Post by Celtic Assassins on Apr 1, 2007 14:10:14 GMT -5
An un-named U.S airport. The Celtic Assassins are still being detained. Al Thoes sits and talks with a guard. We hear some loud, angry noises from behind a door. This can't be good.
Thoes: So the doctor determined that Bobby only has a cold. Why can't we leave?
Guard: I told you, after the incident in Boston, you boys were put on a list. Since you didn't actually do anything, you still get to fly. But we need to heavily scrutinize you when you fly through.
Thoes: So what is going on with Bobby, exactly?
Guard: A contraband check.
The door suddenly opens, and Bobby O'Brady walks out. He seems to be moving a bit stiffly. His lips are pressed tightly together. He is beyond angry.
Guard: Ooo. You got Steve, didn't you?
O'Brady nods.
Guard: Yeah, he's not gentle when he's hung over.
O'Brady shakes his head.
Guard: But did...
O'Brady: (tersely, as he hands the guard a form) He said I'm free to go.
Guard: Okay. Have a good one sir. Sorry about the inconvenience.
Thoes: You okay Bobby?
O'Brady: So in REBEL there's no DQ's, right?
Thoes: Yep...
O'Brady: Good. I'm going to need to vent. Against the first people who get in my way. Forget the title shot. Forget making an impression. (coughs) I just need to make someone hurt bad.
Thoes: Well, we'll get our chance. All we got to do is catch our flight...
Guard: Not yet. We still have one more contraband check to do, Mr. Thoes.
We hear the familiar snap of surgical gloves as Steve, a rather large, angry looking and disheveled man walks out.
Steve: Let's get this done. My buzz wore off a long time ago and I'm starting to think about the misery of my life again.
Thoes sighs deeply. Angrily.
O'Brady: Just keep thinking: "No DQ. Everything I do Tuesday will be legal".
Thoes: I (bleep)in' hate airports.
Thoes and Steve go into the room. the door slams.
O'Brady: (coughs) Can I get some bloody cough syrup?
Fade to Black.
Thoes: So the doctor determined that Bobby only has a cold. Why can't we leave?
Guard: I told you, after the incident in Boston, you boys were put on a list. Since you didn't actually do anything, you still get to fly. But we need to heavily scrutinize you when you fly through.
Thoes: So what is going on with Bobby, exactly?
Guard: A contraband check.
The door suddenly opens, and Bobby O'Brady walks out. He seems to be moving a bit stiffly. His lips are pressed tightly together. He is beyond angry.
Guard: Ooo. You got Steve, didn't you?
O'Brady nods.
Guard: Yeah, he's not gentle when he's hung over.
O'Brady shakes his head.
Guard: But did...
O'Brady: (tersely, as he hands the guard a form) He said I'm free to go.
Guard: Okay. Have a good one sir. Sorry about the inconvenience.
Thoes: You okay Bobby?
O'Brady: So in REBEL there's no DQ's, right?
Thoes: Yep...
O'Brady: Good. I'm going to need to vent. Against the first people who get in my way. Forget the title shot. Forget making an impression. (coughs) I just need to make someone hurt bad.
Thoes: Well, we'll get our chance. All we got to do is catch our flight...
Guard: Not yet. We still have one more contraband check to do, Mr. Thoes.
We hear the familiar snap of surgical gloves as Steve, a rather large, angry looking and disheveled man walks out.
Steve: Let's get this done. My buzz wore off a long time ago and I'm starting to think about the misery of my life again.
Thoes sighs deeply. Angrily.
O'Brady: Just keep thinking: "No DQ. Everything I do Tuesday will be legal".
Thoes: I (bleep)in' hate airports.
Thoes and Steve go into the room. the door slams.
O'Brady: (coughs) Can I get some bloody cough syrup?
Fade to Black.