Post by samfinn on Mar 16, 2007 21:46:27 GMT -5
(The Moose Jaw motel with the blue Harley outside is silent. Silent, or like they say in the movies, too quiet. Something is prowling around inside. That 'something' is Sam Finn. He walks out of the bushes, zipping up his fly, and heads inside to the lobby.)
JACKIE ONEAL: Hey. Can I help you?
STORM: Yeah. I want a room for 2 nights, please.
JACKIE ONEAL: Okay. If you'll just come over here, then we can -
(They settle the prices, and minutes later Sam is in his room, lying Miracle Blade on the queen-size-bed. He takes off his coat and heads into the bathroom for a quick shower. While inside, he starts thinking about the skies ...)
(Afghanistan, ten months ago, over the northern mountains.)
STORM: Halo-One to all units. The target's straight ahead, vector three-six-zero. Set ejection handles to green, over.
HALO-FOUR: Roger, boss.
HALO-TWO: No joy, I can't see anything. You sure it's up ahead, Sam?
HALO-THREE: Just trust the intel. Can't you see the smoke?
STORM: Looks like the arms caravan was already hit. Any of you hear anything over the radio?
HALO-FOUR: Negative, negative. Nothing yet.
(The four F/A-18's soar over the desert, and up ahead a pale plume of smoke hangs like a shroud over the smoking trucks that is the Insurgent Arms Caravan. Halo team forms into a rough delta formation.)
STORM: Right, everyone. Time to dive into the fireworks!
(They break formation and race towards the trucks.)
HALO-TWO: Halo-Two, fox two!
(A missile goes flying north, striking a moment later and taking a half-dozen lives with it. Halo-Three and Sam lay down a thunderous suppressive fire, while Halo-Four heads for an old Soviet tank positioned near the road.)
HALO-FOUR: Four here, watch out! Ground fire coming -
(The tank fires, and Halo-Four's left wing explodes, sending a deadly shower of debris down on the trucks. Inside Four's plane, he looks at the damage.)
HALO-FOUR: Dammit! He got me! Eject!
(Halo-Four's canopy rips apart as his ejection system tears through it. The parachute opens as Four drifts towards the ground.)
STORM: Anyone see Four get hit? Fox-two fox-two!
(Four drops down onto the sand as two missles smash into the remainder of the enemy. Sam sweeps around to confirm the kill, and sees the parachute lying near the wreckage.)
STORM: Halo-One to HQ. Mission complete, but Halo-Four was hit by ground fire. Can we get a chopper to pick him up, over?
TANGO BASE: Roger, Halo team. Bird is inbound, mission complete.
(Sam is suddenly back in the shower. The cold shock of the water hits his face, and he lets some of it trickle into his mouth. The close match is coming back into his mind, remembering Halo-Two and Halo-Three and Halo-Four, and how good it will be to see them all again. The match?)
STORM: They're all going to bleed. Every single one of them.
(Sam drys himself, dresses again and goes and sits on the corner of the bed. He puts Miracle Blade under the bed and goes to the door. He opens it, heads outside and climbs on his bike. His destination; Moose Jaw WPVN's station.)
(He gets there after a mere half-hour of travel, and parks out front of the nearly full parking lot in a space marked "GUESTS ONLY". Walking inside, he is escorted to the filming room and sits down in the middle chair, next to Chazz Carson and Beast Carry.)
CAMERAMAN: We're on in three ... two ... one ...
(The WPVN fanfare plays over the speakers as Beast straightens his tie.)
BEAST CARRY: Welcome to frigid Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan! We're here as always with our official NAPW guest, Sam Finn, and he's here to talk about his retirement.
STORM: Well, it's just that. I'm retiring.
CHAZZ CARSON: Talk about the match. Tell us about the last match.
STORM: For me this isn't so much about the win as it is about going out with a bang. I'm going to break some bones on Sunday, and I'm going to make it a Bloody Sunday.
CHAZZ CARSON: Bloody Sunday? Excellent! We're looking forward to it. Just tell us; you're carving out a career out of enemy flesh here, why don't you just quit the military?
STORM: You can't just up and quit the military. That's called desertion, Tony.
(Chazz takes a drink of his water, and mumbles something that sounds like '(BLEEP)nut', under his breath.)
BEAST CARRY: Well, Dio Muerte's bat ruined your day last time, what are you going to do about that?
STORM: I didn't bring Miracle Blade this time, but you remember it from a few shows back, right?
BEAST CARRY: Yes.
STORM: So, I'm going to smack him right in the mask with that thing. I'm going to make him cough blood and spit blood.
CHAZZ CARSON: What about everyone else?
STORM: Careful, everybody. I'm coming, and hell's coming with me.
BEAST CARRY: Well, folks, that's all for tonight. Remember, you heard it here, on WPVN!
(The camera cuts off, and Sam has a quick conversation with Chazz and Beast and leaves, chugging his water before leaving. Climbing on his bike, he heads to the nearest fast food joint and picks up a burger.)
