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.
20131017
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.
20131016
Another Gateway... Another Time...
The car had rolled to a stop at the base of a hill. The engine was turned
off and now there was nothing but the sound of crickets chirping.
"So what are we doing here?" Goner asked Max. Goner had stepped out of the car and was in the process of relieving himself.
"Don't know," Max replied after he took a puff from his cigarette. His eyes never left the building. "The car brought us here."
Goner looked at the car and shook his head and muttered something under his breath which sounded like "crazy max".
Max leaned on the hood of the car, staring up at the building. The moon was hanging low in the sky and a wind began to pick up.
Max butted out the cigarette and began to walk towards the house. "Well, let's see what adventure waits for us."
"So what are we doing here?" Goner asked Max. Goner had stepped out of the car and was in the process of relieving himself.
"Don't know," Max replied after he took a puff from his cigarette. His eyes never left the building. "The car brought us here."
Goner looked at the car and shook his head and muttered something under his breath which sounded like "crazy max".
Max leaned on the hood of the car, staring up at the building. The moon was hanging low in the sky and a wind began to pick up.
Max butted out the cigarette and began to walk towards the house. "Well, let's see what adventure waits for us."
Like a Firery Demon...
Mags burst through the door, her katana slashed at the first thing she
saw. She didn't care at the moment if it was friendly or not, she was
ticked and her eyes were bright as supernovas.
She sliced the beasts in half and moved onto her next target, she was uttering curses in a language not used in over four thousands years.
Over two dozens beasts were between her and her goal. They were being taken down like weeds against a lawnmower.
She sliced the beasts in half and moved onto her next target, she was uttering curses in a language not used in over four thousands years.
Over two dozens beasts were between her and her goal. They were being taken down like weeds against a lawnmower.
I Know the Dreams that You Dream in Your Sleep
Jim Hogan awoke in his dream. He knew he must still be dreaming because what he saw before him didn't make much sense at all.
"Excuse me?" Jim asked as he approached the spiky blonde man in the yellow t-shirt. He could see that the fellow was smoking a cigarette and seemed to be waiting.
"Yes?" the fellow answered with a question.
"Ummmm," Jim started and paused. The spiky haired man looked at him and gave him a wink. "Well this is going to sound strange but am I dreaming?"
"That depends on which reality you think you are in at the moment," the spiky haired gentleman said as he flicked his butt onto the tracks and pulled out a cigarette. "One's man dream is another man's reality."
"Excuse me?" Jim asked as he approached the spiky blonde man in the yellow t-shirt. He could see that the fellow was smoking a cigarette and seemed to be waiting.
"Yes?" the fellow answered with a question.
"Ummmm," Jim started and paused. The spiky haired man looked at him and gave him a wink. "Well this is going to sound strange but am I dreaming?"
"That depends on which reality you think you are in at the moment," the spiky haired gentleman said as he flicked his butt onto the tracks and pulled out a cigarette. "One's man dream is another man's reality."
The Lobby Room
Max awoke in a white room. His eyes adjusted to the low fluorescent
lighting and he saw that there was a white table and chair in the center
of the room.
He could hear the drone of a lone black fly as it buzzed about his head. As if warning him of the trouble that was about to come. Max sat up and noticed that the clothes he had on were not the clothes that he had put on that morning.
"Are you comfortable?" someone asked through a speaker.
"I don't know yet," Max replied. He got up and straightened up his t-shirt which was also white with a grey logo which looked like a German Shepherd. He couldn't tell. "I will let you know once I have a coffee and a smoke."
"This is a no smoking room," the voice told him.
"Well then," Max said as he stood up. "There's going to be a problem shortly."
He could hear the drone of a lone black fly as it buzzed about his head. As if warning him of the trouble that was about to come. Max sat up and noticed that the clothes he had on were not the clothes that he had put on that morning.
"Are you comfortable?" someone asked through a speaker.
"I don't know yet," Max replied. He got up and straightened up his t-shirt which was also white with a grey logo which looked like a German Shepherd. He couldn't tell. "I will let you know once I have a coffee and a smoke."
"This is a no smoking room," the voice told him.
"Well then," Max said as he stood up. "There's going to be a problem shortly."
After These Messages...
A commercial was on so Max got up and got himself a drink from the
fridge. A cold beer; he twisted off the top and flicked the cap across
the room and it landed in the garbage. And he took a long pull from it,
the beer was cool and it went down good.
He was about to light a smoke when his phone rang.
"Max," Angst said. "What time is it?"
Max glanced at his watch and said, "10:33. What's going on?"
