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SYPHON FILTER FADE IN SOUTH AMERICA, RHOEMER'S JUNGLE LAB EXT. DAY, SOUTH AMERICAN JUNGLE, DAY The lush South American Jungle. Exotic animals, vines, trees. Then, metal structures. An elaborate and expensive jungle laboratory/compound. The base is very large, with a techno-organic feel. Six lab-houses, a corridor armed with gun-cams, various patrolling guards, opposite look-out points. Something's going on here... INT. LAB HOUSE #1 Inside, ERICH RHOEMER and PROFESSOR YOHANNES, stand by a computer that is displaying a DNA strand, various bits of computer data. Yohannes, typical professor, talks to Rhoemer, tanned with a face that'd make lions cower. He listens as the scientist explains. YOHANNES The virus is nearly complete. This is, without a doubt, my finest creation. Perfection. RHOEMER (smiling) Show me. YOHANNES Very well, say you wanted to kill...60 Tibetan monks with Typhoid Fever within five days. (punches keys) Just for fun, we'll target the brown- eyed members. The scientist punches in a combination. The computer displays two separate images, one reading "alpha strain" and the other, "modified alpha strain". The two strains then merge, creating a new image- "Genetic variant strain, numerical value-60, recessive gene trait-Type 2-strain selected, Typhoid Fever, ready for use." The scientist looks at Rhoemer for approval, he gets it. RHOEMER Excellent work, Doctor. You will be a very rich man, and the architect of the future. YOHANNES The money is of no matter to me now. My life's work is nearly completed. RHOEMER (pleased and surprised) I admire that trait, professor. One should never use money as the measure of his success. There are alternate ways to gauge one's achievements... Rhoemer walks to a desk-phone, Yohannes calls him out again. YOHANNES One more thing. I'll need more genetic coding data to finish the final sequence. RHOEMER You will encounter no difficulty there, Professor. We will soon have access to that information. YOHANNES I would advise testing it as well. RHOEMER Agreed. I believe your example will suit a test site nicely. (sinister grin) Send the sequences to my base, and scrub the hard drive. We leave in twenty minutes. Professor Yohannes sits down at the computer. Rhoemer picks up the phone, hits a button. It rings. RHOEMER Now to take care of a final matter... FEMALE VOICE(VO) Yes? RHOEMER Mara, get Ellis-I wish to see him immediately. Yes, it is done--tell everyone else to pack up, we have a 20-minute deadline. Rhoemer out. A man dressed in jungle fatigues, shades, DANIEL ELLIS, spies on Rhoemer's location. He lip-reads the words from Rhoemer, runs to a radio. INT. LAB HOUSE #2 He scans the frequencies fast--not much time. ELLIS Come on... Daniel reaches the frequency, starts talking. ELLIS Benton, this is Ellis, soup is hot and ready to go! Repeat. Soup is hot and ready to go. Requesting evac, over? Static. Ellis frantically adjusts the controls but the signal is lost. Footsteps. Someone's approaching. He scrambles the radio. ELLIS Shit... A red-haired woman walks in, MARA ARAMOV, beautiful in fatigues, lethal with her handgun. She gives Ellis a half-lustful look. ARAMOV (Russian Accent) Daniel? Rhoemer wants to see you immediately. (notices radio scrambled) What were you doing? ELLIS Oh...Just checking in with the perimeter. ARAMOV (look of suspicion) Very well. Let's go. ELLIS Fine, I'm coming. Ellis grabs his bag, goes to the door. Mara turns on the radio, sees the frequency. ARAMOV (questioning) What is this frequency? ELLIS Damn, you're paranoid. It's to the opposite outpost. Come on, I've been here for what? Six months! And you still don't trust me? (fake charm, smiles) Baby, could I lie to you? Ellis' voice is cool, but he sweats. Mara looks at him, she knows something's amiss, but lets it go. ARAMOV Fine, I didn't know the frequency had changed again. Come on, Rhoemer wants to see you. They walk out. INT. MAIN LAB HOUSE Ellis and Mara enter through a side office. Rhoemer sits behind a desk, looking calm. He sees his friends, rises, hugs Ellis. RHOEMER We are almost finished kamerad. The virus is the ultimate bio-weapon and merely the beginning of my grand vision. You are invaluable to me, Ellis.... ELLIS (curious) Thank you. RHOEMER However, there is a slight problem that came to my attention a short while ago. ELLIS What is it? Rhoemer walks to the computer, pulls up all the audio files. RHOEMER Remember the audio-tracking system you proposed? Well, I had Kravich install it three months ago. I believe I forgot to tell everyone. But, you'll never guess what I heard a few minutes ago. "Play". A recording of Ellis sending the last message plays. His cover's blown. Mara, angry, puts her gun to Ellis' head. He becomes stubborn, frightful. End of the road. RHOEMER Funny that your end would come like this. And this was merely added evidence towards you. ELLIS (shocked) What? RHOEMER A shame that you'll never know, eh? However, you have forced me to speed up my timetable. Logan is surely on his way, but he won't be here fast enough for you. Mara scornfully looks at Ellis one last time. ARAMOV (to Ellis) Since we're revealing secrets, size does matter. Ellis laughs. ELLIS Mara, a crater is a tighter fit than you. Damn. Mara didn't like that. RHOEMER (cold & brutal, to Mara) Bring him to the helipad. Mara takes him out of the room. A man in full body- armor, boots, welding mask busts past her--ANTON GIRDEAUX. He raises the mask, his face embodies French arrogance. GIRDEAUX (heavy French accent) The packages have been moved, everything is ready. What next? Rhoemer smirks at his lieutenant. RHOEMER We get to have some fun. Girdeaux's eyes harden. EXT. ONE MILE FROM JUNGLE BASE ENTRANCE As Rhoemer suspected, two people in jungle fatigues have landed at the outside of his camp. The first agent, GABRIEL LOGAN, loads a 9mm. He looks at the second agent, LIAN XING, with her combat shotgun. She loads it; she handled this type of gun before. LOGAN Ready? XING Always. Gabe puts his hand to his earpiece. LOGAN Benton, this is Logan, Lian and I have landed safely. We're about 200 yards from Ellis' position. With some static in the background, he receives instructions. BENTON(VO) Rendezvous with Ellis and call for pick-up. LOGAN Got it, out. (to Lian) Let's get dirty. They navigate towards the camp, cautious of traps. Lian is about to take a step forward when Gabe stops her. He senses something. LOGAN Be careful. This feels wrong... XING (looking at mini-GPS readout) The thermals on this place are off the charts. Let's go in closer. The two agents move in, taking cover behind the vegetation. Gabe pulls out a scope, zooms in on the base. EXT. JUNGLE BASE ENTRANCE Men