Post by The Brothers Holland on Nov 7, 2007 21:17:56 GMT -6
(OOC: Sorry about this but it's a long one. Too long for one post so I'll post as half and a reply for the rest. Hope you enjoy and don't hate me.)
*The road moves beneath the camera. The well lit tarmac produces undeniable evidence that it is daytime, the ever so slight mist giving the approximate time as morning. The yellow lines flit past intermittently giving a hint at the speed the camera is travelling at and it's quite considerable. Two voices speak over the travel though the sources remain unknown. You'll get who they are in no time, it's not like it's the world's greatest kept secret or anything.*
"So where are we going?"
"I told you I don't know. I was contacted by someone who assured me they were a friend but wished to remain incognito."
"So it's a trap."
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't deny it either."
"True but beside the point. Anyway, best way to discover if it's a trap or not is to spring it... don't you think?"
"Aren't you supposed to disarm traps rather than set them off?"
"How can you disarm a trap you're not sure even is a trap unless you set it off?"
".... fair point.. I think. You still didn't answer the question, where are we going?"
"Be patient, we're nearly there. Just keep following this road."
"Ok... I hope it's a trap. I like a good fight out of a trap."
"Yeah.. so I saw"
*The camera turns up away from the road looking forwards. The road is leading towards an alpine view. I say alpine, it could just be a couple of really big hills, I don't know the definition of alpine. But about these mountains ahead there's a large sea of dark green. A forest lies ahead. The camera then turns full 180 looking away from the road ahead to the car and road behind. The car is a large truck. Black with red trim. The camera flows smoothly up and over the hood of the car and through the windscreen, showing the two men inside as Dave and Milo Holland. The camera carries on through the back of the truck before spiralling high into the air looking to the ground below as it does so.
The camera slows to a halt as if it were some projectile that reached the peak of it's trajectory. It looks upwards for a brief time before returning it's gaze downwards. This time the scene has slightly shifted. Firstly everything's in black and white. The day is later and the weather has changed for the worse. The rain is drumming down on the world making the lives of drivers a misery and most pedestrians equally so. Another car hurtles along the road. A sleek black car with no really discernable features. The camera again enters through the front windscreen only this time pausing on the man driving within. His face is harsh as if the years he has lived weigh heavy on him though he doesn't appear to be an old man. His jaw is chiselled and hair cut short, kinda looks like Jack Coleman (Or Mr Bennet for those Heroes fans out there)*
"God this rain is heavy. I don't know whether to be laughing or cursing. The rain makes my job easier out there but harder in here. Strange that it affects me worse when I'm not personally out in it. Doesn't matter though. I've made a lot of enemies in my line of work. This one job should see to that. The man who my enemies all hate more than me. This one and I'm out of the game. No more looking over my shoulder. No more worrying about my boys. They'll have lives of their own and need never know what I did for them. Or maybe they will. Maybe this will be one of those 'shots heard round the world' things. There's always been a story handed down that somewhere in this family someone would do the world a great service. We'll just have to see how this goes."
*The camera leaves the cockpit of the car and charges down the road to a lay-by. There's a gate leading into the forest running along the side of the road and a few cars. People sat at roadside enjoying their lunch whilst on some road trip or other. Families laughing and smiling. The colour returns to the scene and the rain stops as a truck pulls up, the same truck we earlier saw Dave and Milo driving. We hear inside Milo's mind for but a moment.*
"Keep watching"
"Watching what?"
"What I show you. It might not mean much at first but it'll all make sense by the end."
"You got something to do with us coming here?"
"Not directly. Seems odd you've come to the same place as my last job though. More than coincidence at any rate."
Dave: This is it. This is the place.
Milo: I reckon so.
Dave: I know how I know... how do you know?
Milo: You just said... that's why.
Dave: Oh... well that's fair enough.
Milo: So, where's this contact?
Dave: They said they'd...
*Suddenly a hand taps on the window. The figure remains unseen*
Dave: ..let us know...
*Dave rolls down the window.*
Unseen: It's good you came, I was worried you wouldn't. You boys need to get your heads back in gear. Get back in shape under real life situations. There's a bunker in the forest. Contained therein you'll find further instructions on how you'll achieve this.
Milo: Great.. but who the hell are you?
Unseen: Who I am is of no real importance... what i can do for you on the other hand, is. Just take the path into the forest here. Keep going for 300 yards and then turn north. about another 200 yards and you're there.
