EXT. CAMPFIRE - NIGHT

               The CWAL team has made good use of the abandoned Blizzard
               utilities. Overturned tents are now upright, and two fire
               pits are lit. Thunder, War2Guy and Vektor are warming
               themselves around the fire, Fearless is walking from the
               group and toward a large tent lit from the inside.



               INT. MISS CHEETAH'S TENT - NIGHT

               Miss Cheetah has the large tent set up as her on-site
               research center. A fold-out desk is littered with navigation
               tools, a map of the Mediterranean and several pictures and
               records of the Sword of Dione. Miss Cheetah, herself, is
               buried deep in a tome of mythos about the greek gods and
               their weapons of war.

               Fearless enters and startles her from her book worm digging.
               When she sees it's him, she sighs.

                                   FEARLESS
                         Hey.

                                   MISS CHEETAH
                         Hey.

                                   FEARLESS
                         What do you think is swimming in
                         that pond out back?

                                   MISS CHEETAH
                         I don't know. What happened to the
                         whole gung-ho kill it to death
                         attitude?

                                   FEARLESS
                         Well, we needed the fuel. Now we
                         have it. Now they're asking
                         questions.

                                   MISS CHEETAH
                         That's the great thing about being
                         a scientist. We're always asking
                         questions, so nothing ever changes.

                                   FEARLESS
                         Good for you. So you think the loch
                         ness monster is somewhere out
                         there?

                                   MISS CHEETAH
                         The loch ness monster is in the
                         loch ness water bed, which is why
                         they call it the loch ness monster.

                                   FEARLESS
                         You're right. Dumb question.

                                   MISS CHEETAH
                         I'm sorry. I'm just tired and
                         grumpy. And trying to figure this
                         thing out.

                                   FEARLESS
                             (crossing the desk)
                         What's the problem?

                                   MISS CHEETAH
                         Something's not matching up. There
                         are little singularities in design,
                         no one description is the same.
                         It's like every record has its own
                         idea of what this blade actually
                         is.

                                   FEARLESS
                         Educated guesses.

                                   MISS CHEETAH
                         Or just guesses flat-out. For all
                         we know, this thing isn't a blade
                         at all. 
                             (thumbing the large tome
                              to a column of text)
                         And then there comes the problem
                         written right here in the user
                         manual.

                                   FEARLESS
                         And that is?

                                   MISS CHEETAH
                         I won't bore you with a couple
                         thousand year-old transcript
                         dialogue. What it's talking about
                         is some sort of life power. The
                         blade itself runs on it.

                                   FEARLESS
                         Life power.

                                   MISS CHEETAH
                         For lack of a better term since I'm
                         half-brained at the moment. The
                         weapon fuses itself to the user's
                         life force or base equivalent
                         thereof. Now, under normal
                         circumstances, used by a god for
                         instance, we'd be fine. No blood, no
                         foul. But since we're all mortals
                         and not made to handle this sort of
                         thing, it could very well kill
                         whomever uses it.

                                   FEARLESS
                         So, make it count.

                                   MISS CHEETAH
                         I'm worried because it's blatant in
                         the literature. Phasmus must have
                         known before calling us in.

                                   FEARLESS
                         So now you're a skeptic of our tape
                         fiend friend.

                                   MISS CHEETAH
                         He's not our friend. He's in it for
                         him.

                                   FEARLESS
                         I agree. But it's something that
                         can help us either way, and that's
                         all he promised. Listen, I
                         appreciate everything you're doing.
                         Just so you know.

                                   MISS CHEETAH
                         What do you mean by that?

                                   FEARLESS
                         You're not affiliated with CWAL.
                         You don't have to help out. You
                         could just cut out early like
                         everyone else, do the smart thing.
                         But you didn't. I just wanted you
                         to know that it doesn't go
                         unnoticed.

               Miss Cheetah smiles but it is short-lived. She shakes her
               head.

                                   MISS CHEETAH
                         Fearless, I loved you. But that was
                         a long time ago.

                                   FEARLESS
                         I know.

                                   MISS CHEETAH
                         It didn't work out. There aren't
                         any hard feelings about it, it just
                         didn't work out.

                                   FEARLESS
                         I didn't mean it like that. I'm
                         glad you feel that way. It'd really
                         suck to die thinking otherwise.

                                   MISS CHEETAH
                         And what do you mean by that?

                                   FEARLESS
                         You're right. You do ask a lot of
                         questions.

