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Genre: Thrillers

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A group of law men are assigned to a black Ops operation involving explosives and organized crime. (-this was uploaded from a script program that doesn't work with Booksi's format, and I don't know word format-)

Summary

A group of law men are assigned to a black Ops operation involving explosives and organized crime.
(-this was uploaded from a script program that doesn't work with Booksi's format, and I don't know word format-)

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Submitted: December 16, 2013

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Submitted: December 16, 2013

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EXT. POLICE STATION "35 DIVISION" - SUNRISE

Its A good old morning in that atmosphere surrounding the Police station. POLICE CRUISER'S pulling in to the station, rolling on out. OFFICER'S carrying box's of donuts. etc.

ROOF TOP BUILDING

On the other side of the street, two well built males (B.M.G)masked in black military gear stand behind a cell phone on a tripod aimed down on the police station.

Sound: From a distance a oncoming screaming whistle.

CELL PHONE SCREEN: RED TRACKING SCOPE, POLICE STATION.

B.M.G #1 sets his finger on the screen. THE TARGET IS SET.

  B.M.G#2

Lets go lets get out of here.

He turns his back to the cell phone, looks up in to the sky and sees a burning flash streaking down towards him.

SOUND: the screaming whistle now squealing towards the roof top.

CELL PHONE SCREEN:  "LOCKED" flashes in the top right hand corner.

B.M.G#1, B.M.G#2 RUNNING towards the back end of the roof, JUMP.

STREET

M.O.S

A black sedan rolls in to the side street for a parking stop across from the Police Station. A male (30,) detective steps out, closes the door, stands still in front of the door and listens in on the SQUEALING WHISTLE above him. He looks up and sees a BURNING MISSILE spiraling down out of the sky headed towards the police station.

Quickly he reaches for the gun under his coat, sets aim on the missile.

POLICE STATION

A Police officer (40,) on the sidewalk sees the detective on the other side of the street aiming a gun up in to the sky.

SOUND: SQUEALING WHISTLE

He looks up, mouths "HOLLY SHIT."

SOUND: GUN SHOTS

Three Police officers run out of the police station, see the detective firing away in to the sky. They look up and experience from 100 ft above; EXPLOSION.

INT. POLICE STATION "36 DIVISION" - MORNING

BOARD ROOM

The table is set with 3 F.B.I agents in black and white suits, 2 C.I.A agents in blue on one side. The other side of the table sits 3 Detectives in typical gray, a Police commissioner, and a Military General. At the far end head sits F.B.I agent Clarice Timber (41,) whom is strong, and elegant.

CLARICE

If you look down on the folders before you you'll notice that our surveillance team is and has been working top notch around the clock.

Military General GORDEN LEVI (51,)  sitting strong and alert in his military attire, both breasts loaded with badges, pins, a cigar in the right pocket. He sets his hand down flat over the folder.

GORDEN

So what are you saying, you mean to say that this was a inside job?

F.B.I agent JIM MACK (27,) sits upright and alert.

JIM

I have to agree. There's no way this kind of act could had passed radar. Not threw C.I.A. or F.B.I.

Police commissioner TOM MCCLAIN (60,) looking down on that folder reading over the details, trying to make as if he's understanding what had been documented. Yet his bluff is called as the old tiring Commissioner looks up on To Clarice staring that nervous look of his over.

TOM

Forensics, I say we leave it them. We already got that tracking missile control device in our possession. Got the roof top covered.

Breaths of disgrace air out over the table from in the detectives setting their snobbery humor over the old commissioner's statement.

CLARICE

We're trying to get to the root of the problem here. There's going to be a lot of questions asked. Our asses are in sling here.

GORDEN

Well lets set the radar aside for a minute here.

(Regarding the Tom)

I know the law on its behave here, is going to be set over this investigation like a clocked wrecking ball.

TOM

(clearing his throat)

Well ya, yes.

GORDEN

This case is going to be calling a sweep, all explosives, gadgets related to the arsenal. A call for a lock down, troops patrolling the city.

Clarice shaking her head in disagreement.