Dave: 300.. north... 200.. got it.
Unseen: Don't screw up. More than your conditioning could be at stake.
Milo: What's that supposed to mean?
*Silence. Dave opens the door and looks around. Nothing.*
Dave: That's.. weird.
Milo: Yeah?... I still say it's a trap.
*Dave gets out of the car and closes the door.*
Dave: Well? You coming?
Milo: Guess so.
*The sound of Milo getting out the car can be heard but the camera flies straight past Dave into the forest. The sound of running can be heard as the scene returns to black and white. The sound of rainfall can be heard from above, the occasional drop of rain falling through the smallest of gaps in the trees' canopy. Heavy breathing but still maintained at a quiet level. Then the source can be seen. From off camera a crouching figure can be seen running, the same man we saw in the black car earlier. He is dressed in very militaristic gear and across his back is slung a rifle. It's too big for a hunting rifle so we can only assume it's a sniper rifle.
The man hits the ground just in front of a fallen tree. He removes the rifle from his back before sitting with his back against the tree, catching his breath as best he can. He looks up to the sky with his eyes and mouth closed becoming totally focussed on what he has to do here. Again his thoughts permeate the scene.*
"Ok... I've gone this far, I have to go all the way now. Just remember what this guy would do if you didn't stop him. You want to bring up those boys in a world of terror and hardship? Not in Britain... this country's under assault from them that don't belong. This shot will save the lives of thousands. One for many.. always a good trade in my book. Ok... let's do this."
*Castor holsters his pistol that he had drawn. He then takes the rifle in hand and screws on the silencer. One second later he takes a position leaning on the fallen tree trunk. We gain a view down the scope as we hear the thoughts of the moment.*
"Ok... where is that IRA b*stard... goon, goon, goon, lackey... technician.... there he is."
*Castor has taken aim at the leader of this covert group of IRA operatives. He stands in a makeshift hut. To one side there are a group of men making adjustments to several devices, some kind of mortar and the accompanying shells . Beside them is a large van open and rigged to accept the device for later fixing to the launch vehicle presumably. The leader is apparently talking to others while overlooking someone tied to a chair. Castor lines up the crosshairs for a perfect headshot and releases the safety*
"You're mine now Kane."
*This 'Kane' moves out of the way showing who it is tied to the chair. The camera changes to see Castor's eyes open wide with shock.*
"Megan!"
*The camera pans to the side, the scenery returning to full colour. We see Dave and Milo jogging up to and stopping at some kind of hidden bunker. It lies open to view by the camera. On the small table inside is a map and a sealed envelope. To one side is also a chest. Dave smiles and goes straight for the envelope.*
Milo: .... Have I been here before?
Dave: Sort of. Remember Xtraction? Remember our method of training.
Milo: Oh hell yeah. You know what? I hoped it was a trap.. but this is even better!
*Dave opens the envelope and reads it aloud*
Dave: Ok boys, here's the deal. You're fighting the odds. At nCw you're fighting against two guys with everything to lose and at the same time everything to gain. You guys knocking them around since then has made their titles worthless so long as they haven't beaten you cleanly. That means they'll stop at nothing to keep what's yours from you. Sound fair? I don't care, that's the sit rep. So we're recreating the scenario. On the table there's a map. On it is marked the layout of an enemy encampment. They're armed with various paint-shot weaponry just like back at Xtraction. This time however your objective isn't seek and destroy. It's retrieval. They have something very personal to each of you. What?... I'm not telling, that'd be too easy.
In the nearby chest you'll find your weapons of choice. Milo retains use of dual machine gun weaponry though this time they come equipped with additional grenade launchers. Dave will use the dual pistols and sniper rifle. Extra weaponry since your numbers are severely reduced this time around.
You have until 21:00 before you boys fail... and no Holland accepts failure lightly. Good luck boys. See you on the battlefield.
Milo: Wow.
Dave: Tell me about it. This guy really knows a lot about us.. I'm starting to wonder who it is.
Milo: Who cares.. I got my guns back.. but with MORE POWER!!!
*Dave opens up the chest and tosses Milo his two guns complete with three bandoliers of extra ammunition. He kits himself out in true Rambo fashion. Dave straps the belt with pistol holsters to his hip complete with several magazines of extra ammunition. He also picks up the sniper and looks down the sights to check them out. Once both men are kitted out he turns to Milo.*
Dave: Let's rock.
