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Max Cube... Superhero

INT. NEWSROOM - NIGHT
MAGGIE sits at her desk. She's pouring over some notes and furiously typing. Her fingers dancing over the keyboard making a rhythmic sound.

She isn't the only one working late into the evening. DIRK BENSON is also sitting at his desk, and frustratingly hitting the keyboard not with his fingers but with a fist.

MAGGIE:
Having trouble this evening?

BENSON:
I'd say. Have you had one of those times when writer's block hits you and you don't know what to say?


MAGGIE:
Every damn day.

They both share a chuckle.

BENSON:
Hey Maggie. You want a coffee?

MAGGIE:
If you're buying.
(she gives him a wink)

BENSON gives a chuckle and heads toward the door. He grabs his bomber jacket and presses the down button for the elevator.

BENSON:
Double double.

MAGGIE:
And they call me the sharp one.

MAGGIE goes back typing when she hears a tap-tapping on the window next to her. She smiles as she sees MAX hovering just outside the window. He's wearing some kind of funky boots. He is dressed in denim pants and wearing a bright yellow t-shirt that declares OBEY.

MAGGIE:
Max!

MAX:
Evening, Miss Magenta. I see we are working late?

MAGGIE:
Oh, just working on what happened earlier in the day. The story was supposed to be in by deadline...

MAX hovers to the ledge and enters the building. He steps inside and looks around.

MAX:
It's been awhile since I've been here.

MAGGIE:
A long while. So what bring you in this evening?

 

MAX:
Oh, just checking up on my favourite reporter.