C.I.A agent MIKE DICKENS (27,) practically a rookie in the field and still in position of that know it all snoot, decides to reacted on Clarice's behalf.

MIKE

I don't see a lock down anytime soon, really don't see a cause for those troops patrolling the city either---

GORDEN

Then what in the hell do you see son?

Mike closes the folder in front of him, sets his sights on to Clarisse. Clarice nods her head.

MIKE

We've put a lock down on the investigation of the roof top, shuffled it into the others in the area---

GORDEN

(Disgraced)

A media side show.

MIKE

Well why would we give in?

CLARICE

What we're trying to do is to keep this on a low profile. Yes a dozen fatalities, millions in damage. So the well known terrorist groups are going to gloat. We have nothing to go to war with here. We cant just pull a shake down on everything and one that we think is behind this.

GORDEN

Now off the record here. What do you got?

CLARICE

Well obviously it wasn't nuclear, or capable of taking out a square city block. With absent threats we're dealing with someone or a group of thrill seeking armatures.

GORDEN

(disgraced)

What a crock of shit.

MIKE

I'll tell ya one things for sure. We wont be looking at another remote control car, plane the same again.

Investigator JOHN TIMMIN'S (28) sits upright and alert looking down on the pen in his right hand scribbling away on the left palm of his hand.

JOHN

(surprised)

Well I'll be dammed. You telling me that the missile was something out of your local Toy and Hobie shop.

MIKE

Well that's the impression were under, going with,,,for now.

CLARICE

We've retracted a surveillance shot which appears to be a fueled rocket with all the tech of a basic remote control toy air crafts.

GORDEN

And theirs a scum sucker some where out there with a broken ankle, leg.

TOM

Well from my point here I had already set aside to establish a unit of men for a leading grip on this case.

GORDEN

Hell, the way this is going to be staged we'll need to go it on a call for an explicit Black Ops operative.

Clarice stands out of her seat, looks everyone over.

CLARICE

Well that's all that is got to be said here.

INT. SCRAP YARD WHARE HOUSE - EVENING

With stainless steal walls the warehouse appears to be a sterile bomb shelter. The entrance way plays host to the black hummers, a Porsche, a Lincoln sedan, and a white cargo van. The left side of the ware house is set with racked shelving displaying monitors above a table of computers, key boards and joy sticks. The center space is floored with a fur rug cushioning the living room furniture (lounge). The Right wall plays host to posters of maps, women, sporting events, and is centered with a 50 inch flat screen TV.

EXT. SCRAP YARD WAREHOUSE - EVENING - CONTINUOS

A gray sedan rolls on in to the scrap yards entry way heading towards the ware house. The sedan comes to a stop in front of the ware house.

RALPHY (30,) is a big tough dummy, holds a minimum vocabulary, and is employed as the scrap yards security man. He steps out of the drivers side door of the sedan.

LEROY (26,) A clean lean and intelligent geek, although you wouldn't recon him a geek due to the jewelery flashing out over that designer suit as he steps on out of the passenger door of the sedan.

RALPHY

Come on, do you want me to take care of the poor bastard?

Leroy steps towards the warehouse door showing a snarl on his face, he waves Ralphy away.

Ralphy steps to the sedans back door, opens it.

INT.SEDAN

A man in military gear,(B.M.G #2) laid out on the seat, fresh blood spills out of his knee.

B.M.G#2

(drunken voice)

Come on Ralphy give me another shot buddy, its been twenty minutes.

Ralphy lifts a pistol loaded with a silencer in his hand up in front of his chest and aims it on to B.M.G#2.

RALPHY

Don't take this serious hu.

BIZT,BIZT,BIZT Ralphy lowers the smoking gun.

INT. BAR - NIGHT

Its a small bar, old and loaded with authenticity, it's speakers airing out a ROCKING POP RAP REMIX. As for the bars emptiness that excuse shows off the T.V showing footage of the Police stations explosion which happens to be on every channel the old bartender flips on threw wile shaking his head.

At the bar sits Tom McClain sipping a scotch on the rocks, beside him sits Gorden Levi slushing back a frosted brew.