*The camera blends back to the tree trunk we saw Castor sat behind earlier. It's smaller than it was and slightly rotten but it's the same tree nonetheless. Dave and Milo hit the ground and sit with their backs against it like their father before them.*
Milo: This the place?
Dave: Let me check.
*Dave slings the rifle over the trunk not realising his father had done the same action 22 years before. He scans the scene. There are about 10 guys all armed with paint-shot weaponry.*
Dave: I reckon so.. they're all armed with paintball guns and they look like they're keeping an eye out for us.
Milo: You sure they're not american military on a training exercise? You remember last time.
Dave: Let's see what they've got. If this is our show they'll have something we'd recognise.
*Dave keeps scanning. He then spies something.*
Dave: Milo... what's the most precious thing to you in the world?
Milo: You mean besides my beer fridge?
Dave: ......
Milo: THEY'VE GOT MY..... they've got my fridge!!!!
*Dave then spots something he really wished he hadn't. He sees someone tied to a chair inside the hut. The camera switches to show his eyes open wide like Castor a few minutes ago.*
Dave: Melanie!
*The camera zooms in on the eye that's not looking down the sight of the rifle. It zooms right in until nothing but black shows. It then zooms out no longer in colour and no longer on Dave but on Castor Holland.*
"What the hell do I do now? How the hell did they know I was coming? They set me up... the.. I'll deal with them later. They know I have to deal with this situation and they probably expect me to die because of it. Not this time. Not this way and not this Holland. Still gotta kill him... gotta do something about that device and gotta get Megan out of there. Hit and run... but I can't just run in there... too many guards. Need a distraction... something big... something to draw them all."
*Castor suddenly seems to realise what he should do. He disappears into the brush. The camera moves down to the camp. We overhear the conversation between 'Kane' and Megan Holland, the brothers' mother. She is blindfolded but not gagged.*
Kane: He will come for you. He will come for me but you will keep me safe. So long as my men know to kill you if I die, he will not touch me.
Megan: Please... he's going into retirement. Just let me go.. I'll talk to him all this will go away and you'll never hear from us again.
*Kane backhands Megan and she spits blood**
Kane: No... For my plans to be perfect they must believe me dead. They must believe Castor to be successful in his mission so I may escape and act without hindrance. Once that scum at Newry feel our wrath... then they will realise the error of their assumptions.
*Gunfire... loud and constant. One sentry drops down shot. All the others scatter but uniformly aiming at the source of the shots that don't stop coming. Whether through rage, the rainfall or excellent cover for them no more of the sentries die.*
Kane: And so it ends.
Castor: Indeed it does.
*Kane turns away and the camera follows his gaze. He looks straight down the barrel of a pistol complete with silencer. The camera zooms down the barrel of the gun through the chamber. We see the bullet loaded in the chamber before ejecting with the casing. We see the eyes of Castor almost burning with rage. He pulls the trigger and Kane falls silently to the ground from the head wound.*
Castor: Megan... don't make a sound. I'm going to cut you free and remove the blindfold. Do you understand?
*Megan nods her head smiling with relief at her husband's arrival. Castor kneels behind her and cuts her bonds with a small knife. She rubs her wrists as Castor removes the blindfold. She looks at him, eyes full of fear. While this may be Castor's life this is what he tried to keep her safe from.*
Castor: Get in the van. We're leaving in that.
Megan: You're right behind me right?
Castor: Every step.
*Castor leads Megan to the van. She gets in the passenger side and straps herself in while Castor goes to the workbench with all the devices on it. The shooting from the rifle he rigged up stops. He knows it won't be long before one of the goons investigates and realises what he's done. Or before one of the fools just turns around and sees him.
He takes out a claymore mine from one of his pouches. He embeds it into the workbench and draws the line to the van, hooking it to the back of it making sure it will explode as he drives away, destroying the equipment. Time has run out, the goons have seen the whole plan and turned to see him with the mortars and their leader dead. They open fire and he returns fire as best he can. He dives into the back of the van for cover, getting through to the front of the van and starting her up.*
Castor: Hold on!