with machine guns set fire to various greenhouses. LOGAN That explains the thermals...they're trying to cover up something. Turning his scope, Gabe sees five bound workers, one guard. The guard looks unaware. He hands Lian the scope, cocks the 9mm. LOGAN (quietly) Shit. (aiming 9mm) He's going to kill the workers. Not today... All of a sudden, Lian taps him. XING Negative. Look. Gabe lowers his gun, looks again. He sees his first target, Girdeaux, walk up, stop at the workers. EXT. WORKER AREA Girdeaux lifts his gun at the terrified workers. GIRDEAUX Do not scared, mis compadres, Rhoemer has ordered me to release you all. GUARD #1 What? GIRDEAUX Do as I say! The guard takes a machete from his back, cuts the ropes. GIRDEAUX (in Spanish) Sus Libertad! You are free! The workers cannot believe it! They smile, start to leave. The second they're turned around, Girdeaux calmly kills them. Never believe a henchman. Gabe sees this, lowers the scope, clenched fists. GIRDEAUX (to guard) That...was beautiful. The two men move out towards the back of the base. EXT. JUNGLE BASE ENTRANCE Gabe watches them leave, then motions for Lian to go. He follows. Stops. Hears a low *mmmmm*. LOGAN Wait. He picks up a stick, tosses it into the entrance. It's shot to pieces by a laser. XING Perfect. Gun-cams. Got a- LOGAN (pulls out a chaff grenade) Right here. On three. 1...2...3! He throws the grenade, it explodes on impact. Thousands of bright particles surround the air, causing the gun-cams to malfunction. They run inside to survey the area. EXT. JUNGLE BASE AREA The base burns. Gabe is frustrated--there's nothing here. No men, no evidence, no Ellis. LOGAN Where is he? These are the coordinates Ellis sent... EXT. HELIPAD Rhoemer and Mara are in front of a chopper. Ellis is on his knees, Mara's gun to his head. ARAMOV This is the proper position, is it not my love? RHOEMER Finish him and let's move. ARAMOV With pleasure! One shot. *BLAM* EXT. JUNGLE BASE AREA Both agents hear, rush to the noise. As they run, Lian sees a chopper flying overhead. They run through the deserted Jungle Lab area to a Helipad. EXT. HELIPAD They find Ellis with a bullet wound to the head. Gabe leans down, recognizing his friend. XING My god, Is that--? LOGAN (regretful) Yes, it's Ellis. Executed.... Gabe has a look of sorrow, then vengeance on his face. He closes Ellis' eyelids. Lian watches, Gabe stands. They both walk back to the Jungle Lab area silently. EXT. BURNING JUNGLE LAB HOUSES Lian walks into one of the burnt-out lab houses while Gabe observes the area. XING (looking around) There's nothing left to even salvage here. I don't know what they were growing, but it wasn't narcotics... LOGAN (thinking) Shit. Rhoemer knew we were coming, Lian. XING What now? LOGAN We keep our eyes peeled for some kind of outbreak. Call for evac. Lian calls for their transport. XING This is Agent Xing, authorization code 6880, requesting pickup. (pauses) Negative, just two. Out. They move to the rendezvous point. FADE OUT AGENCY HEADQUARTERS, WASHINGTON D.C. INT. AGENCY HEADQUARTERS, NIGHT A state of the art facility, complete with computers, scientists, researchers, the whole nine. The bodyguards walk around stone-faced, carrying silenced HK-5's and M-16's. One office is more guarded than the others. INT. AGENCY HEADQUARTERS-MARKINSON' OFFICE A man with a black suit, shades, THOMAS MARKINSON. He and Lian stand and discuss the botched raid. XING As you can see from these specs sir, Rhoemer was working on something. I'm not sure what it was, definitely not drug-related. MARKINSON Damn. He beat us on this one, Lian. Markinson sits. MARKINSON Anyhow, we'll discuss this further when Logan and Benton get here. How is he? Lian hesitates for a moment, then speaks. XING As well as can be expected, sir. You know how close he and Ellis were. MARKINSON I see. Do you believe this will impair his judgment or limit his abilities? XING No, and even if it did, he'd still accomplish the mission. Markinson nods. MARKINSON Good. Angry? XING Mad enough to take out an army of terrorists. MARKINSON Hmm...well, you've got to calm him down, then, don't you. XING Absolutely. Lian's face expresses friendship and...some amount of lust. Markinson catches it. MARKINSON (smirking) I can see you will have no difficulty with this assignment. Lian blushes, returns to normal. The computer alerts Markinson to two visitors. VOICE Edward Benton, Agency Director and Commander Gabriel Logan requesting access. MARKINSON Granted, send them in. EDWARD BENTON, a tall black man with glasses, gives Gabe an operations update. BENTON --Number of foreign nationals getting into our country the last few weeks, despite the heightened security. LOGAN Sounds like something big is happening. It has to be Rhoemer. Gabe sees Lian and Markinson. MARKINSON Agent Logan. LOGAN Markinson. MARKINSON Logan, Lian's told me what we have. LOGAN Yea, thighs and wings, but no chicken. BENTON That's right. LOGAN (to Lian) Hmm...there was nothing in those files you retrieved? MARKINSON We're still decoding the information. What are you thinking Logan? LOGAN Thinking that you should've kept him on a tighter leash. Markinson looks over at him, curious. BENTON What the hell are you talking about? He was given the same license as you are. Him going rogue couldn't be seen. Gabe has heard this before, but it doesn't matter. LOGAN Yea, right up to the moment where he wiped out the rest of his team and disappeared with fifty million in drug money two years ago. Lian concurs. XING Enough to hire his team and start his own campaign of terrorism. MARKINSON Our first decent lead since London and we get a donut. (to Benton) Go find him, Ed. Now! Benton exits. Markinson looks at Logan, pacing. MARKINSON Logan, has Ellis' death affected you? We know what losing someone can do to you. Do you still feel up to the challenge? While Markinson speaks, Gabe remembers the rifle range, double dates, bars...until... XING (shouting) Logan! He looks up; face remorseful, but determined. LOGAN Yes. I'm up for it. This time Rhoemer...is mine. Markinson's phone rings. He answers. he eyes widen, shocked at something. He gets off and immediately tells Gabe and Lian. MARKINSON That was CBDC. An unknown virus has obliterated an entire village in Tibet. The officials there say it's unlike anything they've ever seen. You two are going in to check it out-- this may be one of Rhoemer's tests. XING Let's move, we probably don't have much time. Lian exits the room. Gabe begins to leave, Markinson stops him. MARKINSON Agent Logan, hold your temper. LOGAN Of course. Gabe exits the room, slams the door. Markinson laughs once, then presses a button on his desk. Seconds later, a well-dressed MAN emerges from