               Archangel enters the tent, nods to Fearless.

                                   ARCHANGEL
                         I found something. Think you should
                         check it out.



               EXT. BLIZZARD CAMPSITE - ABANDONED HELICOPTER - NIGHT

               Archangel and Fearless peer into the big cargo space of the
               helo. Flashlights shine on the clean floors and spotless
               walls.

                                   ARCHANGEL
                         Everything's in order, everything's
                         emptied out. Not a scratch on the
                         blue paint. Bullet holes, scars,
                         nothin'.

                                   FEARLESS
                         OK. I see.

                                   ARCHANGEL
                         I checked the other equipment to be
                         sure. Everything is set up like
                         people ran away, but there's no
                         real sign of any struggle. Swept
                         the perimeter. No sign of forced
                         entry, no sign of assault.
                         No bodies, no blood. And just like
                         here, all of the equipment,
                         everything is gone.

                                   FEARLESS
                         Blizzard turned the campsite over
                         on purpose. 

                                   ARCHANGEL
                         Best part is, these Hueys were
                         outfitted for vehicular transport,
                         but there's no tracks, no tire
                         marks, no fresh paths, nothing to
                         show that Blizzard ever left.

                                   FEARLESS
                         A trap?

                                   ARCHANGEL
                         My bet is a misdirection. I think
                         they made a suggestion of something
                         in the water so we wouldn't check
                         there.

                                   FEARLESS
                         Which means they knew we were
                         coming.

                                   ARCHANGEL
                         Somebody tipped them off. Sure.
                         Maybe.

               There's commotion by the fire. People are yelling. Something
               falls over. Fearless and Archangel turn toward the noise.



               EXT. CAMPFIRE - NIGHT

               Thunder and Vektor are going at it. The limber gecko is
               making little damage on the hulking Rambo guy, but Thunder's
               not exactly fast enough to make any solid hits either.
               Patriot and War2Guy are yelling at the two but it's hard to
               tell whether they're trying to stop them or encourage the
               scuffle further.

               Fearless and Archangel arrive on the scene, Miss Cheetah's
               already there but none of them are sure how to break it up.
               The two other spectators aren't aware of them quite yet. 

                                   FEARLESS
                         The hell is going on?

                                   MISS CHEETAH
                         Thunder, stop!

               He doesn't listen and finally plants that one good punch on
               his lizard opponent.

               POP POP!

               Two small, shiny objects knock Thunder off his feet. Vektor
               takes the opportunity to lunge on top of the big guy but
               another POP! And he falls flat on the sand.

                                   VEKTOR
                         Ow! What the shit?!

                                   THUNDER
                         I think I just got hit by a nickle.

                                   VEKTOR
                         Who's shooting nickles?!

                                   FEARLESS
                         Angel, might I advise you moving up
                         to bullets with the rest of the
                         world?

               Archangel cocks his rifle.

                                   ARCHANGEL
                         Noted.

                                   FEARLESS
                         Thunder? Care to expound?

                                   THUNDER
                         Little twerp made fun of me.

                                   VEKTOR
                         Ask a stupid question, get a stupid
                         answer.

                                   MISS CHEETAH
                         Must be the trend.

                                   THUNDER
                         It wasn't stupid. You have no idea
                         where this thing is and you want us
                         to prance around Greek-town like
                         Tomb Raider, the ballet.

                                   VEKTOR
                         We've got a pretty good idea where
                         the sword is.

                                   THUNDER
                         You got a little sword detector
                         thingy in your pants you ain't
                         tellin' us about? Because last I
                         checked, they don't even have hay
                         stacks here.

                                   VEKTOR
                         What the hell does that even mean?

                                   FEARLESS
                         Quiet. Both of you. Everyone get
                         your water-tight backpacks.

                                   VEKTOR
                         We don't have any of those.

                                   FEARLESS
                         Sucks to be you, then. Because
                         we're going to get wet tonight.

                                   WAR2GUY
                         Ew.



               EXT. IRVINE SKYLINE - DUSK

               Toppled buildings and broken scrapers, nothing looks the
               better. The streets begin to flood with a black cloud,
               millions of dark spirit things are swishing across the broken
               turf. From the sky, hundreds of thousands of winged demons
               screech down toward the center of the city, joining with the
               foot soldiers from Hell. Their destination,

               Starbucks.



               EXT. BLIZZARD HQ ROOF

               Malice stands on her observation perch. Beside her stands
               Head Programmer and the Legion commander demon. They're
               watching the impending massacre.