*Castor begins driving off as the camera turns back to get a closeup on the claymore mine. It watches as the wire pulls the pin as the van drives away. A moment later and the mine explodes, setting off the 50lb shells and destroying everything there. The camera spins away, colour returns and the scene returns to Dave and Milo Holland behind the tree. The van is replaced with a truck... one of Milo's old pick-ups to be precise.*
"Do what was once done. This is all but identical."
"How about modifying it. Pincer movement. Dave comes your way, I'll come from the rifle direction."
"... That could work."
Milo: Ok.. the way I see it there's no way we're getting out of here with what was stolen without taking down each and every one of those guys.
Dave: Agreed. Don't know why they gave me this rifle, I'd get one shot before being spotted.
Milo: It's served it's purpose. You scouted the field... now we go John Frickin' Rambo on them. I'll head up that ridge and start firing. While they're distracted with me you sneak behind, let Mel know the cavalry's here before popping them all from behind.
Dave: How're you gonna know I'm in position?
Milo: Take the rifle. Once you're in place shoot this tree behind us. I'll see the paint and know. You move when I start shooting, got it?
Dave: Got it.
*Dave moves off and the camera spares us the setup manouvers. Everyone's in place and ready to rock. Milo goes Rambo on them all, mowing down those he can see and attracting those he can't. Once he hears shots being fired at him he ducks down and fires from a ground position. This is Dave's time. Some of the sentries have taken positions that block dave from entering the hut. Two of them to be precise. Dave uses all his stealth and agility to sneak behind them. Drawing his dual pistols he shoots them both simultaneously. They don't drop but act like most people do when killed in paintball. Stand still and make no sound. Dave goes to Melanie and places a finger on her lips. He then removes the blindfold. She smiles and he winks for a moment. He then looks up at the other sentries.
He twirls his pistols on his fingers ready to turn into Keanu Reeves in The Matrix. He doesn't wait but guns down each and every one of the sentries he can see swinging from left field to right field. Once done he blows imaginary smoke from the pistols. He twirls them again before sliding them into the holsters. He turns and smiles smugly at Melanie.*
Dave: Damn I'm good.
Melanie: Smooth. Now get me out of this chair.
Dave: Yes ma'am.
*Dave moves to the chair and begins to untie the ropes holding Melanie in place. But then another guy turns up. He's holding a paint shotgun and starts laughing as he's about to gun Dave down. This guy is big.. bulky and.. kinda familiar.*
Man: Here comes the PAIN TRAIN!!!
*Before none other than Terry Tate can shoot though his chest is peppered with several spots of orange paint.*
Terry: Damn!
Dave: Nice timing.
Milo: Sorry about the hold-up. There were about 5 more guys to get through hiding up there. So Terry set this up eh?
Terry: No sir... this was all Miss Black's idea.
Dave: What?
Melanie: Come on... as if anyone else could set this up.
*The camera zooms in on the face of Melanie Holland-Black. She's smiling to her husband in an innocent kind of way. A gentle blend merges this face into a black and white face devoid of emotion. The eyes are closed and the sound of tears can be heard. Very occasionally a spot drops on this face. Zooming out we see Castor Holland cradling the head of his wife. She's slumped over into his lap. On the side of her forehead there is a circular red mark... a trail of blood running down from the wound.*
Castor: This wasn't supposed to happen. THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!!! You should be back at home with our boys... our poor boys... It should've been me.. it would've ended with me... Our boys'll be next on the list... gotta keep them safe.. gotta... Sis... she's gotta be warned...
*Castor takes up the car phone fitted to the vehicle. He has no family left except his two sons and his sister. He knows for what he's done they'll all be in danger. He dials a number and soon a voice answers, a female voice that's vaguely familiar as that of Ma Holland.*
Castor: Sis... yeah it's me. Listen there's not much time. The job's gone south. They'll be coming for you you have to go underground... a long way underground.... Yeah I know, I'm sorry.... The boys?...... They'll be fine. They're with friends that no one knows. They know what to do...... Yeah... I love you too.... I'm sorry... Goodbye.
*Castor hangs up the phone and replaces the handset.*
"The boys are safe... My sister should be safe... All that's left to lead them to them is me... and that just won't do. I'm coming Megan... I'm with you until the end... all the way..."
*The camera zooms out through the roof of the van. There is a large squad of men carrying AR-18 semi-automatic rifles approaching the van from all directions except straight ahead. They're all ready to fire on Castor should he offer any resistance but are looking to capture rather than kill.
