slashes the throat of Guard2 as he rolls over trying to recover. Harbin holds it to the throat of Guard1 with an intense “freeze or die!” look on his face. Guard1 freezes.
CUT TO
View of down a back aisle between two high rows of shelving
Helton hurrie s down the aisle and around the corner and sees what’s transpired. He looks slightly shocked.
Helton: Why didn’t you call me?
Harbin: (Matter-of-factly) There were only three of them.
DISSOLVE TO
Low angle view down a middle aisle
Guard1 is tied up similarly to Slaver1. Two bodies lie nearby with Helton and Harbin in the background looking into an open gun crate.
Harbin: If we can find ammo, things just got easier.
Helton: I’ll see what there is.
Helton moves off down the aisle and around the corner searching shelves. Harbin stoops down, removes a rifle shrink wrapped in plastic from the packing crate, peels back the wrapping.
Helton: (OC) Found it.
Harbin: Good. Drag a few thousand rounds up front, then find magazines.
Helton: What ?
Harbin: Hope we don’t need it all, but ammo is like money. I have yet to have too much .
FADE TO BLACK
Flight
F ADE IN
INT - DAY - W arehouse near front entrance
Harbin and Helton carry rifles slung across their chests with a few magazines of ammo in their pockets . There is a heap of stuff near the door: two duffel bags, 20L water cans, a couple more rifles, opened cases of ammo and bandoleers full of magazines.
Helton: Almost time .
Harbi n: (Nods) Still need more flier info from our unhelpful friends, though… You might want to plug your ears.
Helton looks at him uncertain ly.
Helton: I though t Sikhs were all peaceful and into the sanctity of life?
Harbin: Mostly, yes. Never said I was a particularly good one. And others are depending on us.
Harbin walks out of view toward the back of the warehouse. An agonized scream rings through the room. Then another. Another. Helton winces more each time.
DISSOLVE TO
Front of warehouse
Harbin walks toward the pile of things he pulled out of Slaver1’s pockets and fishes out an electronic key. He then holds up a small bag with something in it.
Harbin: I think we have what we need. Time to go.
Helton: (Warily) What’d you do?
Harbin: Pegged his give-a-shit meter.
They turn toward the door .
CUT TO
EXT - DAY - View past the corner of the warehouse
Helton and Harbin walk confidently by the corner of the building toward the landing area. Each carries a slung rifle across his chest, three bandoleers and a duffel slung over his shoulders, a water can in one hand and an ammo can in the other. They stride boldly to the largest of the fliers. At the boarding hatch near the front they set down the gear and water in their hands. Next to the closed hatch is a hand-scan pad.
Helton: What now?!
Harbin retrieves the bag from a cargo pocket. From it takes a severed hand and places it against the scanner. It flashes green and built-in stairs fold down as the hatch opens. He drops the hand back in the bag, tucks it back in his pocket, and picks up his load as if it were the normal boarding procedure. They march up the stairs and inside.
CUT TO
INT - DAY - Cargo bay of flier
The door is closing behind them as they come aboard, drop the supplies on the deck, and head for the nearby cockpit door. They arrive at the door side by side and pause, each waving the other to go first. There is an awkward silence as they look at one another with an awful realization.
Harbin: Are you a pilot?
Helton: … Aren’t you ? It was your idea.
Harbin shakes his head.
Silence for a moment as they consider their predicament.
Helton: ( Questioningly) Not at all?
Harbin: Not even barely .
Helton: Then let’s hope this thing doesn’t crash as easily as a simulator.
Harbin gives Helton a look of surprise, then fatalistic acceptance , as Helton leads into the cockpit.
CUT TO
INT - DAY - View of cockpit, from the front toward the door
They climb into
CUT TO
View of down a back aisle between two high rows of shelving
Helton hurrie s down the aisle and around the corner and sees what’s transpired. He looks slightly shocked.
Helton: Why didn’t you call me?
Harbin: (Matter-of-factly) There were only three of them.
DISSOLVE TO
Low angle view down a middle aisle
Guard1 is tied up similarly to Slaver1. Two bodies lie nearby with Helton and Harbin in the background looking into an open gun crate.
Harbin: If we can find ammo, things just got easier.
Helton: I’ll see what there is.
Helton moves off down the aisle and around the corner searching shelves. Harbin stoops down, removes a rifle shrink wrapped in plastic from the packing crate, peels back the wrapping.
Helton: (OC) Found it.
Harbin: Good. Drag a few thousand rounds up front, then find magazines.
Helton: What ?
Harbin: Hope we don’t need it all, but ammo is like money. I have yet to have too much .
FADE TO BLACK
Flight
F ADE IN
INT - DAY - W arehouse near front entrance
Harbin and Helton carry rifles slung across their chests with a few magazines of ammo in their pockets . There is a heap of stuff near the door: two duffel bags, 20L water cans, a couple more rifles, opened cases of ammo and bandoleers full of magazines.
Helton: Almost time .
Harbi n: (Nods) Still need more flier info from our unhelpful friends, though… You might want to plug your ears.
Helton looks at him uncertain ly.
Helton: I though t Sikhs were all peaceful and into the sanctity of life?
Harbin: Mostly, yes. Never said I was a particularly good one. And others are depending on us.
Harbin walks out of view toward the back of the warehouse. An agonized scream rings through the room. Then another. Another. Helton winces more each time.
DISSOLVE TO
Front of warehouse
Harbin walks toward the pile of things he pulled out of Slaver1’s pockets and fishes out an electronic key. He then holds up a small bag with something in it.
Harbin: I think we have what we need. Time to go.
Helton: (Warily) What’d you do?
Harbin: Pegged his give-a-shit meter.
They turn toward the door .
CUT TO
EXT - DAY - View past the corner of the warehouse
Helton and Harbin walk confidently by the corner of the building toward the landing area. Each carries a slung rifle across his chest, three bandoleers and a duffel slung over his shoulders, a water can in one hand and an ammo can in the other. They stride boldly to the largest of the fliers. At the boarding hatch near the front they set down the gear and water in their hands. Next to the closed hatch is a hand-scan pad.
Helton: What now?!
Harbin retrieves the bag from a cargo pocket. From it takes a severed hand and places it against the scanner. It flashes green and built-in stairs fold down as the hatch opens. He drops the hand back in the bag, tucks it back in his pocket, and picks up his load as if it were the normal boarding procedure. They march up the stairs and inside.
CUT TO
INT - DAY - Cargo bay of flier
The door is closing behind them as they come aboard, drop the supplies on the deck, and head for the nearby cockpit door. They arrive at the door side by side and pause, each waving the other to go first. There is an awkward silence as they look at one another with an awful realization.
Harbin: Are you a pilot?
Helton: … Aren’t you ? It was your idea.
Harbin shakes his head.
Silence for a moment as they consider their predicament.
Helton: ( Questioningly) Not at all?
Harbin: Not even barely .
Helton: Then let’s hope this thing doesn’t crash as easily as a simulator.
Harbin gives Helton a look of surprise, then fatalistic acceptance , as Helton leads into the cockpit.
CUT TO
INT - DAY - View of cockpit, from the front toward the door
They climb into
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