behind the wall. MAN Just the necessities. Very good. MARKINSON (looking at satellite photos) Thank you. This shows the infected area. (points to an are on the map) Logan is my best agent; he has the highest level of training and years of field experience. What do you want to do? MAN (stern, cautious) Nothing. We will wait and see what he can discover. Proceed as planned. DECIMATED VILLAGE EXT. DOMOND, TIBET, DAY A helicopter flies slowly through heavy snow. It comes to an area where various CBDC(U.S. Chemical & Biological Defense Command) personnel are. They're in biohazard suits, running around frantically taking data, checking bodies. INT. HELICOPTER Gabe and Lian in arctic biohazard gear, ready for the unknown. XING You gonna be okay? LOGAN I'll be fine, stop worrying mom. Lian smiles and flips him off, the helicopter lands. The PILOT gives them instructions. PILOT You've got 20 minutes. LOGAN Give it a rest. We'll be back. Gabe and Lian hop out. EXT. DECIMATED VILLAGE The lead official, INSPECTOR SOLOMON, sees new faces, walks up to them. INSPECTOR SOLOMON Who are you? LOGAN I'm Sergeant Miller, and this is my partner-Viola Choir. Lian flashes a smile, walks away. Gabe takes the man aside. INSPECTOR SOLOMON (curious) What organization are you from? LOGAN Bio-weapons, U.S. army. We're going to look around some, feel free to ignore us. The Inspector's curious, but Sergeant Miller walks away. He follows to question further, but a man runs up to him carrying papers. Gabe walks over to Lian is, stands by her side. XING Why? There's nothing special about this place, it's just- LOGAN An innocent village. There's his reason, Lian. This is the last fucking straw. The agents separate. Gabe questions an official. EXT. SNOWY HILL On a small snowy hill, Lian examines a body. She leans over, then she gets excited. She shouts over to Gabe. XING (shouts) Logan, come here! Gabe runs over, kneels down next to Lian. LOGAN I've just talked to the supervisor. Almost everyone within a 5-mile radius is dead. At least five days. They don't know by what, but it was fast- XING Logan, this man isn't dead! Help me move him! Gabe, astonished, helps Lian move him to a tent. INT. TENT Many doctors begin their examination. One DOCTOR notices something. DOCTOR Blue eyes. That's strange for a monk. Gabe and Lian step outside. EXT. TENT ENTRANCE LOGAN Lian, you said this man was still alive? How is that possible? XING It's not. The Pilot runs up to them. PILOT (shouts) Sir, Markinson's ordered an immediate retrieval! Code: Tainted Soil! Gabe reacts instantly to what he says, both agents run towards the chopper. LOGAN SHIT! Let's go Lian! They board the chopper. INT. HELICOPTER During take off, Lian turns to Gabe. XING Who do you think it could be? LOGAN An act of terrorist aggression on U.S. soil? Guess. XING Shit...I hope we're not too late. LOGAN (grim) So do I. The helicopter takes off with a flash. RHOEMER DC ASSAULT EXT. GEORGIA AVENUE, DUSK The bustling D.C. street is live at rush hour. People walk around, laughing, enjoying the nice summer day. Some people notice a MAN in a long trench coat. Must be cold. The Man walks into MIGUEL'S, a local hangout by a subway. INT. MIGUEL'S The huge, spacious bar has an east coast, lower echelon feel. The Man, LIONEL KRAVICH, walks to the back. Six men with three oversized suitcases sit at a table. Some action goes on around them, a patrons accidentally kicks one the suitcases. One of the men is not pleased. DRUNK MAN Sorry buddy! (noticing suitcases) Going on a trip? TERRORIST #1 No. But if you touch my suitcase again, you'll have a one-way ticket to hell. DRUNK MAN Easy buddy, I'm Catholic... The drunk man stumbles off. They all are calm, Kravich waits for something. His watch goes off. KRAVICH Secure the bar. The men move, two go to the front and back, two remain at the table for a moment. KRAVICH All systems check...The com-link is up...call him. TERRORIST #2 (pulls out cell phone) Got it. (to phone) Sir, we are ready and in place. INT. CROWDED SUBWAY--RUSH HOUR Another trench coat talks in to his cell phone. He turns around. Rhoemer. He nods to a another man across the terminal. The man sees the signal, nods to thirty of his comrades. A couple of people notice, look on nervously. This can't be happening... They all stand. Five of the men pull out assault rifles, fire into the air. People scream in terror. Time to leave! They pour out of the subway. INT. MIGUEL'S People see the exodus from the subway, look on with dread. The TV shows a CNN special report bulletin. Anchorman RONNIE DIXON is live. RONNIE DIXON Ladies and Gentlemen, we interrupt our regular programming to bring you this breaking story. We have received this video from renegade U.S. agent Erich Rhoemer. Some people exit the bar, while others watch. Kravich's men are in position. RONNIE DIXON (con't) Many top CIA officials thought him dead after the disastrous hijacking of British Airways Flight 332, obviously proved otherwise now. Here is the video. RHOEMER (VIDEO) Hello Washington D.C., I am Erich Rhoemer. I am called many other things by your media, but I don't believe in keeping a publicist. Kravich's men fire in the air. The bar empties faster than a free buffet. The TV doesn't notice, keeps broadcasting. RHOEMER I possess a weapon that will lead us into the future. What kind of future depends on the actions of my former employers. Unless the amount of one hundred billion dollars is transferred to the accounts numbers I provided in five hours time, these will detonate. He motions to a large bomb, along with 4 smaller ones. RHOEMER There are enough viral antigens in this bomb to kill everyone within a 100-mile radius. Needless to say, the death toll will be... (smiles) ...catastrophic...and not entirely unfortunate. I hope your government will comply. (begins to fade out) A new age is upon us! INT. SUBWAY LOWER LEVEL While Rhoemer talks, his troops set up camp in the now-deserted subway and adjoining tunnels. In teams of two, the men program mini-viral bombs, set them for five hours. INT. BANK BUILDING A traditional bank. Three men inside arm a bomb. TERRORIST Nichol, we are in a bank. Why not take advantage of it? NICHOL No. That is not the plan. He would have us shot. TERRORIST You are right, Nichol. I wonder how Herr Girdeaux is faring? EXT. WASHINGTON PARK Washington Park is beautiful on a hot summer day. Not for long. Forty-five of Rhoemer's men storm the park in a perfectly timed ambush. Climbing over walls, coming out of bathrooms, his men are everywhere! Girdeaux leads them, wielding his flame-thrower, machine gun. They think Washington Park is a gunnery range, with officers as targets. The terrorists rarely miss. Within seconds, the park is