MONTAGE:

a)STREET - NIGHT

A black sedan lights up in red and blue speeding in behind a green 4x4. The 4x4 breaks for an aggressive stop. HIGGS, a African American male (26,) measuring 6,2, weighing in at 290, steps out of the 4x4 heading towards the sedan holding a undesirable growl on his face. He reaches for his hip and reveals a D.E.A Badge.

b)INT.HOUSE - NIGHT

Two masked man in army gear quickly step in threw the opened front door and attempted to tackle G (30,) a medium built Hispanic male in his boxers to the ground. G's face shows signs of laughter as he looks up on the two masked men flying up off his feet.

c)BAR - CONTINUOUS

Tom and Gorden look on to the cell phone on the bar top, look at each other, nod. Gorden waves in the bartender.

d)MILITARY PRISON

The LIGHTS FLASH ON bright inside the cell holding a lean, mean looking blond blue eyed female (28,) whom goes by the name of MAD CAT. Four military police officers (3 males,1 female,) step in to the cells opened door, the female military officer holds out a pack of cigarettes, chocolate bar, pack of gum, in one hand, her other hand flashes a  MP badge. Mad cat grabs on to the CHOCOLATE BAR and smiles.

e)BAR - CONTINUOUS

Gorden looks up off the cell on the bar top smiling a grin, waves in the bartender, then looks on to Tom and breaks for a satisfying smile.

f)STRIP CLUB

Seated front center perverts row staring up on that luscious leg of the stripper up on stage in front of him, sits TECHNO (30,)a stringy shaped man, balding, looking out threw a pair of rectangular spectacles. A police officer steps in behind him.

g)C.S.I LOUNGE - NIGHT

On the television that sits on a vending machine with its money slot smashed in, shows a SCI-FI COP CARTON. On the coach in front of the TV sits a European male C.S.I agent waring a torn C.S.I t-shirt named ACE (30,) a tough guy, whom could easily pass for a Mafioso with that strong Italian accent of his.

Beside him fidgeting with that C.S.I badge on the chain around her neck, sits Jessica(25,) Afro American female whom could have easily made it in the modeling world or at it as an adult entertainer with that beautiful voice of hers. yet she had decided to take her esteem up with the law. 

e)BAR - CONTINUOUS

Tom and Gorden lift their DRINKS up off the table and CHEERS they tilt their drinks over the CELL PHONE on the bar top.

END MONTAGE

INT. SCRAP YARD WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

At the entrance Ralphy begins patting down MR. CHOW (58,)a stubborn Asian business man from china whom holds ties to the criminal under world.

MR. CHOW

Whats this you big baboon? I don't pack.

Ralphy continuing the pat down.

RALPHY

(agreeing)

Ya, you add a little soy sauce, you got sizzle, no?

Ralphy steps back waving Mr. Chow on in.

MR.CHOW

Yes, yes, sauce.

Leroy stand up from in his sit on the coach in the lounge.

Leroy

So Mr.Chow how was the flight?

MR. CHOW

A fucking pane in the ass.

LEROY

Well now Chow lets get one thing straight wile your in my presence. Its that I don't take kindly to foul language.

MR. CHOW

Oh yes,,, the American custom. How they say ah,,, wise guy.

Ralphy holds back on a laugh.

Leroy waves Mr. Chow in for a seat on the coach in front of him. Mr.chow sits, sets his right foot on to the center table, looks up on to Ralphy stepping towards him, leans forward and takes off his shoe.

Ralphy steps back staring over Mr.Chows socked foot.

Ralphy

Your not going to stink the place up now are you?

Mr.Chow angrily grunts waving Ralphy out of his sight. He undoes the soul of his shoe and revels a computer chip in his hand.

Leroy

Chow, you could have courier expressed that to me.

MR. CHOW

Do you think I'd be here if we could do a courier.

(quick demand)

We want this done now.

He hands the chip to Leroy.

Leroy

This it hu,,, non duplicate?

MR. CHOW

Any tamper sets off bells.

(to Ralph)

Not happy bells.

Leroy tosses the chip to Ralphy. Mr.chow is shocked paranoid of the chip falling, damaged.

Mr.chow

(to Leroy)

Are you gone nuts or what?