They don't have to... there's a gunshot from inside the van and then silence. The scene fades to black.*
*The road moves beneath the camera. The well lit tarmac produces undeniable evidence that it is daytime, the ever so slight mist giving the approximate time as morning. The yellow lines flit past intermittently giving a hint at the speed the camera is travelling at and it's quite considerable. Two voices speak over the travel though the sources remain unknown. You'll get who they are in no time, it's not like it's the world's greatest kept secret or anything.*
"So where are we going?"
"I told you I don't know. I was contacted by someone who assured me they were a friend but wished to remain incognito."
"So it's a trap."
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't deny it either."
"True but beside the point. Anyway, best way to discover if it's a trap or not is to spring it... don't you think?"
"Aren't you supposed to disarm traps rather than set them off?"
"How can you disarm a trap you're not sure even is a trap unless you set it off?"
".... fair point.. I think. You still didn't answer the question, where are we going?"
"Be patient, we're nearly there. Just keep following this road."
"Ok... I hope it's a trap. I like a good fight out of a trap."
"Yeah.. so I saw"
*The camera turns up away from the road looking forwards. The road is leading towards an alpine view. I say alpine, it could just be a couple of really big hills, I don't know the definition of alpine. But about these mountains ahead there's a large sea of dark green. A forest lies ahead. The camera then turns full 180 looking away from the road ahead to the car and road behind. The car is a large truck. Black with red trim. The camera flows smoothly up and over the hood of the car and through the windscreen, showing the two men inside as Dave and Milo Holland. The camera carries on through the back of the truck before spiralling high into the air looking to the ground below as it does so.
The camera slows to a halt as if it were some projectile that reached the peak of it's trajectory. It looks upwards for a brief time before returning it's gaze downwards. This time the scene has slightly shifted. Firstly everything's in black and white. The day is later and the weather has changed for the worse. The rain is drumming down on the world making the lives of drivers a misery and most pedestrians equally so. Another car hurtles along the road. A sleek black car with no really discernable features. The camera again enters through the front windscreen only this time pausing on the man driving within. His face is harsh as if the years he has lived weigh heavy on him though he doesn't appear to be an old man. His jaw is chiselled and hair cut short, kinda looks like Jack Coleman (Or Mr Bennet for those Heroes fans out there)*
"God this rain is heavy. I don't know whether to be laughing or cursing. The rain makes my job easier out there but harder in here. Strange that it affects me worse when I'm not personally out in it. Doesn't matter though. I've made a lot of enemies in my line of work. This one job should see to that. The man who my enemies all hate more than me. This one and I'm out of the game. No more looking over my shoulder. No more worrying about my boys. They'll have lives of their own and need never know what I did for them. Or maybe they will. Maybe this will be one of those 'shots heard round the world' things. There's always been a story handed down that somewhere in this family someone would do the world a great service. We'll just have to see how this goes."
*The camera leaves the cockpit of the car and charges down the road to a lay-by. There's a gate leading into the forest running along the side of the road and a few cars. People sat at roadside enjoying their lunch whilst on some road trip or other. Families laughing and smiling. The colour returns to the scene and the rain stops as a truck pulls up, the same truck we earlier saw Dave and Milo driving. We hear inside Milo's mind for but a moment.*
"Keep watching"
"Watching what?"
"What I show you. It might not mean much at first but it'll all make sense by the end."
"You got something to do with us coming here?"
"Not directly. Seems odd you've come to the same place as my last job though. More than coincidence at any rate."
Dave: This is it. This is the place.
Milo: I reckon so.
Dave: I know how I know... how do you know?
Milo: You just said... that's why.
Dave: Oh... well that's fair enough.
Milo: So, where's this contact?
Dave: They said they'd...
*Suddenly a hand taps on the window. The figure remains unseen*
Dave: ..let us know...
*Dave rolls down the window.*
Unseen: It's good you came, I was worried you wouldn't. You boys need to get your heads back in gear. Get back in shape under real life situations. There's a bunker in the forest. Contained therein you'll find further instructions on how you'll achieve this.
Milo: Great.. but who the hell are you?
Unseen: Who I am is of no real importance... what i can do for you on the other hand, is. Just take the path into the forest here. Keep going for 300 yards and then turn north. about another 200 yards and you're there.
Dave: 300.. north... 200.. got it.