theirs. At two locations, they set up mini-viral bombs in the park. Girdeaux is inside Freedom Memorial to guard the main viral bomb, when JORGE MARCOS runs in. Latin, brown jacket, looks worried. MARCOS (bated breath, Spanish accent) Anton, We have a problem! The police have begun to counter-attack! They have already killed at least six of our men! A smirk appears on the Frenchman's face. He stands, lifts his flame-thrower. GIRDEAUX (putting on face-mask) I shall be a good sport and go play with these children. Where are they? MARCOS At the main gate! GIRDEAUX Recall your men to the area of the first bomb, and tell them do not approach. I will handle these idiots...it is time for America to know why I am called the Red Baron! Girdeaux slams a fresh clip into his gun. EXT. WASHINGTON PARK MAIN GATE, NIGHT A large brick and concrete wall surrounds the entrance. A group of police and two swat teams move towards the gate. The S.W.A.T. CAPTAIN spots a shadow atop a stone pillar. Girdeaux. Mask down, itchy trigger fingers. The S.W.A.T. teams cock their weapons. S.W.A.T. CAPTAIN You! On the ground NOW! S.W.A.T. TEAM MEMBER #2 Do it, asshole! S.W.A.T. TEAM MEMBER #3 Don't be stupid! Girdeaux looks at his opposition, readies his gun. GIRDEAUX (shouts) I will give you ten seconds to leave with your lives! The police look at him with curiosity, then anger. Who does this guy think he is? S.W.A.T. CAPTAIN He's not moving! Drop him! The SWAT team members and police fire. The bullets bounce off of Girdeaux. GIRDEAUX (enraged) Fools! He fires his machine gun, scatters the cops, killing four. He puts his gun away, unleashes his flame- thrower. The cops fire back at him-no effect. Girdeaux laughs, jumps down to the ground, fires his flame-thrower in all directions. The Red Baron alternates between the gun and flame- thrower, annihilating his foes. Immune to bullets, perfect aim, one cop knows who he is. COP It's the Terminator! Girdeaux sees him, decides on the gun. GIRDEAUX Having fun yet?! (laughs maniacally) One SWAT member gets close to Girdeaux, jumps to tackle him. He kicks him the chest. The man, stunned, struggles to his feet. A cloud of flame engulfs him. GIRDEAUX You're fired!! The one-man war continues. More men fall from the barrage. Girdeaux puts away the weapons. He wants to feel a neck break. An officer kicks Girdeaux from the back. He turns around, annoyed. GIRDEAUX Next time, run. Girdeaux punches him in the chest, the cop crumbles to his knees. A swift kick to his neck-*SNAP*, one cop left. The last cop. He fires until-*CLICK*-nothing left. Girdeaux stops in his tracks, readies his flame- thrower. GIRDEAUX Au revoir! A pillar of fire reflects from the cops eyes. FADE OUT TO A LIT MATCH Being held by Markinson, who's lighting his pipe. INT. AGENCY HEADQUARTERS-MARKINSON' OFFICE Benton, Gabe, Markinson and Lian all talk. On-screen, reconnaissance photos of the area scroll across; while the computer voice announces updates. Gabe, Lian and Benton are in urban combat gear, while Markinson has on his trademark black suit. The two agents take in the scenery, while Benton gives mission parameters. Markinson looks highly upset that their intelligence was fooled. BENTON They are heavily armed, expect every kind of heavy weapon you can think of- MAKS', AK-47's, possibly some K3G4's. It won't be easy. LOGAN (sarcastic) Just perfect. At least you found him. Benton shoots Logan a cold stare, he returns it. Markinson intercedes. MARKINSON There are at least 75 terrorists between the main viral bomb and their communications link base. We got this from the subway security monitors. The terrorists have one bomb set up. Gabe and Lian take notes on the area, preparing for the battle ahead. LOGAN (looking at screen) This doesn't make sense. Why hasn't he shown up again to ask for his demands? Remember London? He always has another plan in mind. BENTON Worry about that later, you have a deadline to meet. The President is spooked enough to pay him. LOGAN You're kidding. BENTON (slight smile) Nope. Air Force One is airborne now. (notices Xing looking at the screen) Lian? On-screen, Kravich walks behind Mara and Rhoemer. XING (points to Kravich) Who's that following Mara and Rhoemer? BENTON That's Lionel Kravich, his technological expert. Gabe recognizes the name. LOGAN Sergio's son? Terrorism must run in the family. BENTON Not surprising. He's set-up a main communication array in Washington Park. We assume there's a back up, location unknown. (looks toward Logan) I guess I owe you an apology. Maybe if you get through this mission, I'll give it to you. Gabe doesn't care. LOGAN When does the operation begin? BENTON Immediately. CBDC is already on search and diffuse, I'm sending Jensen to lead the park operation. You're our trigger. MARKINSON The targets are Girdeaux, Kravich, Mara and Rhoemer. You also must protect any CBDC agent trying to diffuse a viral bomb. We believe there are at least three, maybe more. BENTON (points to Lian) You're tech support as usual. Use the agency's dedicated frequency for all updates. The photos continue to scroll, There's commotion outside as the Agency goes into overdrive. Benton continues. BENTON Jensen's team moves in 20 minutes. We got a report that two SWAT teams and 20 police officers were wiped out earlier. It was Girdeaux. LOGAN Shit...what about Rhoemer? BENTON That subway video is an hour old, he might be gone- Gabe knows better. LOGAN No. He wants his money or death. He'll be around, somewhere. BENTON I'm going to Mount Weather. Good luck, people. He leaves. LOGAN He's definitely out of harm's way. MARKINSON Focus, agent Logan. We have full jurisdiction for this operation. Both the FEMA units and the CBDC agents, that's why Benton's leaving. LOGAN I'm ready. Do the locals know what they're dealing with? MARKINSON They do now. INT. HELICOPTER A black helicopter flies Gabe and Lian to the strike zone, a.k.a. Georgia Avenue. Gabe has his standard equipment, Lian checks their com-link. Below, CBDC agents wear biohazard suits, battling the terrorists to a standstill. The clock's ticking... XING Ok. I'm your tech support. You ready? LOGAN Always. Drop me in. PILOT Good luck. Gabe smirks. LOGAN Thanks, but I prefer skill. I'll see you when it's over. He finds a spot to hover, Gabe cocks his silenced 9mm pistol, checks his earpiece, jumps out of the chopper. GEORGIA AVENUE EXT. GEORGIA AVENUE He lands, the chopper takes off. Showtime. Firefights pierce his ears from all directions. Many terrorists scream phrases in German and Russian. Bullets *ZING* everywhere, a police car explodes in the distance. Gabe begins to run over, is stopped by CBDC AGENT CARTER. He drops three terrorists with body shots, takes cover while Agent Carter