Becca's Voice “Mom’s a hunter, her Daddy’s, Daddy’s, Daddy kinda thing. You’ll probably find something like that for Mom. And for Dad…”
John slid the strap of the crossover over his shoulder and lastly a Sig Sauer small assault rifle.
Becca's Voice “...Something he could have used to protect us in the street. That should be enough to get you started.”
Lying the rifle down beside the panel John pulled out three spare magazines and a full box of ammunition for the handgun. Stuffing the magazines into his back pockets he took the rifle in one hand and the box of ammo in the other then replaced the panel and left through the window.
The camera shifts from him disappearing through the window to a panel on the floor that was only sitting half on it’s resting place revealing the hole beneath it. Slowly it shifts up as a faint creak is heard. A body was leaning on the door, blood leaking from his mouth and nose, the edge of a blood stabbed through his mouth and into the door.
He was wearing the colors of the Misfits.
The shot shifts to a view of the man’s feet and legs swinging back and forth just above the floor. As they swung slowly another set joined them. This one wasn’t wearing any type of shoe or boot but instead a pair of black and white striped stockings
Slowly it pans upwards revealing blood stains on the stockings and the black lacy skirt. Above it was the black and purple corset and finally up over the painted face of the woman known as Lady.
She raised one of her razor sharp fingernails, now stained with blood and slipped the tip between her painted lips with an excited giggle.
Lady: “I. See. You.”
She whispered in a giggling sing-song.
**
The scene shifts to the inside of what appeared to be a warehouse. It moved through the empty space, shifting around the room to look into the various windows, each one showing nothing, just empty rooms, dust and cobwebs.
The camera continues to search the empty warehouse until it slowly sank beneath the floor and into a small tunnel that was just big enough for one person to walk comfortably. It moved down the hallway to a small hidden room that was filled with food of various types, packets of water and a small arsenal of handguns.
Sitting on a small bed of blankets and pillows was a woman with bright red hair and a slender, but curvy build. She was wearing a pair of filthy pants, no shoes and a shirt that was half torn around the stomach. As the camera came around the faintest glimmer of a pair of piercings on the girl's lip appeared. She had dark circles beneath her eyes and lines along the sides of her mouth.
She sat there on the make-shift bed for a moment then shifted to her hands and knees and crawled to where it met the wall. Glancing back behind her at the doorway to make sure she was alone, she pulled out a small square from the bottom of the wall. From within she pulled a small zippered grey bag.
She pushed herself back on the bed with the bag held tightly to her stomach. As if she was concerned someone would pop out of the shadows and take it from her. After a few seconds she reached a shaking hand out and unzipped the bag.
From within she pulled out a dozen laminate small sheets of paper. The camera shifts down to look at the one sitting on top.
“Release Pass.”
**
The camera shifts back to the apartment building and watched as Lady stood in the shadows near the front door where John had come out with her head tilted up and her eyes focused on the bridge high above linking one building to another as John crossed with the weapons in hand. Lady watched with the tip of a nail tapping off her lower lip.
Once John disappeared she let out a shrill giggle and turned heading back around the building toward the street, skipping all the way. The shot follows her as she spins, skips and pirouettes her way down the sidewalk for a few seconds then shifts up to a sky view of the city.
When it comes down again it’s on what appeared to be a dilapidated, run down street casino that had had its exterior redecorated to look like something out of an H.P. Lovecraft novel. Wall art of the Old Ones, green and brown color scheme, depictions of the ocean now covered the outside walls and what had once been a grinning woman dressed in skimpy clothing for the logo was now a blood soaked zombie woman that was glowing in bright neon lights.
The shot shifts to inside the building where it had been decorated to appear half-psychotic funhouse and half-Eldritch lair. The place was filled with men and women, all wearing the colors of the Misfits, all of whom scrambled to get out of the way of the skipping woman in the face paint who appeared through the doors as they pulled open.
Lady stops, skipping only when she reaches a large set of double doors at the back of the lobby. Two large men pull the doors open to reveal what had once been the casino floor and was now half-storage and half-dormitory. Lady walks through, spinning around people giggling as she did. All the while, people watched her with a weary trepidation.
She was batshit. And they all knew it.
She made her way through the storage/dormitory to a single mahogany door guarded by a single man holding an assault rifle. When he saw Lady he pulled the door open revealing what had once been the casino owner’s office and was now decorated in greens and browns with a mural of Cthulhu on the wall behind a huge desk.