(He then heads back to the motel, sits down on the bed and chows down while watching the Moose Jaw news. Later, he heads to the gym and does some weightlifting and goes to bed at 3:15 AM)
JACKIE ONEAL: Hey. Can I help you?
STORM: Yeah. I want a room for 2 nights, please.
JACKIE ONEAL: Okay. If you'll just come over here, then we can -
(They settle the prices, and minutes later Sam is in his room, lying Miracle Blade on the queen-size-bed. He takes off his coat and heads into the bathroom for a quick shower. While inside, he starts thinking about the skies ...)
(Afghanistan, ten months ago, over the northern mountains.)
STORM: Halo-One to all units. The target's straight ahead, vector three-six-zero. Set ejection handles to green, over.
HALO-FOUR: Roger, boss.
HALO-TWO: No joy, I can't see anything. You sure it's up ahead, Sam?
HALO-THREE: Just trust the intel. Can't you see the smoke?
STORM: Looks like the arms caravan was already hit. Any of you hear anything over the radio?
HALO-FOUR: Negative, negative. Nothing yet.
(The four F/A-18's soar over the desert, and up ahead a pale plume of smoke hangs like a shroud over the smoking trucks that is the Insurgent Arms Caravan. Halo team forms into a rough delta formation.)
STORM: Right, everyone. Time to dive into the fireworks!
(They break formation and race towards the trucks.)
HALO-TWO: Halo-Two, fox two!
(A missile goes flying north, striking a moment later and taking a half-dozen lives with it. Halo-Three and Sam lay down a thunderous suppressive fire, while Halo-Four heads for an old Soviet tank positioned near the road.)
HALO-FOUR: Four here, watch out! Ground fire coming -
(The tank fires, and Halo-Four's left wing explodes, sending a deadly shower of debris down on the trucks. Inside Four's plane, he looks at the damage.)
HALO-FOUR: Dammit! He got me! Eject!
(Halo-Four's canopy rips apart as his ejection system tears through it. The parachute opens as Four drifts towards the ground.)
STORM: Anyone see Four get hit? Fox-two fox-two!
(Four drops down onto the sand as two missles smash into the remainder of the enemy. Sam sweeps around to confirm the kill, and sees the parachute lying near the wreckage.)
STORM: Halo-One to HQ. Mission complete, but Halo-Four was hit by ground fire. Can we get a chopper to pick him up, over?
TANGO BASE: Roger, Halo team. Bird is inbound, mission complete.
(Sam is suddenly back in the shower. The cold shock of the water hits his face, and he lets some of it trickle into his mouth. The close match is coming back into his mind, remembering Halo-Two and Halo-Three and Halo-Four, and how good it will be to see them all again. The match?)
STORM: They're all going to bleed. Every single one of them.
(Sam drys himself, dresses again and goes and sits on the corner of the bed. He puts Miracle Blade under the bed and goes to the door. He opens it, heads outside and climbs on his bike. His destination; Moose Jaw WPVN's station.)
(He gets there after a mere half-hour of travel, and parks out front of the nearly full parking lot in a space marked "GUESTS ONLY". Walking inside, he is escorted to the filming room and sits down in the middle chair, next to Chazz Carson and Beast Carry.)
CAMERAMAN: We're on in three ... two ... one ...
(The WPVN fanfare plays over the speakers as Beast straightens his tie.)
BEAST CARRY: Welcome to frigid Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan! We're here as always with our official NAPW guest, Sam Finn, and he's here to talk about his retirement.
STORM: Well, it's just that. I'm retiring.
CHAZZ CARSON: Talk about the match. Tell us about the last match.
STORM: For me this isn't so much about the win as it is about going out with a bang. I'm going to break some bones on Sunday, and I'm going to make it a Bloody Sunday.
CHAZZ CARSON: Bloody Sunday? Excellent! We're looking forward to it. Just tell us; you're carving out a career out of enemy flesh here, why don't you just quit the military?
STORM: You can't just up and quit the military. That's called desertion, Tony.
(Chazz takes a drink of his water, and mumbles something that sounds like '(BLEEP)nut', under his breath.)
BEAST CARRY: Well, Dio Muerte's bat ruined your day last time, what are you going to do about that?
STORM: I didn't bring Miracle Blade this time, but you remember it from a few shows back, right?
BEAST CARRY: Yes.
STORM: So, I'm going to smack him right in the mask with that thing. I'm going to make him cough blood and spit blood.
CHAZZ CARSON: What about everyone else?
STORM: Careful, everybody. I'm coming, and hell's coming with me.
BEAST CARRY: Well, folks, that's all for tonight. Remember, you heard it here, on WPVN!
(The camera cuts off, and Sam has a quick conversation with Chazz and Beast and leaves, chugging his water before leaving. Climbing on his bike, he heads to the nearest fast food joint and picks up a burger.)
(He then heads back to the motel, sits down on the bed and chows down while watching the Moose Jaw news. Later, he heads to the gym and does some weightlifting and goes to bed at 3:15 AM)