updates him. AGENT CARTER (shouting) Logan! We need help and bad! (pulls out a viral locator) There's a viral bomb two blocks east that we can't get to, another in the subway. But that's not the strange thing! More terrorists appear, fire at their position. Gabe returns fire, turns to Carter. LOGAN What is it? AGENT CARTER (pointing to MIGUEL'S) That area is heavily guarded for some reason, any thoughts? LOGAN I'll worry about it later, let's go. You have a bomb to diffuse! Agent Carter grits his teeth. AGENT CARTER Ok. I'm ready. Gabe doesn't respond, looks at the Carter's viral detector. He returns fire, goes into an alley. Carter follows closely, fires for cover. EXT. GEORGIA AVENUE SIDE STREET The end of the alley, they're on an open street. A firefight's around the corner. They run towards it, shots rain down from the rooftops. Gabe spots three. He pushes the agent into a crevice. LOGAN Be right back. He runs into the street. He fires at two, tosses a grenade at their location. He rolls into a crouch behind a garbage can. The explosion sends them flying over the edge. The third terrorist sees his comrades go down, stands up firing. TERRORIST #3 Di--! He is cut off as Gabe shoots him between the eyes. LOGAN You first. (motioning to Agent Carter) Move! Agent Carter hears runs behind Gabe. They turn the corner. Three terrorists besting two CBDC agents behind two cars. A fourth terrorist is on the rooftop with a rocket launcher. Gabe yells. LOGAN Shit! Look out! The CBDC agents don't hear him. The terrorist fires with devastating results. The two cars explode, taking the agents with them. The terrorists turn their attention towards Gabe and Agent Carter, firing wildly. Gabe pulls out a device that looks like a mini-disc recorder. AGENT CARTER This is no time for music! He presses a button. A holographic image of Gabe appears, runs out in the street, fires. All the terrorists fire at the hologram. Gabe rolls out, kills them with bullet rhythm, one-two-three. They run into the bank. INT. BANK BUILDING The remnants of a fierce firefight, bodies and bullet holes. Gabe and Carter run onto the main floor. The viral locator indicates the bomb is behind a large pillar. Gabe doesn't notice the corridor to the left, where two feet step out of view. AGENT CARTER There it is, I'll handle this. LOGAN Got it. Hurry up. Agent Carter diffuses the bomb, Gabe senses something isn't right. He looks around, finds some blood, realizes where the terrorist is. Gabe runs out, as the terrorist appears behind Carter. He stands up, unaware of the assassin behind him. AGENT CARTER Bomb diffused! Let's go--uhhh! Agent Carter drops to the floor, shot in the heart. Gabe returns fire, rushes over to shaking Carter. LOGAN Carter! Are you hurt badly? (Checks his wound) Damn. AGENT CARTER (hoarse) I'm...going to die, aren't I? Gabe is silent. AGENT CARTER You'll have to locate the bombs, now...take this. (hands him the viral locator) Just use this near the bomb, and it will send a signal out to the nearest CBDC agent. They'll know what, (coughs) to do...uhhh.... Agent Carter dies in his arms. Gabe closes his eyelids, takes the locator, exits. While running back towards Miguel's, Lian calls him. EXT. GEORGIA AVENUE ALLEY XING(V.O.) Logan, are you there? Come in. LOGAN I'm here Lian. One bomb down. XING Copy that. Be ready for anything, Markinson says that FEMA is scrambling emergency personnel the strike zone, so expect some kind of reinforcements. You'll still have to protect the agents though. LOGAN Done. Any word on Rhoemer? XING Not yet. Xing out. LOGAN Copy. Gabe runs back towards MIGUEL'S. He rounds the corner, three terrorists wait for him. They fire immediately. He takes cover, gets an idea. The terrorists move in, thinking he's still there. As they close the distance, a nearby terrace shakes. The men ignore it. When they get to the spot, a grenade's waiting for them. TERRORIST ACH! Around the corner, Gabe hears the explosion, smiles. MIGUEL'S straight ahead. EXT. MIGUEL'S ENTRANCE He runs in, hears interference. XING(VO) Logan? I'm getting interference, but there's no detectable electronics in the area. LOGAN (whispering) It's Kravich. Radio silence--now. Gabe enters the bar. INT. MIGUEL'S HALLWAY He sneaks around several corners. Two men are in the area. He holsters his 9mm, pulls out a taser instead. One of the men walks towards him. He stops for a moment to light a cigarette. Gabe creeps behind the man. The smoker turns, Gabe puts the taser in his chest. LOGAN Those things will kill ya. The lit cigarette falls to the ground, Gabe sneaks on. At the end of the corridor, a gruff voice talks to two men. INT. MIGUEL'S MAIN ROOM An elegant room with tables and bar. Three terrorists surround a miniature satellite dish. Kravich gives final instructions. KRAVICH I'm going to the subway to supervise operations with Rhoemer. I've already sent the codes, so just make sure it's undamaged. Gabe, still hiding, upholsters his gun for a Kravich head shot. But another terrorist spots him. TERRORIST #4 Alert! He fires. Gabe dives into the room behind a marble pillar. The terrorists shoot at the unwelcome guest. LOGAN (looks, reloads) Shit! KRAVICH (pulls out AK-47) Logan! I was wondering when the Agency would get involved. Gabe shoots in front of him, killing the whistle- blower. Kravich peeks out, motions his comrade to move ahead. KRAVICH I'm impressed. they even sent their best...Too bad it won't be enough! LOGAN (taking cover) Of course not. But your father knows better. Find any more pieces besides his ear? Kravich is enraged. KRAVICH Sonofabitch! (fires wildly) Gabe takes cover, sees the other terrorist fire from around the corner. Gabe sneaks around his position, whistles. The terrorist turns. Bye-bye. Kravich stands again--but there's no sign of Gabe. Kravich walks cautiously, then realizes that Gabe above him. LOGAN Like father, like son. KRAVICH No--! Gabe fires twice, but Kravich only hears one. He flips down, runs to the back of the bar to the satellite dish and various receivers. He operates the computer, pulls up a list of frequencies. He looks at the information, calls Lian. LOGAN Lian, tell Benton I've taken out Kravich. Rhoemer's in the subway, I'm headed there next. XING(VO) Good work, Gabe. Hook me in. Gabe puts his com-link to the base of the computer. LOGAN I also found Rhoemer's communications array but their uplink isn't here. INT. HELICOPTER The copter hovers over the strike zone. Lian hacks Kravich's laptop, she gets something strange. XING Interesting. LOGAN(V.O.) What is it? XING He got access to a corporation database. Looks like genetic data. INT. MIGUEL'S Gabe looks around, expecting company. LOGAN Tell me about it later. Ready to trace? XING(VO) How