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.
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Relax, Don't Do It
Maggie sat down on the chair. It was a strange sensation, to be sitting
instead of involved in something that was War-related. She sat with the
comfort of knowing that she wouldn't be getting up for the next little
while.
"Enjoying it?" Trump asked her. He rubbed against her leg like a cat should.
"Oh yes," she replied with the innocence of a little girl. "It's amazing to be doing something like this."
"I guess after fighting hordes of demons for hours upon hours that a simple pleasure of just sitting would be more relaxing than a warm bath," Trump said.
"Enjoying it?" Trump asked her. He rubbed against her leg like a cat should.
"Oh yes," she replied with the innocence of a little girl. "It's amazing to be doing something like this."
"I guess after fighting hordes of demons for hours upon hours that a simple pleasure of just sitting would be more relaxing than a warm bath," Trump said.
A Quarter for a Song or Two
The car slid into the parking space and Max jumped out before the dust had settled and walked straight into the restaurant.
"Hi Max," Stella said to him.
"Hi Stella," Max said. "Would you please bring me a beer?"
"Right away," she replied and disappeared.
He walked towards the jukebox, his hand reaching into his pocket and pulling out a quarter. As he approached the machine he stopped for a moment and bowed his head like a priest upon seeing an altar.
Max slipped the quarter into the jukebox and made his selection: A23 and then C12. Though they were just letters and numbers, they still held a special place in his heart, and he was glad that these two songs he wanted to hear were still in this particular machine.
"Hi Max," Stella said to him.
"Hi Stella," Max said. "Would you please bring me a beer?"
"Right away," she replied and disappeared.
He walked towards the jukebox, his hand reaching into his pocket and pulling out a quarter. As he approached the machine he stopped for a moment and bowed his head like a priest upon seeing an altar.
Max slipped the quarter into the jukebox and made his selection: A23 and then C12. Though they were just letters and numbers, they still held a special place in his heart, and he was glad that these two songs he wanted to hear were still in this particular machine.
In Actions Redux
Mags walked through the lobby doors, decked out in a white leather
outfit with black laces showing, her hair was tied back into a pony-tail
and her katana strapped to her back.
A security guard at the front desk did a double-take and before he could do anything about it, Suki had appeared, landing on the desk with Godhammer in its heavenly glow pulsating her arm.
The security guard pissed himself.
"Clear," Mags said.
"Clear," Suki replied. She didn't take her eyes off the security guard.
"We set?" Frank said as he entered the doors.
"Phase 1 ends," Mags answered. "Move on to next phase."
A security guard at the front desk did a double-take and before he could do anything about it, Suki had appeared, landing on the desk with Godhammer in its heavenly glow pulsating her arm.
The security guard pissed himself.
"Clear," Mags said.
"Clear," Suki replied. She didn't take her eyes off the security guard.
"We set?" Frank said as he entered the doors.
"Phase 1 ends," Mags answered. "Move on to next phase."
Painted Ladies and a Bottle of Wine
Max Cube did a double take when he saw the picture that was hanging in the restaurant.
He was fascinated by it, and a sense of deja vu hit him. He didn't know what or when it happened but here it was happening again. Of all the places to find such a painting, hanging in a dingy restaurant.
He sat up at the counter, sipping his coffee and having a smoke drift hazily upwards to the ceiling fan.
"Another coffee, Max?" Isada, his waitress at the moment, asked.
"Hit me," he said as he pushed the cup forward. Isada gladly refilled the cup.
"So what is Max up to today?"
"I rightly don't know at the moment," Max replied as he picked up the coffee and took a sip. "I really didn't notice the painting there."
Isada craned her neck around to see and noticed it as well. "Oh that. That's something one of the cooks brought in the other day. He found it in an alleyway and couldn't let the trashmen have such a find."
"Yes, one man's junk is another man's treasure," he quipped.
He was fascinated by it, and a sense of deja vu hit him. He didn't know what or when it happened but here it was happening again. Of all the places to find such a painting, hanging in a dingy restaurant.
He sat up at the counter, sipping his coffee and having a smoke drift hazily upwards to the ceiling fan.
"Another coffee, Max?" Isada, his waitress at the moment, asked.
"Hit me," he said as he pushed the cup forward. Isada gladly refilled the cup.
"So what is Max up to today?"
"I rightly don't know at the moment," Max replied as he picked up the coffee and took a sip. "I really didn't notice the painting there."
Isada craned her neck around to see and noticed it as well. "Oh that. That's something one of the cooks brought in the other day. He found it in an alleyway and couldn't let the trashmen have such a find."
"Yes, one man's junk is another man's treasure," he quipped.
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