He was unable to sleep since he was plagued by bad dreams. Max Cube lay
in his bed staring up at the ceiling fan rotating. A cigarette in his
hand on his chest, lit, and the smoke rising into the air as if someone
signaling that trouble was near.
The clock on the wall ticked away,
the second hand seemed to amplify in the night. Max was doing some
serious thinking; remembering the past events and wondering about the
ramifications of certain actions.
His room was dark and mysterious,
no lights inside but the lights of the city cast shadowy images on the
wall. Which triggered events in his mind and got him thinking again. He
really didn't know what the whole purpose of this was, but he was glad
that he was getting some self healing done.
He brought the cigarette
to his lips and puffed away, and then he exhaled a dragon's smoke into
the air, watching the swirling cloud as lights reflected upon it. The
smoke showing him what the future might hold.
He smiled and then butted out the cigarette, and turned over on his side. Sleep might pay him a visit, but he highly doubted that.
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The Long Drive to Hellenbach
While gas fed the hungry car, Goner continued to talk about ramen
noodles. He was sitting in the passenger side and was making light
conversation; trying to stay awake. Max chuckled.
"All this talk about food is making me hungry," Goner said as he spotted a sign declaring Husky's House Truckstop to be just a mile down the road. "How about you?"
Max shrugged a little, but now that Goner had suggested it he could feel the pangs of hunger growing.
"There's a restaurant another mile or so up the road," Goner said. "To my recollection they serve the best hash browns and sausages evah!"
The car pulled into the nearly full truckstop, with several rigs lined up like soldiers ready to roll at a moment's call. Max found an empty parking space in front of the diner. He killed the engine and then turned to Goner and said, "You're buying!"
"All this talk about food is making me hungry," Goner said as he spotted a sign declaring Husky's House Truckstop to be just a mile down the road. "How about you?"
Max shrugged a little, but now that Goner had suggested it he could feel the pangs of hunger growing.
"There's a restaurant another mile or so up the road," Goner said. "To my recollection they serve the best hash browns and sausages evah!"
The car pulled into the nearly full truckstop, with several rigs lined up like soldiers ready to roll at a moment's call. Max found an empty parking space in front of the diner. He killed the engine and then turned to Goner and said, "You're buying!"
The Heist of a Lifetime
INT. A VERY LONG HALLWAY - NIGHT
MAX, FRANK and MAGS pass through a set of doors into a very long hallway. Frank does a double-take on a weird looking statue that looks like a combination of a spider and mosquito.
FRANK:
What the heck is this supposed to be?
MAGS:
Beats me.
MAX:
Looks like someone I once dated.
INT. TOP FLOOR HALLWAY
RANCOR and his GOONS appear in a cloud of sulphuric smoke, where two sentries are sitting and having a coffee. The sentries are caught off guard and have little time to react.
RANCOR:
Do something.
GOON1 and GOON2 take out the sentries.
GOON3 takes out the third sentry who steps into the room.
GOON3:
Clear.
RANCOR:
According to the teller they should be somewhere down below. It only gives us a few moments to set something up.
MAX, FRANK and MAGS pass through a set of doors into a very long hallway. Frank does a double-take on a weird looking statue that looks like a combination of a spider and mosquito.
FRANK:
What the heck is this supposed to be?
MAGS:
Beats me.
MAX:
Looks like someone I once dated.
INT. TOP FLOOR HALLWAY
RANCOR and his GOONS appear in a cloud of sulphuric smoke, where two sentries are sitting and having a coffee. The sentries are caught off guard and have little time to react.
RANCOR:
Do something.
GOON1 and GOON2 take out the sentries.
GOON3 takes out the third sentry who steps into the room.
GOON3:
Clear.
RANCOR:
According to the teller they should be somewhere down below. It only gives us a few moments to set something up.
Calling Through the Statosphere
Max entered the living room from the kitchenette. He brought with him a
cup of coffee and he slid into his computer chair. He was just about to
unwind and go on a killing spree after a hard day at the office.
His phone rang.
Unknown name, unknown number, the display read.
Reluctantly he picked it up, knowing all to well that it might be a telemarketer asking him if he had received his sample of free meat, or something silly like that.
"Max?" the voice asked.