many numbers are there? His eyes count seven. LOGAN Seven of them. XING Shit, some of those are ghost codes. Let me have high and low numbers. LOGAN Eighty-nine point seven and seventy- six point four. XING I'm on it. LOGAN Logan out. Gabe prepares to leave, some terrorists rush the doorway. He looks beside him, Kravich's HK-5 beckons. He picks up the gun, lets them have it. Rolls, caps two, pushes off the opposite wall to get the others. He runs outside to the subway, sneaks down. INT. SUBWAY LOWER LEVEL Rhoemer, Mara, and two other terrorists stand guarding the bomb. His men patrol the subway. The mastermind is confident. RHOEMER (calm, to Mara) Everything is going to plan. Girdeaux has the park contained, the main bomb's armed. Aramov nods. RHOEMER Best of all, the incompetence of the U.S. governments' special forces is exactly what I expected. ARAMOV I wonder if the Agency has sent their operatives yet. RHOEMER I would expect so, but unless Logan can get past Girdeaux, the viral bomb will go off as planned--regardless of payment. Mara looks at her watch. ARAMOV Hmm....where is Kravich? RHOEMER Good question--he should have been here by now. (to Maivik) Call him. Luckily, he already sent what we came for. While Maivik dials, Rhoemer walks over to another viral bomb. RHOEMER Brilliance...I- MAIVIK Commander, I cannot contact him! Nothing but static! Mara walks over to Maivik's station. ARAMOV Are you sure? MAIVIK Yes, I have tried all channels...nothing! RHOEMER (angry, grits his teeth) Then Logan is on his way here... Rhoemer looks at the bomb, smiles. RHOEMER This bomb will greet him. He turns it sideways carefully, motions Maivik over. RHOEMER Maivik, come and help me with the reconfiguration. Maivik walks over. INT. SUBWAY UPPER LEVEL Gabe sneaks down to the subway. An enemy at the doorway. He pauses, head shot. Gabe goes forward. Two guards on opposite routes on the other side. He climbs up the ledge, walks behind one. He pulls out his taser, clicks three times. The guard turns, eyes wide as he notices Gabe. TERRORIST What th- A taser-line to the chest makes him extra-crispy. LOGAN Shocked, huh? The second terrorist hears a muffled cry, runs around the corner, into Gabe's fist. He falls. A taser- charge later, Gabe moves on to the service elevator. Going down. INT. SUBWAY LOWER LEVEL Gabe steps out of the elevator, silently moves to the end of the corridor. A terrorist idly stands by the track exit. Head shot. Gabe runs, comes onto the main subway area. He hops on the tracks. One idle subway car behind him, another across. He keeps his head low, peeks over the top of the platform. Two terrorists, one by the bench, another patrolling. He backs up a couple of steps, takes aim with his HK- 5. But inside the idle subway car... INT. SUBWAY CAR Rhoemer and some of his men are making their way to the front. RHOEMER The decoy is prepped. Tell the men to pull out now and move to the subway tunnel. Rhoemer looks, makes sure all his men are present. RHOEMER (looking at his men) We have everyone? Goo- (turning, his teeth grate at who he sees) LOGAN!! INT. SUBWAY PLATFORM Gabe hears his shout, recognizes the voice immediately. The two adversaries stare at each other for a moment, exchange looks of hatred and revenge. Gabe draws first, fires up at Rhoemer, he ducks. Some of his men rush out. Gabe kills the windshield, a few terrorists. *clickclickclick* Out of ammo. Not good. Rhoemer punches out the windshield, returns fire. Gabe tosses the empty gun, takes cover behind a subway podium. He whips out the 9mm while Rhoemer's men fire at him. RHOEMER (shouting, to Logan) Logan, why do you continue to plague my existence? Gabe shouts back. LOGAN Three reasons. One, I don't like you! He turns, caps one terrorist. LOGAN Two, you killed Ellis! Two more. LOGAN Three, I have a mint glove and you need a punch in the mouth! Three run at him, eager for death. Gabe grants their wish. RHOEMER How amusing. Three CBDC agents enter the battle from the service tunnel. Rhoemer smiles, starts the subway car. Gabe sees the future. LOGAN (shouts) No! Stay back! It's all in vain. INT. SUBWAY CAR The three agents jump right in front of the subway car. RHOEMER (adjusting controls) One more thing, Logan. Ellis died screaming like a stuck pig! Something like... Rhoemer hits the ignition switch. INT. SUBWAY PLATFORM Gabe watches as Rhoemer mows them down. The agents scream as death takes them. RHOEMER (laughs) That! Rhoemer stops the subway car, opens the door, fires at Gabe. RHOEMER (to his men) Come! Let us depart! Gabe, heated, can't return fire. LOGAN Son of a bitch! The remaining men board the subway car, while Logan holds his position. RHOEMER Until next time... The subway car pulls off, Rhoemer closes the door. LOGAN (firing) You never learn do you? He fires until the car's out of sight. Lian calls him. XING(VO) Gabe! Get moving! There's a viral bomb in that area. LOGAN Damn! Tell Benton I've spotted Rhoemer. He's taking off, location unknown, in a subway car. XING I'll send the message. Out. Gabe moves on to the end of platform. The viral bomb waits, glows green. He holsters his gun, runs over to the bomb, calls Lian. LOGAN Lian, I've found it. Call for disarming. Gabe looks around at the wrecked subway. LOGAN Any sign of Rhoemer? XING I've detected the subway car, but it hasn't stopped yet. The bomb beeps, grabs Gabe's attention. It turns a deep blue. LOGAN Oh shit. He turns the bomb over, it turns red. LOGAN This one's different from the others. The last thing Gabe wants to see. A timer. 10. 9. 8. XING Logan, that's not viral! It's a- LOGAN Too late! Gabe sets a world record in "Running For Life". 5. 4. 3. 2. 1... 0. He dives as the subway goes white. *BOOM* EXT. HELICOPTER INTERIOR Lian looks down at the impending explosion. The blast causes destruction that would make Godzilla proud. Shattered windows, fire, debris everywhere. The helicopter struggles, the pilot maintains control, rises above the flying debris. When the smoke clears, a large portion of Georgia Avenue is now rubble. Lian frantically calls Benton. XING Benton, We're going to need, Haz-Med crews and firefighters down here immediately! BENTON(VO) On the way! Lian punches another key, calls Logan. XING Gabe?! Come in...Come in... SUBWAY CHASE/JENSEN'S PERIL INT. DESTROYED SUBWAY The subway's a mess of flames, mangled pillars. Some debris moves. A hand emerges from the rubble-Gabe. He struggles to get up, comes to his senses. Gabe looks like he lost a fight with a dirt mountain. He touches his ears, a trickle of blood. He reaches into his chest pocket, pulls out a spare earpiece. LOGAN (coughing) Lian? I'm here. XING(VO) Thank God, Logan. I thought you had been killed! LOGAN Not yet, someone must