BLACKNESS. VEKTOR (V.O.) The sea gets hungry at two hundred feet. Waves start chewing off bits of sun, pretty soon that blue ocean's gone one, big black shadow. DEEP IN THE MEDITERRANEAN SEA Five figures sink to the depths of the oceanlake. Pillars of light fade around them. They crawl down a majestic underwater cliff that looks to become more man-made as they travel. VEKTOR (V.O.) Angel was right. Crazies a long time ago carved into the rock, nothin' on the map. The cliff becomes one giant stone-carved mural of greek gods and columns that finally end at a sunken entrance. The characters swim in, passing large statues of the goddess Dione, her eyes shut and hands pressed at her side. She makes up the entire ledge. Lightsticks and an underwater flashlight illuminate the long hall to the sunken temple. Finally, they reach the end. Another bust of Dione greets them, her hands stretched over the portal to a dry interior. INT. TEMPLE OF DIONE - GRAND HALL The heroes swim up to the dry rock and crawl out of the entrance pool. They unload their packs, check their gear and weapons. Fearless notes several unloaded crates smothered in Blizzard logos. VEKTOR (V.O.) Cold Corps beat us to the punch. We went stealth. They'd no doubt gotten the sword already. We armed up for a fight. Several portals give options for Fearless' team to start away. But Cheetah's got a crude map. She points toward one of the portals. MISS CHEETAH OK, moment of truth. I didn't get a good chance to crack the mesh of nonsense code but I think what we want is that way. FEARLESS How far in? MISS CHEETAH Should be just a short hall and a room. I think? This place was meant as a glorified chamber. I don't know why there's so many rooms but they can't go too deep. FEARLESS Then we hole up here. One way in, one way out. If this place was booby-trapped, we'll let the blue coats do the Indiana Jonesing and we'll take the loot. Thunder? THUNDER Yo. FEARLESS Mount up in the pool. Heavy guns on the portal. Flush 'em out. Vektor, you got sticky hands. Ninja your way on the ceiling. Arch, you too. Archangel and Vektor nod. The winged sniper takes flight while the large gecko-man straps his guns to his back and crawls up the wall. FEARLESS (CONT'D) Patriot, you're with me. MISS CHEETAH What about me? Fearless and Patriot look her way. FEARLESS Right. Check the crates for any supplies they may have left behind. Cheetah nods, heads to one of the large crates. She peaks in. MISS CHEETAH It's empty. Fearless is right behind her. FEARLESS Swell. He shoves her. She trips and stumbles in. MISS CHEETAH Hey, what?! Fearless and Patriot close the lid and latch it shut. FEARLESS Sorry, babe. OK, Patriot... PATRIOT Heard you the first time. Point the way. Commotion. Blizzard goons are coming down the hall. Patriot and Fearless scramble. CUT TO Blizzard soldiers start out into the light of the grand hall. They're cutting up some nonsense and chuckling to themselves when one of them notices the crate is latched shut. He hears the cocking of Thunder's SAW. He hasn't any time to react to his buddies. VEKTOR (V.O.) The plan was simple-stupid. It focused on the staple use of the Cold Corps and exploited the shit out of it. Live fire target practice. BLIZZARD SOLDIER Oh shit. Thunder unloads on the hallway. 5.56mm rounds pound into flesh and stone. Four soldiers explode as they fall. The rest barely stumble for cover before Archangel descends on them, pounding at them with his rifle. One of the soldiers gets a clear shot, but Vektor tackles him from above and cuts his throat. It's a massacre. Several soldiers turn back for the hallway, but Patriot and Fearless have flanked them. They mow them down with sub machine gun fire. In seconds, the fire-fight is over. When the dust settles, everyone forms up, checks the bodies. Miss Cheatah pounds the crate in protest. MISS CHEETAH I don't care who's out there, lemme out! FEARLESS Archangel, go. Archangel swoops over to the crate, works at the locks. Finally the lid is open and Miss Cheatah is lunging out for air. MISS CHEETAH Fearless, you asshole! FEARLESS You're welcome. THUNDER Hey, chief. Take a look at this. Thunder's in the hallway. Fearless steps in behind him. They're looking at a crate on the floor. It's smaller than the others. They open it. Inside is a sword. But not like any of the sketches in Cheetah's book. Fearless lifts it into the air. A pink and white clouded marble hilt etched with brilliant gold dragons that swallow the butt of it as their tails coil around the guard supporting a finely polished, slender blade with perfect curve. ARCHANGEL Why are you holding a katana? FEARLESS It was in the box. ARCHANGEL Right. In a Greek temple. FEARLESS I didn't put it here. THUNDER Aphrodite did. Back when people still thought she was Dione. MISS CHEETAH Thunder, you brilliant stud. Of course! ARCHANGEL Clue