Post by andysavana on Sept 27, 2010 23:34:24 GMT -5
In an empty warehouse stands seven of the deadliest men you will ever lay your eyes on. Every one of them trained to kill in a specific form. None of them have ever failed at killing that it is they wanted to kill. There would be eight but one of them got suicidal and killed himself….he wouldn’t fail no matter what.
The seven killers in the room are:
Surge, of Kansas, skilled with shotguns. 5’ 7’’, 135 pounds, white skinned
Walter, of New York, skilled with traps. 6’ 2’’, 205 pounds, much more olive
Leslie, of South America Generally, skilled in knives. 5’ 5’’, 115 pounds, Mexican colored
Mako, of the Congo, skilled with heavy guns. 6’7’’, 185, Black
Lilo, of Haiwaii, skilled with his fist. 6’2’’, 280, Samoan?
Donovan, of Houston, skilled with his mind. 5’ 10’’, 155, average white man
Sanders, unknown, skills unknown. 5’11’’, 150, average white man
Sanders stands from on top of a crate as Donovan is alone leaning against the side on the ground. Surge is messing with the ammo in his shotgun right beside Walter and Mako. Lilo is lying on his back with his hands continuously clapping. Leslie is squatted down with an apple in her hand. Sanders is looking over the group of people with some sort of dissatisfaction in his voice.
Sanders: Seven. Supposed to be eight. One short. Where. I want to know where and when it’ll be here. The killer. I want it here now.
Donovan grabs the side of the crate and pulls himself up to Sander’s level.
Donovan: The other one blew a bullet through his own head. Apparently money cannot buy happiness for him.
Sander: Forget it. Something that terminates its own use is as useless as it comes.
Surge sees the two of them talking on the crate and lifts himself up past Walter and Mako. He pumps his shotgun to get the attention of the two on the crate. Everyone else in the warehouse looks over.
Surge: So lit me git dis strate, fellers. This Andy Savany leaves in El Ay and I’m sidding ear with spooks and co? Wi aint I out der pumming his head full of led?
Donovan: The last guy who thought they could pump him full of lead is now dead, Rascal Flats.
Surge sniffles and backs up as Lilo finally sits up. Leslie pops her jaw and gets up straight to approach the crate. She simply looks up to Donovan and Sander without saying anything.
Sander: Talk. I hate wasted time. You’re wasting time.
Sander continues to stare off into the distance at nothing in particular. He can still see Leslie in his peripheral and this angers him.
Sander: Talk!
A deep and heavy laugh echoes through the warehouse. Everybody but Sander looks towards the source of the voice and sees that Lilo is the one laughing.
Sander: Please let me in on the joke. I hate not knowing what’s funny. Enlighten me.
Lilo: She’s from South America. She doesn’t know English. Nor does she know Spanish. All she knows is who to kill and how to kill them. Like a miracle from the devil himself.
Donovan: Even foreign psychopaths don’t match up to good ole American. I like that. It’s hot.
Walter is playing with a little clear ball in his hand. Mako keeps staring at the ball with intense interest until Walter finally notices his fascination.
Walter: You do look mighty interested in this here sphere, sir. Might I interest you in a little lesson as to what is inside?
Donovan raises an eyebrow to the Walter-Mako conversation but turns his attention back to Sander.
Donovan: What are we waiting for?
Sander: Everyone to get acquainted. It wouldn’t be a fair game if we didn’t know what we were up against.
Donovan: You mean Savana right? What Andy Savana was up against?
Sander: LISTEN!
Sander only does one clap and everybody but Mako is now attentive. Mako is playing with the sphere in his hand. Walter smirks as he looks on suavely to Sander.
Sander: I do understand that some of you are either incapable of understanding what I’m saying or just don’t comprehend. I’ll make one thing clear though. Savana will be killed. It’s in the stars. It’s destiny. Your god has predicted it. I don’t care what makes you get the job done but get it done.
Walter: Might I interject? I do believe that all of us can agree that money is the reason we are all here right now. No Koran or Tiki Statue is going to convince anyone out of that.
Sander: You’re implying that you don’t have full faith in being paid?
Walter: No I’m saying it was a bad idea to hire seven people to kill one guy. I’ll kill you six for free to get to Savana and collect the pay.
Sander: That train of thought was anticipated so-
Mako: OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
Everybody switches focus to see Mako holding his now disintegrating hand. The sphere is shattered and the liquid coming out is causing even the concrete ground to smoke.
Walter: I do suppose I should’ve waited to ask just why seven of us were hired before I gave you the ole sphere trick.
Mako: I’ll kill you!
Mako suddenly lifts his gatlin gun and starts to spray but Walter jumps over the stream. Mako goes to swing it back the other way but a knife suddenly slices into his forehead. It came from a very calm and smiling Leslie. Walter smiles and pops his neck.
Walter: She is a cutie.
Sander: This act was anticipated. So the stipulation that everyone of us that is left after Savana is dead the larger the pay.