"Yes," Max replied into the phone. He was sitting at his desk. Moving the mouse over to the Gang Us Con IV icon and ready to enter a world of violence.
"I've been trying to find you for the longest time," the voice said.
"Well," Max stated. "You have found me. And who might you be?"
"Brogan Mirk," replied the voice.
"Brogan?" Max questioned; he leaned forward in his chair. A stirring of recognition washed over his face like a panama tide.
"Yeah," Brogan said. "It's been a long time friend."
His phone rang.
Unknown name, unknown number, the display read.
Reluctantly he picked it up, knowing all to well that it might be a telemarketer asking him if he had received his sample of free meat, or something silly like that.
"Max?" the voice asked.
"Yes," Max replied into the phone. He was sitting at his desk. Moving the mouse over to the Gang Us Con IV icon and ready to enter a world of violence.
"I've been trying to find you for the longest time," the voice said.
"Well," Max stated. "You have found me. And who might you be?"
"Brogan Mirk," replied the voice.
"Brogan?" Max questioned; he leaned forward in his chair. A stirring of recognition washed over his face like a panama tide.
"Yeah," Brogan said. "It's been a long time friend."
The Troubling Effect of Waves
EXT. RIVER BED - DAY
Frank is standing on the shore throwing a rock into the river. Max comes down from the roadway and he taps the cellphone off. Frank doesn't turn; he knows it's Max.
FRANK:
Well, what's the word?
MAX:
It's going to be one of those days.
FRANK:
What kind of day would that be?
MAX:
The kind where you wished you would of stayed in bed.
FRANK:
That's not good.
Max picks up a rock and throws it into the river.
FRANK:
Not a bad shot.
MAX:
You find this comforting?
FRANK:
Yeah I do. When all else fails. Nothing says relaxation more than trying to skip stones on water.
MAX:
Symbolic isn't it?
FRANK:
Well, I never thought about it that way.
Frank is standing on the shore throwing a rock into the river. Max comes down from the roadway and he taps the cellphone off. Frank doesn't turn; he knows it's Max.
FRANK:
Well, what's the word?
MAX:
It's going to be one of those days.
FRANK:
What kind of day would that be?
MAX:
The kind where you wished you would of stayed in bed.
FRANK:
That's not good.
Max picks up a rock and throws it into the river.
FRANK:
Not a bad shot.
MAX:
You find this comforting?
FRANK:
Yeah I do. When all else fails. Nothing says relaxation more than trying to skip stones on water.
MAX:
Symbolic isn't it?
FRANK:
Well, I never thought about it that way.
Riders of the Signal
Frank sat at his station playing a game; he had been here for the past six hours waiting and observing and occasionally listening to the static. Boredom often came with the territory, and it was huge and vast like the Sahara desert. Every now and then something came on but it wasn't what he was waiting for.
He checked the instrumentation again to see if it was working. He knew that he was only second-guessing his work, but at this point he was paranoid, thinking and working overtime.
He sipped the coffee beside him and reminded himself to get a refill. He was in the middle of blasting aliens to kingdom come when he spotted the red light blinking. He rolled the chair over and turned up the receiver and when he turned it up he heard gold.
Max's eyes flickered open when he heard the alarm. Already dressed in last night's clothes he jumped out of his bunk and headed out the door. If this was what they were looking for then he couldn't waste seconds just tidying up.
He moved along the corridor and met Mags along the way. She came out of her bunkroom and smiled at Max.
"You think we found something?" Mags inquired.
Both of them entered the room in time to hear it and Max let out a whoop. Angst was standing behind Frank with a smile, nodding her head.
"We've found it," Frank said.
"Okay everyone, you know the drill," Max cracked off. "Stations!"
Mags jumped into the pilot's chair, strapping herself in and getting everything online. Angst jumped into the navigation seat and her fingers began dancing along the pad.
"Angst, we only have a few more minutes before we lose the signal," Frank warned.
"Tracking it now," she replied. She stared into the screen before her as her fingers danced. "Got it. Feeding the trail to Control now."
"Ready to dance," Mags replied.
Frank cued up the recording chip. "Ready when you are, milady!"
The spaceship turned on a dime; Mags was an exceptional pilot and she was heading back to when the song first started.
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