Behind the desk sat a man with blonde highlighted brown hair cut short and wearing a black vest over a brown shirt. His forearms and knuckles were covered in tattoos. The strangest thing about him however was his eyes. The color of molten gold and seemed to glow.
Lady: “Hello, Dear One.”
Man behind desk:: “Lady, why did we find a member of your team stabbed to the door of your beautification location?”
The painted woman huffed and stomped her foot.
Lady: “You know it’s called my Glorified Glamor Gallery, Blink.”
Blink: “And you know, I’m never calling it that.”
The man answered and looked up from the desk to the painted woman standing on the other side of it.
Blink: “Now, why was there a man stuck to your door like it was a dart board Lady?”
Lady: “He kept pestering me about being late to report in.”
Blink: “You are late.”
Lady: “Well he didn’t have to keep annoying me.”
Blink: “Lady.”
Lady: “I know when to report.”
Blink: “Lady, you know better.”
Lady: “And he just kept talking and talking and talking.”
Blink: “Lady!”
The woman by the door suddenly went silent and Blink drew in a deep sigh. He pushed himself up from the desk and came around it to stand on the other side in front of her.
Blink: “You know better, Lady. How many times have we had this conversation? You cannot go around killing my men all willy nilly.”
The painted woman crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. Blink chuckled and came forward lifting her face with the back of two of his tattooed fingers.
Blink: “Do you understand?”
Lady: “I understand.”
She answered with a pout.
Blink: “Good. We barely have enough people as it is to keep Salar at bay.”
Lady: “I’m not afraid of that big ball of fur.”
Blink chuckled again and shook his head, lifting a hand to bob the tip of her nose with a finger.
Blink: “You should be, My Dear.”
Lady huffed and crossed her arms over her chest a second time but Blink just stared at her, his eyes suddenly firm.
Blink: “Stop. Killing. Our. Men.”
The tone of his voice.
The volume of that stare.
Lady swallowed hard and actually dropped into a curtsey.
Lady: “Would it make you feel any better if I gave you a gift?”
Blink: “A gift?”
He asked as he moved back around the desk and sank down into the chair once again.
Blink: “I like gifts.”
Lady: “You do remember why I chose that particular apartment for my Glorified Glamor Gallery don’t you?”
Blink sank deeper into the chair and let out an annoyed groan. His eyes rolled as if the mere thought was an aggravation he wished to never think of again.
Blink: “The Calaways.”
Lady: “Correct!”
She let out with a squealing giggle.
Blink: “God I hated them.”
Lady: “And we found out Papa Calaway used that room as a storage room.”
Blink: “I still think you should have let me raid the damn thing, Lady.”
Blink said with a grouchy grunt.
Blink: “What good are weapons you can’t use?!”
Lady: “Well, it’s a good thing I killed that buffoon then.”
Blinks eyes narrowed and he leaned forward resting his arms on the desk and focusing his steel gaze on her.
Blink: “Please. Explain to me why murdering my men is a good thing Lady.”
Lady swallowed hard again and nodded.
Lady: “Someone finally came for the stash.”
That seemed to get Blink’s attention. His golden eyes lit up and he leaned back in the chair again with a grin.
Lady: “That’s the real reason I did it. I saw the guy peeking at me from the window and needed Pierce to shut the hell up.”
Blink: “Lady….”
Blinks voice turned cold with warning and his eyes narrowed.
Blinks: “You’re leaning into ‘Killing my men is good’ territory again.”
Lady: “Yes. Right. So I left the room and returned when I heard the guy leave. He had raided the exact spot in the floor where the new safe was. I even followed him back to the safe house.”
Blink: “A new players safe house? All of that for a new guys safehouse?”
Lady: “Someone had to have told him about the weapons, Blink.”
Blink suddenly smiled a sinister grinning smile that was matched almost instantly by the painted woman on the other side of the desk. She nodded happily, the painted lips spreading into a cruel smirk.
Lady: “It’s not his safe house, Blink.”
Blink: “The Calaway kid.”
Lady: “Think of all the trouble she’s caused us. Of all the fun we can have removing her from the world piece by tiny….little….piece.”
Blink: “Gather a team. Bring her to me.”
As Lady grinned again and turned Blink added in a firm growl.
Blink: “Alive, Lady.”
Lady: “Of course. Anything for you.”
Lady turns and leaves the room again, barking orders for a dozen men and women to arm themselves and meet her in the garage immediately. The shot then shifts to an exterior shot of the apartment that Becca used as a safehouse as the episode ends.