me in? MISS CHEETAH Aphrodite was an import. Some skeptics argue she was brought from Asia to- FEARLESS Fuck it. Let's scram. We have an Irvine to save. Fearless and Archangel box the Katana and haul it out into the hall where Vektor and Patriot have...gone missing. FEARLESS (CONT'D) Now what? Miss Cheetah notices something on the ground. She kneels down to observe. It's a coin of some kind. Everyone else scatters the hall. ARCHANGEL I knew we couldn't trust them. FEARLESS Not the time, Angel. THUNDER I'm gettin' to feelin' it is. Archangel raises his rifle to ready. Fearless does the same. FEARLESS Veky? You here? Thunder's eyes roam. Vecktor drops behind him, quietly. The lizard-man stands, his pistol raised at Thunder. VEKTOR (V.O.) I did what you paid me to. Thunder turns to Vektor. His eyes go wide. Vektor smirks. He squeezes the trigger. MISS CHEETAH Hey, guys I think I found a- Miss Cheetah rises between Vektor and Thunder. BLAM! Everyone stops. Cheetah gasps. Drops the coin. Drops herself. VEKTOR (V.O.) But damn if it didn't go a bit sour at the start. VEKTOR Whoops. FEARLESS NO! Thunder and Fearless unload on Vektor's position. The gecko warrior darts furiously around the hall. Archangel swoops in and tackles him. The two roll in fierce combat. Thunder tries to get a beat but then he senses something to his side. Patriot hides in the shadows. He puts a dot on Thunder. Thunder spins his guns on the cyborg and the two go at it. Fearless drops beside Miss Cheetah. He cups her in his arms. FEARLESS (CONT'D) Cheetah, stay with me. MISS CHEETAH I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm s...I'm sorry! FEARLESS You shut the fuck up! Look at me, Dammit! Stay here! Open your eyes! Look at me-look at me! Vektor wedges his combat knife between him and Archangel. He cuts into Archangel's shoulder. The sniper grunts and throws Vektor across the room, into the stone wall. But he's been cut again. Clean across the throat. Vektor can hardly recover, but he doesn't have to. Archangel feels the red fluid rushing from his jugular. He wipes it as more begins to pour out of his mouth. He tries to gag, to cry, he falls. Dead. Thunder and Patriot pound bullets into each other. It's sloppy but it gets the job done. On both of them. Every circuit in Patriot's body ignites in fire and shrapnel. Thunder's flesh collapses from the depleted uranium pumped into him. He drops to his knees, the last of his magazine pounds wildly into the temple. Fearless is lost to it all. He fights his own vain battle to rescue his love. FEARLESS (CONT'D) Look at me. Baby look at me. MISS CHEETAH Fearless, I'm scared. FEARLESS It's going to be OK. Just keep your eyes on me. Her eyes shoot to him, pierce into his. For a moment, they lock. MISS CHEETAH But...I can't see you. He doesn't know what to say. MISS CHEETAH (CONT'D) Fearless, I...can't see you. Whe...where...did... And she's gone. Fearless loses himself in her dead stare. He starts to fall apart. Vektor stabs him in the back, tackles him to the ground. He stands. Fearless screams as Vektor yanks the knife from his back. VEKTOR (V.O.) She should have stayed in the box.
Fuck you! More commotion. The two opponents look to another of the portals. Out of it struts three Blizzard guards and an oblivious LAB COAT GUY. LAB COAT GUY I told you, there IS no other way out. But nobody ever listens to... (noticing the CWAL chaos) Aw shit. Blizzard soldiers engage Fearless and Vektor. Fearless can only roll behind some crates. Vektor takes off into one of the hallways. His bullets spraying into the Lab Coat Guy and one of the guards. VEKTOR (V.O.) I let him deal with the others. I figured they'd either do him in or he'd expend his ammunition on them. Either way, I'd mop up. But the man was relentless. INT. TEMPLE OF DIONE - DARK HALLWAY After several bursts of gunfire and a couple of screams, Fearless stumbles into the hallway. His gun leading the way. FEARLESS VEKTOR! YOU COWARD! COME OUT! He fires a few bursts into the hallway as he moves down it. FEARLESS (CONT'D) VEKTOR! LET'S GO YOU AND ME! Another burst strobes him and the hallway. Bullets clang on the rock floor. FEARLESS (CONT'D) (sobbing) You and me, you motherless sack of shit. You and me. Fearless wipes his tears. Screams and fires some more. Through the strobe of his gun, we can see Vektor slink down the wall behind him, a predator closing in. And as he brandishes his blood-soaked battle knife, Fearless' gun runs dry with the click of an empty magazine. He realizes it too late. VEKTOR (V.O.) I gotta hand it to the man. He didn't squeak once when I gutted him. INT. PHASMUS & CO CORPORATE HEADQUARTERS - PHASMUS'S OFFICE Vektor comes through on a fuzzy flat panel. Phasmus stands in front of it. One of his minions, Maggott, broods behind him. PHASMUS The resources expended in this operation border on unacceptable. You