LEROY

(to Ralph)

Go set that in its place.

Ralphy looking the chip over heads towards the far wall of computer's and monitors.

LEROY

So lets discuss payments I don't exactly want to be hustling the K.G.B.

MR. CHOW

Yes, I have already made arrangement's---

Leroy

I don't except yin, or have any plans on visiting Russia in the near future.

MR. CHOW

(laughing)

Ha, ha, ha, ya visit Russia yes.

Leroy

Yes?

MR.CHOW

We have a security box here, you make exchange after I give key.

Leroy

Sounds like a business transaction to me.

Leroy offers Mr.Chow his hand for that concluding business deal. Mr. Chow complies, they shake. Leroy stands to his feet.

Leroy

You want a drink, or anything?

MR. CHOW

No, no I have to go. Relatives.

INT. RITZ HOTEL - SUNRISE

BASEMENT

Its actually a top secret bomb shelter funded by the government and used by Special Intelligent agents. Practically a club house for tech nerds with a full lab, a board room, a full kitchen, lounge, restrooms, five master suite's, and a board room.

LOUNGE

Tom walks on out of the board room and stands in front the door looking over the lounge sitting Higg's, G, Mad Cat, Techno,and Jessica, all of which are wearing black and white suits that are crisp to the collar.

TOM

Lets get this intro over with team.

The team step out of their sit, and RRIIPP Higgs stood up off the couch, the back upper half of his suit is shredded down the center.

HiGGS

I told you this undertakers cloak wouldn't be resting on me for long.

MAD CAT

(to Higgs)

I like it, looks good on you, I love a man in uniform.

Higgs growls into a stepping lead following in behind the team headed in to the Boardroom.

BOARD ROOM

Clarice stands to her feet from in her sit at the head end of table.

Clarice

(to Jessica)

Hi Jessica, long time no see, glad to see your in order.

Jessica

(not impressed)

Eat a dick.

Gorden Seated at the far end head of the table stands to his feet.

GORDEN

Good morning team.

Gorden lets the team sit in to the table,grabs on to the stack of folders in front of him and slides them down along the table.

GORDEN

A brief intro; the lady in front of me is special F.B.I executive Clarice Timber she gave me and Chief Police Commissioner here the go a head with this operative and you all have agreed, complied.

The team each grab on to a folder for them selves.

GORDEN

Now we picked you because,,,well we picked you.

TECHNO

You picked us cause this is a black Ops gig, and were the only one's humanly capability of risking it.

GORDEN

Well ya, we've got a few sissies among us. Its not exactly why we've let you slide more then twice fidgeting with what the tech world had to offer.

(to the team)

Anyone else want to question the orders around here?

Gorden takes his seat, looks on to Tom.

Tom

(over the table)

Your all signed on, so lets just get that out of the way.

Mad Cat brings a cigarette up to her lip. Gorden sets his sights on her and loudly clears his throat. Mad cat smirks and lets the cigarette drop off her lip in to her hand.

Tom

You've spent the night together, we supplied the expense, and now we'll work together.

CLARICE

I assume your all aware of the attack on the police station.

TECHNO

And your not risking a leak, media exposure.

CLARICE

Correct. What we are risking is a black ops operation with a group of misfits whom---.

ACE

In other words we've got our lives on the line, no back up, ties with the government out in the field.

CLARICE

Another way to put it is that only the people in this room is involved, we're your contacts. Now you will be fully funded and reimburse generously. But your life ends here until we assign you back to your regular detail.

Mad Cat lets a breath full of smirk out her noise.

JESSICA

Who's going to take care of our rent, bills, my cat?

TOM

We got all that covered, it was in the contract you signed. Don't worry about.

TECHNO

It's just a basic undercover gig.

CLARICE

I wouldn't suggest basic. We think we're up against very skilled terrorist here. Homeland terrorist a group that could have ties with very rich and powerful people.

TECHNO

In other words the Mafia, organized crime.

GORDEN

(to Techno)

Button it kid.

Techno raises his hands up in front of his chest, leans back in his seat and sets his attention on Clarice.