Unseen: Don't screw up. More than your conditioning could be at stake.
Milo: What's that supposed to mean?
*Silence. Dave opens the door and looks around. Nothing.*
Dave: That's.. weird.
Milo: Yeah?... I still say it's a trap.
*Dave gets out of the car and closes the door.*
Dave: Well? You coming?
Milo: Guess so.
*The sound of Milo getting out the car can be heard but the camera flies straight past Dave into the forest. The sound of running can be heard as the scene returns to black and white. The sound of rainfall can be heard from above, the occasional drop of rain falling through the smallest of gaps in the trees' canopy. Heavy breathing but still maintained at a quiet level. Then the source can be seen. From off camera a crouching figure can be seen running, the same man we saw in the black car earlier. He is dressed in very militaristic gear and across his back is slung a rifle. It's too big for a hunting rifle so we can only assume it's a sniper rifle.
The man hits the ground just in front of a fallen tree. He removes the rifle from his back before sitting with his back against the tree, catching his breath as best he can. He looks up to the sky with his eyes and mouth closed becoming totally focussed on what he has to do here. Again his thoughts permeate the scene.*
"Ok... I've gone this far, I have to go all the way now. Just remember what this guy would do if you didn't stop him. You want to bring up those boys in a world of terror and hardship? Not in Britain... this country's under assault from them that don't belong. This shot will save the lives of thousands. One for many.. always a good trade in my book. Ok... let's do this."
*Castor holsters his pistol that he had drawn. He then takes the rifle in hand and screws on the silencer. One second later he takes a position leaning on the fallen tree trunk. We gain a view down the scope as we hear the thoughts of the moment.*
"Ok... where is that IRA b*stard... goon, goon, goon, lackey... technician.... there he is."
*Castor has taken aim at the leader of this covert group of IRA operatives. He stands in a makeshift hut. To one side there are a group of men making adjustments to several devices, some kind of mortar and the accompanying shells . Beside them is a large van open and rigged to accept the device for later fixing to the launch vehicle presumably. The leader is apparently talking to others while overlooking someone tied to a chair. Castor lines up the crosshairs for a perfect headshot and releases the safety*
"You're mine now Kane."
*This 'Kane' moves out of the way showing who it is tied to the chair. The camera changes to see Castor's eyes open wide with shock.*
"Megan!"
*The camera pans to the side, the scenery returning to full colour. We see Dave and Milo jogging up to and stopping at some kind of hidden bunker. It lies open to view by the camera. On the small table inside is a map and a sealed envelope. To one side is also a chest. Dave smiles and goes straight for the envelope.*
Milo: .... Have I been here before?
Dave: Sort of. Remember Xtraction? Remember our method of training.
Milo: Oh hell yeah. You know what? I hoped it was a trap.. but this is even better!
*Dave opens the envelope and reads it aloud*
Dave: Ok boys, here's the deal. You're fighting the odds. At nCw you're fighting against two guys with everything to lose and at the same time everything to gain. You guys knocking them around since then has made their titles worthless so long as they haven't beaten you cleanly. That means they'll stop at nothing to keep what's yours from you. Sound fair? I don't care, that's the sit rep. So we're recreating the scenario. On the table there's a map. On it is marked the layout of an enemy encampment. They're armed with various paint-shot weaponry just like back at Xtraction. This time however your objective isn't seek and destroy. It's retrieval. They have something very personal to each of you. What?... I'm not telling, that'd be too easy.
In the nearby chest you'll find your weapons of choice. Milo retains use of dual machine gun weaponry though this time they come equipped with additional grenade launchers. Dave will use the dual pistols and sniper rifle. Extra weaponry since your numbers are severely reduced this time around.
You have until 21:00 before you boys fail... and no Holland accepts failure lightly. Good luck boys. See you on the battlefield.
Milo: Wow.
Dave: Tell me about it. This guy really knows a lot about us.. I'm starting to wonder who it is.
Milo: Who cares.. I got my guns back.. but with MORE POWER!!!
*Dave opens up the chest and tosses Milo his two guns complete with three bandoliers of extra ammunition. He kits himself out in true Rambo fashion. Dave straps the belt with pistol holsters to his hip complete with several magazines of extra ammunition. He also picks up the sniper and looks down the sights to check them out. Once both men are kitted out he turns to Milo.*
Dave: Let's rock.