love me. XING You're lucky to be alive. Ten blocks of D.C. just went into the ground. Rhoemer must've rigged the bomb to explode for his escape plan. I have no idea how though. Gabe checks around, finds his 9mm, inserts new clip. LOGAN I guessed as much. Any word on the park operation? Gabe avoids the flames, sees an area devoid of fire. He spots a shotgun, picks it up. XING Not yet. Jensen's team is moving in soon. Gabe runs to the safe area. XING Logan, listen to me. The subway car has stopped at the end of a dual- track tunnel. LOGAN How do I get there? XING There an entrance about fifty yards northwest. There's still a chance that you can catch Rhoemer! Gabe follows her directions, finds the tunnel entrance. It breaks off into a larger corridor. XING The main tunnel runs for about twenty miles and goes into the country side. Rhoemer's at the five-mile mark. INT. HELICOPTER Lian receives an update on her lap-top. She reads, tells Gabe. XING Uhh..Gabe? LOGAN(VO) I don't like that voice, Lian. What is it? XING FEMA has begun its' operation and they're using that tunnel to shuttle emergency personnel to the destroyed areas. INT. TUNNEL CORRIDOR Logan stops for a second. LOGAN So you're asking me to run through a tunnel with live trains on both sides!? XING(VO) It's the only way to Rhoemer. Expect resistance, as well. Xing out. LOGAN (sighs) I need a raise. He runs toward the main tunnel. EXT. NIGHT, WASHINGTON PARK FOREGROUNDS The park foregrounds. Beautiful marble encased trees, one walkway, no cover. Thirty-five heavily armed CBDC agents move through the grass in teams of five. Ready for anything. Except this: forty-five terrorists surround their position. TEAM LEADER JENSEN Look alive, people...this is the perfect place for an- Girdeaux and five men jump in front of Jensen's team. GIRDEAUX (shouts) NOW!!!! All of the terrorists spring, unleashing a lethal volley of bullets. Ten agents drop. The agents return fire. Some terrorists fall as well, but the agents catch most of the bullets. GIRDEAUX Kill them all! Let no one live! It's like shooting fish in a barrel. The strike force dwindles, the terrorists win easily. Jensen shouts to his remaining 6 men. TEAM LEADER JENSEN Fall back, now...scatter and wait for back up-Ackk! A bullet goes through his neck. The remaining agents scatter in all directions, escaping Girdeaux's fire. Girdeaux lifts his helmet, lights a cigarette. He inhales, French-style, exhales. GIRDEAUX Better than sex. (turns to Marcos) Jorge, gather a team. I don't want a single agent left alive. MARCOS I'm on it. That was simple. Girdeaux hands Marcos the detonation activator. GIRDEAUX Guard this with your life, my friend. If I fall, you must act fast. MARCOS Si, lo comprende. But what about Logan? GIRDEAUX Leave him to me-if he's still alive! (laughs) Marcos gathers some men, goes into the park. Girdeaux gets on his com-link to Rhoemer. INT. TUNNEL END Rhoemer and Mara talk while his men prepare for evacuation. They dress as CBDC officers. An elevator waits for him. He's irate. RHOEMER You are to stay and take care of Logan, then join Girdeaux in the park. ARAMOV But- RHOEMER The money is insignificant to me now- I want that bomb detonated! See to it! ARAMOV (reluctantly) No money? But I thought... Rhoemer gives her a look that would crush buildings. She cowers, his link rings. RHOEMER Is it done? GIRDEAUX (VO) Yes, Mon ami. It was like smothering a baby...delicious. MAIVIK Commander, the data has been sent to headquarters! RHOEMER Good. (to Girdeaux) Make sure that bomb is detonated! GIRDEAUX You have my word, Girdeaux out. *CLICK* Rhoemer looks at Mara again. RHOEMER Do not fail me. He boards the elevator. ARAMOV (shaken, then confident) Understood. Rhoemer puts on the hood, the elevator closes. INT. TUNNEL ENTRANCE The main tunnel's huge and cavernous. Two separate rail lines, dividers, platforms every thirty yards. Trains run on opposite sides every minute. Gabe enters the tunnel. *SCREECH* He barely has enough time to dodge a train. He leaps back into the corridor, adrenaline flowing. LOGAN Shit, too close. The train passes, he looks out, runs. LOGAN Are you sure this is the only way to Rhoemer? XING(VO) Yes. And hurry, there's less than an hour left. We also have an update on the park situation--Jensen's team has encountered heavy resistance. LOGAN (suspicious) Damn. This whole mission feels wrong. XING I know. Rhoemer's subway car's stopped at the end of the tunnel. He's probably still there. LOGAN He knows I'm coming, Lian. Anything else? XING Don't use any explosives--it'll cause a derailment. LOGAN Copy. I'm on the move. INT. MAIN TUNNEL Gabe gathers his nerves, runs into the MAIN TUNNEL. He continues for a quarter-mile, when he senses company waiting for him. Three terrorists on a middle platform. They fire. Gabe takes cover, but here comes the train! He barely moves, takes aim with his shotgun. He dives towards them, killing two. The train steams by. The third runs to the edge, looks down, nothing. A train approaches. He turns to a kick in the chest, right into the path of the train. It doesn't slow down. LOGAN I hope that got him on track. Gabe sees a red dot on his chest. He freezes, dives to the left. The assassin fires, hits his arm. LOGAN Ahh..shit! He takes cover, examines the wound. Not serious, just pain. He grimaces, peeks where the assassin fired. He sees red hair jump down. LOGAN I've spotted Mara Aramov in the tunnel, I'm going after her. XING(VO) Roger. Logan, Benton says you can't kill her. She may have vital information on Rhoemer's operation. LOGAN I'll do my best, but no promises. Her ass is mine! Gabe chases Mara, who shoots back. Gabe dodges, returns fire. Mara crosses the tracks, runs by another platform. Help arrives. ARAMOV (shouting) Don't let him through! TERRORIST #5 Da! Mara moves on, confident in her men. Gabe sees her stop firing, raises his shotgun. Another train. He ducks into a side crevice. The train passes, he lets loose on all three terrorists. He hops up on the platform, kneels, takes out his 9mm. LOGAN (cooly) No more running. Perfect shot to the calf. Mara yells, falls. Hard. Gabe runs up to her, kicks away her weapon. LOGAN (questioning) Hope you had a nice trip, Mara. Now where's Rhoemer? Where are the other bombs? ARAMOV (groggy) He's gone...you're too late Logan... LOGAN We'll see. She loses consciousness. A train's coming. He moves her to a side crevice, calls Lian. LOGAN I've got Mara, she's lost consciousness. She said Rhoemer's gone. XING(VO) Intelligence indicates there was an unauthorized helicopter lift-off. If he's gone, then that means-- Gabe runs further down the tunnel. He needs a way out. LOGAN The bomb is going to blow whether or not the government