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| OK, well let's let azrianni set up the encounter with the plot-dingus, and then we'll see how it structures a conflict. Sound good to you guys? -- [[User:James Holloway|James Holloway]] 14:53, 2 December 2005 (PST) | | OK, well let's let azrianni set up the encounter with the plot-dingus, and then we'll see how it structures a conflict. Sound good to you guys? -- [[User:James Holloway|James Holloway]] 14:53, 2 December 2005 (PST) |
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− | The suit enters, and Joe grabs him and flings him against a wall. Suit tries to raise his cuff near his mouth, but Joe grabs it first.
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− | Joe: None of that.
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− | Joe pulls out the mic and the earpiece and pockets them.
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− | Joe: Okay, slick, cough it up. What’s going down?
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− | Suit looks defiant. Joe reaches over and rips the hand dryer out of the wall. Suit blanches.
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− | Suit: We’re just on observational support and back-up. That’s all I know. Only the team leader is cleared for more.
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− | Joe: Well, don’t need you anymore.
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− | Joe reaches up and flicks the guy right between the eyes with one finger. Suit slumps, unconscious.
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− | Cut to Joe, returning to Shareeta. He pauses for a moment, gets a look of determination, and steps up to her.
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− | Joe: Wanna help me with something?
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− | Shareeta: Sure. What is it?
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− | Joe: It’s kinda secret. Even from Amy. You with me?
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− | Shareeta considers a moment, then grins.
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− | Cut to Joe, lurking in an alcove. Shareeta is seen beyond, out in the crowd.
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− | Joe, into mic: Team Leader, possible situation by “Foot Locker.” You’d better—
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− | He stops and crushes the mic between his fingers, then gives a hand signal to Shareeta. She looks around and sees a suit running through the crowd. She starts digging in her purse, acting “casual,” and manages to put herself right in his path, forcing a collision. Joe is visible to the camera, but not to the suit, watching the whole exchange.
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− | Shareeta: Hey! What are you doing? Security!
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− | Team Leader: No need for a fuss, miss. (He flashes his ID.) SPA, on assignment.
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− | Shareeta: SPA. Is this about that robot?
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− | Team Leader: That’s right.
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− | Shareeta: Are we in danger? Why aren’t you protecting us instead of running me over?
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− | Team Leader: The situation is all under control—
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− | Shareeta: I could’ve been killed!
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− | Team Leader: You were never in any danger. It’s just a training exercise.
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− | Shareeta: A training exercise?
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− | Team Leader: I have to go. (He runs off.)
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− | Joe emerges, sharing a smile and a wink with Shareeta.
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− | : Shareeta returns, breathless, to the maintenance hallway where Joe is standing.
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− | : SHAREETA: Oh my God. I just ... I just totally lied to a cop! Not even a cop, a super-cop!
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− | : JOE: (worried) Oh... Uh... It was for a good cause. And, well, you didn't exactly...
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− | : SHAREETA: That was AWESOME!
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− | : Shareeta flings her arms around Joe, dangling off of him for a moment, then spins away, looking back out at the retreating Suit. Her eyes sparkle.
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− | : SHAREETA: What's our next move?
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− | : -- [[User:TonyLB|TonyLB]] 07:46, 6 December 2005 (PST)
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