*The camera blends back to the tree trunk we saw Castor sat behind earlier. It's smaller than it was and slightly rotten but it's the same tree nonetheless. Dave and Milo hit the ground and sit with their backs against it like their father before them.*
Milo: This the place?
Dave: Let me check.
*Dave slings the rifle over the trunk not realising his father had done the same action 22 years before. He scans the scene. There are about 10 guys all armed with paint-shot weaponry.*
Dave: I reckon so.. they're all armed with paintball guns and they look like they're keeping an eye out for us.
Milo: You sure they're not american military on a training exercise? You remember last time.
Dave: Let's see what they've got. If this is our show they'll have something we'd recognise.
*Dave keeps scanning. He then spies something.*
Dave: Milo... what's the most precious thing to you in the world?
Milo: You mean besides my beer fridge?
Dave: ......
Milo: THEY'VE GOT MY..... they've got my fridge!!!!
*Dave then spots something he really wished he hadn't. He sees someone tied to a chair inside the hut. The camera switches to show his eyes open wide like Castor a few minutes ago.*
Dave: Melanie!
*The camera zooms in on the eye that's not looking down the sight of the rifle. It zooms right in until nothing but black shows. It then zooms out no longer in colour and no longer on Dave but on Castor Holland.*
"What the hell do I do now? How the hell did they know I was coming? They set me up... the.. I'll deal with them later. They know I have to deal with this situation and they probably expect me to die because of it. Not this time. Not this way and not this Holland. Still gotta kill him... gotta do something about that device and gotta get Megan out of there. Hit and run... but I can't just run in there... too many guards. Need a distraction... something big... something to draw them all."
*Castor suddenly seems to realise what he should do. He disappears into the brush. The camera moves down to the camp. We overhear the conversation between 'Kane' and Megan Holland, the brothers' mother. She is blindfolded but not gagged.*
Kane: He will come for you. He will come for me but you will keep me safe. So long as my men know to kill you if I die, he will not touch me.
Megan: Please... he's going into retirement. Just let me go.. I'll talk to him all this will go away and you'll never hear from us again.
*Kane backhands Megan and she spits blood**
Kane: No... For my plans to be perfect they must believe me dead. They must believe Castor to be successful in his mission so I may escape and act without hindrance. Once that scum at Newry feel our wrath... then they will realise the error of their assumptions.
*Gunfire... loud and constant. One sentry drops down shot. All the others scatter but uniformly aiming at the source of the shots that don't stop coming. Whether through rage, the rainfall or excellent cover for them no more of the sentries die.*
Kane: And so it ends.
Castor: Indeed it does.
*Kane turns away and the camera follows his gaze. He looks straight down the barrel of a pistol complete with silencer. The camera zooms down the barrel of the gun through the chamber. We see the bullet loaded in the chamber before ejecting with the casing. We see the eyes of Castor almost burning with rage. He pulls the trigger and Kane falls silently to the ground from the head wound.*
Castor: Megan... don't make a sound. I'm going to cut you free and remove the blindfold. Do you understand?
*Megan nods her head smiling with relief at her husband's arrival. Castor kneels behind her and cuts her bonds with a small knife. She rubs her wrists as Castor removes the blindfold. She looks at him, eyes full of fear. While this may be Castor's life this is what he tried to keep her safe from.*
Castor: Get in the van. We're leaving in that.
Megan: You're right behind me right?
Castor: Every step.
*Castor leads Megan to the van. She gets in the passenger side and straps herself in while Castor goes to the workbench with all the devices on it. The shooting from the rifle he rigged up stops. He knows it won't be long before one of the goons investigates and realises what he's done. Or before one of the fools just turns around and sees him.
He takes out a claymore mine from one of his pouches. He embeds it into the workbench and draws the line to the van, hooking it to the back of it making sure it will explode as he drives away, destroying the equipment. Time has run out, the goons have seen the whole plan and turned to see him with the mortars and their leader dead. They open fire and he returns fire as best he can. He dives into the back of the van for cover, getting through to the front of the van and starting her up.*
Castor: Hold on!
*Castor begins driving off as the camera turns back to get a closeup on the claymore mine. It watches as the wire pulls the pin as the van drives away. A moment later and the mine explodes, setting off the 50lb shells and destroying everything there. The camera spins away, colour returns and the scene returns to Dave and Milo Holland behind the tree. The van is replaced with a truck... one of Milo's old pick-ups to be precise.*
"Do what was once done. This is all but identical."