CLARICE

(to Techno)

Your the gadget wiz, our fire wall, the extinguisher?

techno

Ya, and I could have retired off a wall, like when I was ten.

Clarice

Ya that's what I heard.

TOM

(over table)

We're on a precaution, out there its going to be hard to hide it.

MAD CAT

Is there ingredient evidence on that bomb?

GORDEN

Its all in the file in front of ya sweet heart.

CLARICE

Typical home made stuff, more of a pipe bomb then missile.

HIGGS

What about surveillance, suspect ID, they couldn't be to far away?

Clarice

(to Higgs)

I'm sorry I don't believe we've met, or that I had your file.

TOM

He is D.E.A with more then one can handle under his shield.

Clarice

Oh yes, Higgs. How could I forget?

MAD CAT

Ya, there is no way it could fly under radar.

TOM

We got coverage and it appears to be a toy, a rocket of some sort.

G

One hell of a toy.

GORDEN

Their wasn't a match, and it was launched no more then five miles away fueled off some kind of nitrites mix. The war head was ignited before impacted.

TOM

A detective tracked it, shot it out of the sky and unfortunately a few yards above the station.

ACE

So whats our first mission?

GORDEN

I've already set a trial run for ya.

CLARICE

We have one of ours in Mexico.

GORDEN

We want you to apprehend him, turn him over. Our base there will take over.

Clarice

We have a lead on a cartel that we had set back, busted, had cost them millions. We've intercepted clues that their going to retaliate threw politics

GORDEN

It was a arsenal capable of bringing down a major city in minutes.

(to Mad Cat)

See, that's why I personally have you.

Mad Cat brings her hand up from under the table showing off that cigarette stuck in between the two middle fingers.

Clarice

(to Techno)

You'll be wired threw out the assignment. What ever you want, need.

HIGGS

So when do we leave?

GORDEN

(cheer)

You all will be leaving after lunch, and debriefing will take place on the way.

INT. SCRAP YARD WAREHOUSE - NOON

Ralphy stares on out the window admiring all that glittering shine from off the scrap yard as that sun above shines on down.

Leroy sits on the coach, the table in front of him set with a lap top, bottle of champagne,with a glass filled to the rim, and a ashtray resting a burning cigar.

LEROY

(to laptop)

Whats with chop sticks?

LAP TOP SCREEN: shows chop sticks as letters reading; NO ENTRY.

RALPHY

Eh boss can I go play with the dogs?

LEROY

(frustrated)

Ralphy cant you see I'm working hear. Take a walk already.

Leroy leans forward taps a key on the laptops key board.

In threw the warehouses entry way walks a lean designer cloths wearing female perky Burnett (24,)named LEAN.

LEANN

Hey guys, I went to the bank.

Ralphy walks her on by headed for the door.

RALPHY

I'm going out to the dogs.

LEROY

(to Leeann)

So?

Leeann

So, we're like  mill's richer.

She sits down on the coach opposite of Leroy.

LEEANN

Why do you have that asshole look in your eye?

LEROY

Where are the girls.

Leeann

(not impressed)

What? fuck you. You know you can be a real asshole.

LEROY

I'm having the guys over this evening for security.

Leeann

We'll your paying them. I hate paying them it makes me feel like a tramp, some kind of pimp running a brothel of whores using my own friends.

Leroy

(leaning back in his seat)

What are you talking about? Your all whores any way.

Leeann sulks folding her arms up in front of her chest.

LEROY

I'm sorry baby. Sweetheart I wasn't referring to you.

Leeann breaks for a soft loving smile.

Leroy

Now wheres the safety security box key?

Leann tenses up, growls with breaths full of frustration.

INT. MEXICO - CHOPPER - NOON

Ace sitting in the cock pit next to the pilot. In the back seated on the first bench sits G, Higgs, and Techno. On the rear bench sits Jessica and Mad Cat. All of whom are dressed in colorful tourist clothing.

Ace looks back on to G, Higgs, and Techno.

ACE

I don't want to jump.

G

(to Techno)

You owe me a burrito.

Mad Cat hands Jessica a chocolate bar, Jessica smiles.


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