MARCH 23, 2013 | 1:25am —
INT. EURO CREEK. BATHURST ISLAND, AUSTRALIA - CARGO PLANE CABIN. NIGHT.—HALO sits in the simple, six-seat cabin, tightening the straps of his tactical boots with traditional mesh lining and nylon arch shanks. He then slides on a tactical vest with a wide neck opening that sits snug against his Kevlar undershirt. Small lights and panels flicker, as it automatically tightens.
At the helm of the plane, sits Calum Beauchamp, sporting matching gear. Gloved arms clutching the circular yolk. Calum glances back at Halo and engages the autopilot and unclamps the protective belts around his chest. He stands, ducking under the bow to enter the cabin. Halo doesn't acknowledge him, but he tosses over a thin tablet device that he captures without
MARCH 23,2013|1:32am—INT. EURO CREEK.BATHURST ISLAND, AUSTRALIA. HIDDEN RESERVE -CABIN.NIGHT.Ali Batam(In Modern Arabic):How many did we lose?Mercenary One(In Modern Arabic):If we do not move soon, we might lose one.Mercenary Two(In Modern Arabic):Snakebite, Commander. Baby Simalia Kinghorne. The poison is weak, so it will take two days to kill her if we do not make the transport.Ali Batam(In Modern Arabic):Round them up. There is a transport trawler waiting by the creek.The two men give each other unseen glances, and Ali chuckles.He then turn
MARCH 23,2013| 1:25am—INT. EURO CREEK.BATHURST ISLAND, AUSTRALIA -CARGO PLANE CABIN.NIGHT.—HALOsits in the simple, six-seat cabin, tightening the straps of his tactical boots with traditional mesh lining and nylon arch shanks. He then slides on a tactical vest with a wide neck opening that sits snug against his Kevlar undershirt. Small lights and panels flicker, as it automatically tightens.At the helm of the plane, sits Calum Beauchamp, sporting matching gear. Gloved arms clutching the circular yolk. Calum glances back at Halo and engages the autopilot and unclamps the protective belts around his chest. He stands, ducking under the bow to enter the cabin. Halo doesn't acknowledge him, but he tosses over a thin tablet device that he captures without
MARCH23, 2013 | 1:20pm-INT.DEWITT DRIVE. CHUCK RESIDENCE -LIVINGROOM.DAY.LUCIANsits in the comfortable ambience, within the moderate, square living room with matching antique furniture. The seating is cushioned, the floor carpeted, and the walls papered. Light is provided by wall lamps that make the bird theme shine, in light colours and the overall quirky look. Among the first things one notices walking in is an unusual sculpture and photographs of Chuck and Lucian through their years of friendship, on an end table.Lucian looks up whenMargaret Chuck, Lucas's grandmother. A maternalistic sixty-one-year-old woman with chestnut brown eyes, a flawless complexion, and wavy dark hair pinned neatly back. She is a little short and frail, for she uses an old, sturdy woo
MARCH 20, 2013 | 7:53pmEXT. KINGSTON, JAMAICA.REID VILLAGE JERK CENTER-LAWN.NIGHT.The night dazzles with blinking, rampant stars filling a cloudless sky as Halo emerges from the driver's seat of a rundownTOYOTA CAMRY. The door creaks shut and Halo glances across the street. Ignoring the hubbub or patrons, enjoying the festivities of food on grills and other amenities under high, colourful tents.His simple attire of jeans, t-shirt and old rebooks cast a different shade. Though it takes nothing away from his startling, good looks, and roughneck swagger. Vastly different from his usual polished look, and everyday charm.Halo takes in the activities, the so
MARCH23, 2013 | 1:10pm-INT.SLATER'S MECHANICAL WORKS-OFFICE.DAY.Lucian Slater sits at his desk over a strewn-out pile of papers. Impeccably dressed in a comfortable pair of black denim pants, a brown loose linen shirt, and stylish, polished brown boots. His eyes skim over the figures on the paper. Schematics for a competitor's showcase, and a meal ticket into more successful ventures.Sitting before his desk, is a pixie of a man, with skin like mocha and eyes as brown as honey. Deacon Lancaster dons his low-cut curly hair that contrasts the fairness of his brown skin. The epitom
MARCH 23,2013|1:32am—INT. EURO CREEK.BATHURST ISLAND, AUSTRALIA.HIDDEN RESERVE.NIGHT.In a closed-off quad, hidden under a dense canopy of trees, a campground glistens under the orange lights of fluorescent lightbulbs. Strewn about on dried out branches, and erected beams made from thick bamboo. They are reinforced by rocks and anchors of smaller wood nailed around their legs.The canopy of thick trees provide cover, and the remote location ensures no locals intervene. Though the noise from the three strategically placed generators leaves much to fear in such a place.