                                   MALICE
                         Wow. This is going to be faster
                         than I thought.

                                   LEGION
                         As per our agreement.

                                   MALICE
                         Now, now. Don't be hasty. I rather
                         like having you here.

                                   HEAD PROGRAMMER
                         So then what about our other plans
                         for CWAL?

                                   MALICE
                         You're such a droop. Enjoy the
                         show, darling.



               EXT. STREETS OF IRVINE - MOMENTS LATER

               The onrushing demons get ever closer to the entrenched CWAL
               Headquarters.



               INT. CWAL HQ FRONT LOBBY - DUSK

               The CWALers are looking at the cloud of death like it's the
               last thing they'll ever see. Probably is.

               Gaval furrows his brow, rubs his chin and marches through
               everyone and out the front door.



               EXT. CWAL HQ FRONT LAWN - DUSK

               Gaval rounds the corner to see Seraph and some other Newbies
               working on some piped contraption.

                                   GAVAL
                         How's it going there, Seraph?

                                   SERAPH
                         Doing my job. You?

                                   GAVAL
                         Watching.

                                   SERAPH
                         Get the fuck inside. All of you.

               The Newbies need no other orders, they rush away. Seraph
               turns to Gaval.

                                   GAVAL
                         This had better work.

                                   SERAPH
                         You think?

               Gaval eyes the equipment behind Seraph: Leaking pipes that
               run to a silver pot, the one the angel brought home from
               church.

                                   GAVAL
                         Your new toy?

               Seraph doesn't respond. He's half looking at Gaval, and half
               looking at the ominous shadow that has now blocked what sun
               was still showing. The hell spawned screeches are getting
               louder.

               Gaval follows the pipes with his eyes. They lead to a rather
               make-shifted set of lining across the roof of the Starbucks.
               Everything is leaking.

                                   GAVAL
                         Well, it smells familiar.

               Seraph squints. The demons are kicking up dust and it's now
               blowing toward them, getting in his eyes. 

               The flying demons close in, their leader waving his flock
               onward as wings fold in and the diving commences.



               EXT. BLIZZARD HQ ROOF - DUSK

               Malice brings up a pair of binoculars. She zeros in on the
               show. She can't even see Starbucks anymore.



               INT. CWAL HQ FRONT LOBBY - DUSK

               The place is packed and all eyes are locked on the windows
               displaying the end times. Some of the CWALers click their
               weapons to kill-mode, as if it would make any difference.

                                   ARCTURUS
                         I'm not sure I like the idea of
                         putting all my eggs in one basket.

                                   MORPHER
                         Who you callin' an egg?

                                   LOTHOS
                         Yeah, and this is a coffee shop.
                         Not a basket. God.

                                   ARCTURUS
                         This is gonna suck.

               FAST MONTAGE SEQUENCE

               The demons close in. Gaval winces. Seraph takes a breath,
               grips a control device. The winged demons screech. They're
               falling at breakneck speeds.
               The demons on land leap from the ground, into the air, just
               yards from the HQ. Malice braces for her victory. Seraph
               punches a button on the control device.



               EXT. CWAL HQ FRONT LAWN

               The trim around the HQ erupts, water spewing in all
               directions like one, giant sheet. From the lawn, water sprays
               high into the air.

               The demons can't stop. Most of them are already in the midst
               of the rain and flood. The black shroud from the underworld
               glows red as the demons - in droves - ignite into hellacious
               flame, their screaming now indicating pain more than blood
               lust.

               The demons from the sky hit the sheet of water and pass
               through, flaking to the ground in ashes and dust. Nothing
               comes close.

               Gaval turns to Seraph one more time.

                                   GAVAL
                         A shit-load of holy-water and a
                         pressure hose, huh.

               Seraph looks to his silver pot. It's still not empty. They
               let the water run a bit longer for good measure.



               EXT. BLIZZARD HQ ROOF

               Malice lowers her binoculars in defeat.

                                   HEAD PROGRAMMER
                         Well, you said it would be fast.

                                   LEGION
                         We can replenish our forces. And
                         then we will launch another
                         assault.

                                   MALICE
                         And scream like a bunch of pussy
                         bitches in the shower again? I
                         think I'll pass.

                                   LEGION
                         But our agreement...

                                   MALICE
                         You'll serve another purpose. I
                         still have my own plans for CWAL.