"How about modifying it. Pincer movement. Dave comes your way, I'll come from the rifle direction."
"... That could work."
Milo: Ok.. the way I see it there's no way we're getting out of here with what was stolen without taking down each and every one of those guys.
Dave: Agreed. Don't know why they gave me this rifle, I'd get one shot before being spotted.
Milo: It's served it's purpose. You scouted the field... now we go John Frickin' Rambo on them. I'll head up that ridge and start firing. While they're distracted with me you sneak behind, let Mel know the cavalry's here before popping them all from behind.
Dave: How're you gonna know I'm in position?
Milo: Take the rifle. Once you're in place shoot this tree behind us. I'll see the paint and know. You move when I start shooting, got it?
Dave: Got it.
*Dave moves off and the camera spares us the setup manouvers. Everyone's in place and ready to rock. Milo goes Rambo on them all, mowing down those he can see and attracting those he can't. Once he hears shots being fired at him he ducks down and fires from a ground position. This is Dave's time. Some of the sentries have taken positions that block dave from entering the hut. Two of them to be precise. Dave uses all his stealth and agility to sneak behind them. Drawing his dual pistols he shoots them both simultaneously. They don't drop but act like most people do when killed in paintball. Stand still and make no sound. Dave goes to Melanie and places a finger on her lips. He then removes the blindfold. She smiles and he winks for a moment. He then looks up at the other sentries.
He twirls his pistols on his fingers ready to turn into Keanu Reeves in The Matrix. He doesn't wait but guns down each and every one of the sentries he can see swinging from left field to right field. Once done he blows imaginary smoke from the pistols. He twirls them again before sliding them into the holsters. He turns and smiles smugly at Melanie.*
Dave: Damn I'm good.
Melanie: Smooth. Now get me out of this chair.
Dave: Yes ma'am.
*Dave moves to the chair and begins to untie the ropes holding Melanie in place. But then another guy turns up. He's holding a paint shotgun and starts laughing as he's about to gun Dave down. This guy is big.. bulky and.. kinda familiar.*
Man: Here comes the PAIN TRAIN!!!
*Before none other than Terry Tate can shoot though his chest is peppered with several spots of orange paint.*
Terry: Damn!
Dave: Nice timing.
Milo: Sorry about the hold-up. There were about 5 more guys to get through hiding up there. So Terry set this up eh?
Terry: No sir... this was all Miss Black's idea.
Dave: What?
Melanie: Come on... as if anyone else could set this up.
*The camera zooms in on the face of Melanie Holland-Black. She's smiling to her husband in an innocent kind of way. A gentle blend merges this face into a black and white face devoid of emotion. The eyes are closed and the sound of tears can be heard. Very occasionally a spot drops on this face. Zooming out we see Castor Holland cradling the head of his wife. She's slumped over into his lap. On the side of her forehead there is a circular red mark... a trail of blood running down from the wound.*
Castor: This wasn't supposed to happen. THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!!! You should be back at home with our boys... our poor boys... It should've been me.. it would've ended with me... Our boys'll be next on the list... gotta keep them safe.. gotta... Sis... she's gotta be warned...
*Castor takes up the car phone fitted to the vehicle. He has no family left except his two sons and his sister. He knows for what he's done they'll all be in danger. He dials a number and soon a voice answers, a female voice that's vaguely familiar as that of Ma Holland.*
Castor: Sis... yeah it's me. Listen there's not much time. The job's gone south. They'll be coming for you you have to go underground... a long way underground.... Yeah I know, I'm sorry.... The boys?...... They'll be fine. They're with friends that no one knows. They know what to do...... Yeah... I love you too.... I'm sorry... Goodbye.
*Castor hangs up the phone and replaces the handset.*
"The boys are safe... My sister should be safe... All that's left to lead them to them is me... and that just won't do. I'm coming Megan... I'm with you until the end... all the way..."
*The camera zooms out through the roof of the van. There is a large squad of men carrying AR-18 semi-automatic rifles approaching the van from all directions except straight ahead. They're all ready to fire on Castor should he offer any resistance but are looking to capture rather than kill.
They don't have to... there's a gunshot from inside the van and then silence. The scene fades to black.*