"Frank said if I didn't hear back from him by 10:30 that I was to give you a call and tell you 'Torches'."
The beer slipped from Max's hand and hit the floor.
He was about to light a smoke when his phone rang.
"Max," Angst said. "What time is it?"
Max glanced at his watch and said, "10:33. What's going on?"
"Frank said if I didn't hear back from him by 10:30 that I was to give you a call and tell you 'Torches'."
The beer slipped from Max's hand and hit the floor.
20131015
Zombie, Ghouls, Undead and Suki
Suki ran through the wall firing the godhammer at anything that
wasn't looking alive. She was scared and she had reason to be, since
there happened to be tons of zombies about.
"Eat this!" she screamed at one and his head disappeared. "You want me? You can't have me!" she screamed at another. Her arm moved to the closet target and she pulled the trigger.
She plowed through another concrete well; she was full of adrenaline and she knew she was pumped full of energy. She didn't want to become a mindless brain eating drone. And there was no way in hell that she was going to end up that way.
"This shift sucks," she muttered under her breath.
"You're telling me," Mags said as she hovered overhead.
Suki stopped and looked up. "Well, there's a sight for sore eyes!"
"Eat this!" she screamed at one and his head disappeared. "You want me? You can't have me!" she screamed at another. Her arm moved to the closet target and she pulled the trigger.
She plowed through another concrete well; she was full of adrenaline and she knew she was pumped full of energy. She didn't want to become a mindless brain eating drone. And there was no way in hell that she was going to end up that way.
"This shift sucks," she muttered under her breath.
"You're telling me," Mags said as she hovered overhead.
Suki stopped and looked up. "Well, there's a sight for sore eyes!"
Another Legacy...
Max's cellphone vibrated. He walked down the hall and then ducked into a
room. He flicked the cellphone up like Captain Kirk on an away mission
answering a call.
"Yo!"
"Do what you are going to do man."
"Why?" Max asked. "Where the hell are you?"
"I boogied," Dan replied. "There's three LEGACY teams here."
Max swore.
"You're on your own on this one," Dan replied. "LEGACY scares the hell out of me."
"I'll meet you at Lucky Wong's later," Max told Dan.
Max flipped the phone off and checked his guns. He counted 3 clips. He was going to have to make sure that every bullet counted. He did a quick glance out the window and made a count; there were three sedans and a black van in the lot below. He could see Dan in the building across the street. Dan signaled him and then disappeared.
"Well, let's see what we can do," Dan said to no one in particular.
"Well, I hope you can do a whole lot of shooting," a voice replied from the shadows. Max saw Trump sitting on the ledge.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Dan asked.
"I was about to ask you the same thing." Trump shot back. "Mags will kill me if something drastic happened to you."
"Yo!"
"Do what you are going to do man."
"Why?" Max asked. "Where the hell are you?"
"I boogied," Dan replied. "There's three LEGACY teams here."
Max swore.
"You're on your own on this one," Dan replied. "LEGACY scares the hell out of me."
"I'll meet you at Lucky Wong's later," Max told Dan.
Max flipped the phone off and checked his guns. He counted 3 clips. He was going to have to make sure that every bullet counted. He did a quick glance out the window and made a count; there were three sedans and a black van in the lot below. He could see Dan in the building across the street. Dan signaled him and then disappeared.
"Well, let's see what we can do," Dan said to no one in particular.
"Well, I hope you can do a whole lot of shooting," a voice replied from the shadows. Max saw Trump sitting on the ledge.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Dan asked.
"I was about to ask you the same thing." Trump shot back. "Mags will kill me if something drastic happened to you."
A Whiter Shade of Reality
There was a sense of vertigo when he opened his eyes. It was a drastic shift and he tried to locate the Architect of the Flesh team that he was in the middle of a huge battle with.
There was no blood. No wounds. No guns. Nothing. In fact, it was a big blank that he was in.
He sat in a white room at a table; there was a white cup in front of him filled with a black substance. Steaming. It smelled like coffee. He took a sip and was glad to find that it was in fact coffee.
He saw his reflection in a mirror; he was wearing a white t-shirt with WHAM written in black letters. Great! he thought. I'm a George Michael wannabe.
There was sound of a ding and a door opened up. Three men walked in all dressed in white, each carrying a clipboard. All looking like carbon copies of him.
Max scratched at his chin and discovered he had some stubble. He took another sip of the coffee, and immediately the three clones went to their clipboards and started scribbling.
"Max." A voice came over an intercom.
"Not I," Max replied. "You've got the wrong person."
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