have, however, performed as directed. You will be reimbursed accordingly. VEKTOR What you want me to do with the piece? PHASMUS You will bring it to me, immediately. Will you have access to CARV's submarine? VEKTOR Far as I know. They all think it was a Blizzard ambush. Unpleasant cost of war and all. PHASMUS Excellent. Then there is no reason to delay the delivery. Time is money. Your money, in this case. INT. CARV SUBMARINE Vektor's image is projected on a flat panel connected to two wires that fall down along the wall and across the floor to a chair where Archangel sits. At the end of the wires are round suction cups pressed against his temples. With his eyes closed, he mutters: ARCHANGEL You got it. Vektor, out. Thunder steps up to the flat panel. He turns off the monitor. Archangel comes to as Fearless removes the wires from his headgear. FEARLESS Are all of you ghosts psychic? ARCHANGEL Can't be a ghost without it. THUNDER Lucky us. ARCHANGEL Sure. Thunder slinks out of the room. Fearless holds the katana up into the light of the cabin and examines it. FEARLESS So this is what Phasmus would kill a CWALer for. ARCHANGEL He'd kill us for what came with it. The man would stab you in the back for a ripped Coldplay CD-R. (beat) I'm sorry about Cheetah. FEARLESS It couldn't be stopped. Archangel nods. Turns to leave. FEARLESS (CONT'D) Hey. Fearless tosses him the coin Miss Cheetah had found on the floor. FEARLESS (CONT'D) She'd have wanted you to have it. ARCHANGEL Doubtful, but I'll spend it smart like. FEARLESS Think he bought it? ARCHANGEL Dunno. We'll find out. Archangel leaves. Fearless turns to the sword. He drops it back in the crate. He sits. Pulls out a pocket picture of him and Miss Cheetah kissing beneath the Eiffel Tower. On the bottom is written "Honeymoon - Dec. 2012" INT. PHASMUS & CO CORPORATE HEADQUARTERS - PHASMUS'S OFFICE Phasmus turns from his monitor. MAGGOTT (murrr murrrr ghh) You don't trust your eyes. PHASMUS Trust is irrelevant. I have invested far too much to risk failure on the assumption of CWAL's continued obliviousness. I must assume our employee has been compromised. MAGGOTT (gghhhh duuuh mrrrrmrr?) What will you do? PHASMUS Opposition is now assumed. Liquidation is the only recourse. Once the risk level is thereby reduced, we will proceed with our transaction. MAGGOTT (mrrrrrrrrrrrr) You planned to kill Vektor anyway. PHASMUS As you well know, killing is not what we are about here. But it is true, I had not foreseen any future for Vektor as a sentient, metabolism encumbered being after this operation. We are coming to an end of our societal coexistence with the living. It is only fair that our most stalwart contractors enjoy an early introduction to the new business model. The zombie saunters off. Phasmus turns to his desk and flips open a book, Bushido: The Way of the Samurai by Tsunetomo Yamamoto. INT. BLIZZARD HEADQUARTERS - MALICE'S OFFICE Malice sits at a bullet-riddled desk, a phone pressed against her ear. MALICE That lab rat hasn't raised the signal. I have to assume we're going without the plan and that CWAL possibly has hold of the blade. (beat) Of course not. I have you after all. The Head Programmer steps into the office. He heard everything coming in. Malice gives him a glare before going back to her conversation. MALICE (CONT'D) Are you? (beat) Good. Then nothing's changed. I'll see you soon. (beat) (smirks) You have no idea. She puts the phone down. Turns to the Head Programmer. HEAD PROGRAMMER Who was that? MALICE An ally. I have a mission for you. Take the tin cans and hit up the school district. Legion hasn't phoned in. I don't like all the silence and I don't want him getting all comfy just because he butchered his own on that water park blitz. We need all our guns primed for the next offensive. HEAD PROGRAMMER Which is? MALICE When I decide you need to know, I'll fucking tell you. Now fuck off and do what I fucking tell you before I decide to toss you with your fuck buddy CEO and his two squirmy bitches. The Head Programmer tenses. Bites his tongue. MALICE (CONT'D) Leave. Bye! He turns out the door. Malice watches him go before putting the phone back to her ear. MALICE (CONT'D) Christ. Where was I? Oh yes, I miss you. I miss the shit out of you. EXT. PARKING LOT - SOMEWHERE ELSE, FAR OFF - AFTERNOON In a distant and much more peaceful land, several SUVs are gathered at the front of a giant building who's name is just out of our sight. Several men in uniform rummage through backpacks and arm submachine guns and other combat gear. In front of them, a cell phone pressed against his ear, is a very familiar one-winged angel. His long, white hair clearing whatever doubt we might have had. He is SEPHROTH. SEPHROTH And I miss you. We'll be together soon. He hangs up the phone and turns to one of the uniformed men. SEPHROTH (CONT'D) Let's go.