Surge: Ay, ow cum yu keep menchin dah fact e is gunna kill us?
Donovan: Lets just say that Savana has a bit of supernatural help.
CUT!
The seven killers in the room are:
Surge, of Kansas, skilled with shotguns. 5’ 7’’, 135 pounds, white skinned
Walter, of New York, skilled with traps. 6’ 2’’, 205 pounds, much more olive
Leslie, of South America Generally, skilled in knives. 5’ 5’’, 115 pounds, Mexican colored
Mako, of the Congo, skilled with heavy guns. 6’7’’, 185, Black
Lilo, of Haiwaii, skilled with his fist. 6’2’’, 280, Samoan?
Donovan, of Houston, skilled with his mind. 5’ 10’’, 155, average white man
Sanders, unknown, skills unknown. 5’11’’, 150, average white man
Sanders stands from on top of a crate as Donovan is alone leaning against the side on the ground. Surge is messing with the ammo in his shotgun right beside Walter and Mako. Lilo is lying on his back with his hands continuously clapping. Leslie is squatted down with an apple in her hand. Sanders is looking over the group of people with some sort of dissatisfaction in his voice.
Sanders: Seven. Supposed to be eight. One short. Where. I want to know where and when it’ll be here. The killer. I want it here now.
Donovan grabs the side of the crate and pulls himself up to Sander’s level.
Donovan: The other one blew a bullet through his own head. Apparently money cannot buy happiness for him.
Sander: Forget it. Something that terminates its own use is as useless as it comes.
Surge sees the two of them talking on the crate and lifts himself up past Walter and Mako. He pumps his shotgun to get the attention of the two on the crate. Everyone else in the warehouse looks over.
Surge: So lit me git dis strate, fellers. This Andy Savany leaves in El Ay and I’m sidding ear with spooks and co? Wi aint I out der pumming his head full of led?
Donovan: The last guy who thought they could pump him full of lead is now dead, Rascal Flats.
Surge sniffles and backs up as Lilo finally sits up. Leslie pops her jaw and gets up straight to approach the crate. She simply looks up to Donovan and Sander without saying anything.
Sander: Talk. I hate wasted time. You’re wasting time.
Sander continues to stare off into the distance at nothing in particular. He can still see Leslie in his peripheral and this angers him.
Sander: Talk!
A deep and heavy laugh echoes through the warehouse. Everybody but Sander looks towards the source of the voice and sees that Lilo is the one laughing.
Sander: Please let me in on the joke. I hate not knowing what’s funny. Enlighten me.
Lilo: She’s from South America. She doesn’t know English. Nor does she know Spanish. All she knows is who to kill and how to kill them. Like a miracle from the devil himself.
Donovan: Even foreign psychopaths don’t match up to good ole American. I like that. It’s hot.
Walter is playing with a little clear ball in his hand. Mako keeps staring at the ball with intense interest until Walter finally notices his fascination.
Walter: You do look mighty interested in this here sphere, sir. Might I interest you in a little lesson as to what is inside?
Donovan raises an eyebrow to the Walter-Mako conversation but turns his attention back to Sander.
Donovan: What are we waiting for?
Sander: Everyone to get acquainted. It wouldn’t be a fair game if we didn’t know what we were up against.
Donovan: You mean Savana right? What Andy Savana was up against?
Sander: LISTEN!
Sander only does one clap and everybody but Mako is now attentive. Mako is playing with the sphere in his hand. Walter smirks as he looks on suavely to Sander.
Sander: I do understand that some of you are either incapable of understanding what I’m saying or just don’t comprehend. I’ll make one thing clear though. Savana will be killed. It’s in the stars. It’s destiny. Your god has predicted it. I don’t care what makes you get the job done but get it done.
Walter: Might I interject? I do believe that all of us can agree that money is the reason we are all here right now. No Koran or Tiki Statue is going to convince anyone out of that.
Sander: You’re implying that you don’t have full faith in being paid?
Walter: No I’m saying it was a bad idea to hire seven people to kill one guy. I’ll kill you six for free to get to Savana and collect the pay.
Sander: That train of thought was anticipated so-
Mako: OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
Everybody switches focus to see Mako holding his now disintegrating hand. The sphere is shattered and the liquid coming out is causing even the concrete ground to smoke.
Walter: I do suppose I should’ve waited to ask just why seven of us were hired before I gave you the ole sphere trick.
Mako: I’ll kill you!
Mako suddenly lifts his gatlin gun and starts to spray but Walter jumps over the stream. Mako goes to swing it back the other way but a knife suddenly slices into his forehead. It came from a very calm and smiling Leslie. Walter smiles and pops his neck.
Walter: She is a cutie.
Sander: This act was anticipated. So the stipulation that everyone of us that is left after Savana is dead the larger the pay.
Surge: Ay, ow cum yu keep menchin dah fact e is gunna kill us?
Donovan: Lets just say that Savana has a bit of supernatural help.
CUT!