meets his demands. Tell Benton that I'm going to see if-- Static... Benton's voice. BENTON(VO) Logan, I have a mission redirect. Get out of the tunnel, there's a manhole opening five yards from where you are. Gabe sees the ladder, climbs. LOGAN (annoyed and curious) What's going on? BENTON CBDC's getting slaughtered. The Park operation has failed, Jensen's team has been nearly eliminated. LOGAN (shocked) What!? How!? Gabe reaches the top, lifts the manhole cover. He's at the WASHINGTON PARK MAIN WALL. EXT. WASHINGTON PARK MAIN WALL He runs to the side, climbs up. A drop hits his eye. Rain. BENTON It was Girdeaux. You're on assist and trigger status. You must find the two separate viral bombs hidden in the park and call a CBDC agent to diffuse them. LOGAN Can I use the viral locator? BENTON Yes, but these bombs are more complicated than the one in the bank. You'll also have to locate the main communications array and shut it down. LOGAN Damn, does anyone else work except me? Where's the main bomb? It's pouring heavy now. BENTON Freedom Memorial. XING That's also where you'll find Girdeaux. LOGAN Can't wait. Any more reports of Girdeaux's force in the park? BENTON Yes, we believe they're down to 45, maybe 50 men. You have to hurry Logan, you're the last line of defense. Gabe reaches the top. WASHINGTON PARK EXT. WASHINGTON PARK MAIN ENTRANCE Satan's playground. Dead officers, trees on fire, sounds of firefights. It was a beautiful park, but now it's a war zone. LOGAN How long until detonation? XING(VO) Less than 20 minutes. LOGAN One more thing. Have a team pick up Mara, I left her unconscious in the tunnel, but chances are she's recovering. BENTON Copy that. I'll send a team. LOGAN (prepared) Ok, let's do it. Gabe jumps into the park. He crouch-walks, stops at a small bush. He takes aim at one man walking towards him. Another atop a pillar. The pillar guard turns. Head shot for the first. Gabe runs over, takes off the man's flak jacket, continues the man's route. He waves to the pillar guard. The man waves back. TERRORIST #6 Park Entrance all clear. EXT. WASHINGTON PARK WALKWAY A square bush with one terrorist next to a bomb. TERRORIST #7 Viral Bomb #1 secure. EXT. WASHINGTON PARK WALKWAY #2 A large statue of a man on a horse. One terrorist next to bomb, another patrolling. TERRORIST #8 Viral Bomb #2 secure. EXT. FREEDOM MEMORIAL Girdeaux's next to a larger bomb, counting down. GIRDEAUX Main bomb secure. Keep your eyes open, Logan shall be here any moment. EXT. WASHINGTON PARK MAIN ENTRANCE As Girdeaux says this, Gabe gives the pillar guard a double-tap. He falls to the ground. Another terrorist hears the noise. When he comes around the corner- LOGAN Wassup? *BLAM* Gabe checks the terrorist for weapons, finds a .45. He pulls out the viral locator, calls Lian. LOGAN Lian, I'm ready to start the bomb search. Hook me in. XING Check. One second... INT. HELICOPTER Lian uses her computer interface, numbers Gabe gave her earlier to pinpoint the viral bombs. She send their location back to the locator. XING Logan? All right, we're in. The viral detector is low on power, so it will only pick up the viral signal when it's within ten feet. You shouldn't run into any other problems other than that. LOGAN(VO) Except for the 50 or so terrorists trying to kill me. Where are the remaining CBDC agents? XING Scattered in the park, on stand-by for your signal. When you set a beacon, the nearest agent will come to your location. Xing out. LOGAN That's the first good news today. EXT. WASHINGTON PARK WALKWAY Gabe looks at the locator. Straight ahead to the left. He moves slowly, sees a terrorist. He rolls around the corner behind a bush. The terrorist continues, stops across from Gabe. Taser time. A flash on the wall. The terrorist by the bomb hears the noise. He turns, hears someone crying for help in German. He runs to get his comrade. Another flash on the wall. Gabe runs to the first Viral Bomb. He kneels by it, sets a beacon. LOGAN This is Logan, I have a viral bomb ready for deactivation, any agents copy? Over? A muffled voice. CBDC AGENT On the way! Gabe waits then he sees a yellow uniform in the distance, running fast. Three men chase him to the first bomb. CBDC AGENT #1 Cover me! Gabe fires. Three shots, three bodies. Another terrorist tackles Gabe. Advantage: Terrorist. Not for long. Gabe twists the shotgun, shoots. The man smashes against the wall. Logan goes back to the agent. The bomb glows green for a moment, fades. The agent sighs. CBDC AGENT #1 Bomb diffused. I'll stay here and watch the bomb. LOGAN Alright--how come they had your position so fast? CBDC AGENT #1 Because they're monitoring the channels, and I have no idea how they could've got equipment that advanced. LOGAN What? Can they monitor the secure lines? CBDC AGENT #1 No, just the regular channels and radio surveillance. LOGAN (suspicious) Hmm... Gabe's com link activates. BENTON Get moving. There's only 13 minutes left until the main bomb's detonation. LOGAN Copy. Did you acquire Mara? BENTON Negative, she eluded two of our agents. LOGAN (surprised) What? BENTON Your priority is the mission, Logan. Benton out. LOGAN (grudgingly) Roger. Logan out. EXT. WASHINGTON PARK WALKWAY #2 A statue. He looks at his locator, bomb number two is near. Gabe creeps-expecting company. Two guards don't disappoint. He gets behind a tree, throws a grenade to their far left. One hears the explosion. TERRORIST #8 Stay here, I go check. TERRORIST #9 Agreed. He runs off, Gabe sneaks up to the terrorist, punctures his lung. No air, he can't tell his comrade a bullet's after him. Another beacon. LOGAN Second bomb found, Lian. Time? XING(V.O.) Nine minutes. Here comes your agent. The sight resembles five jackals chasing a gazelle. He screams. CBDC AGENT #3 Cover me!! Gabe takes out the .45, lays the smack down. Two others fire on him. He circles around, whistles. LOGAN Two for one special. He serves two helpings of lead. The agent yells. CBDC AGENT Bomb diffused! You're clear Commander. LOGAN Great job. Gabe kneels, reloads, calls Lian. LOGAN Both bombs diffused, how do I get to Girdeaux? XING(V.O.) First path to your left through the tennis courts. More of Rhoemer's men, be careful. LOGAN Got it. Anything else? XING Yes, Their main communication array. is somewhere in that area. When you find it, give me an uplink so I can locate their trigger-man. LOGAN You want breakfast too while I'm over there? XING Dinner. Gabe shakes his head. LOGAN Women. EXT. WASHINGTON PARK WALKWAY #3 Gabe takes Lian's route, encounters resistance, Some stray CBDC agents provide cover for him. He runs past the tennis courts. EXT. JUNGLE GYM Two large, grotesque Tetris blocks, kids actually play on this. One man at the top, life-span one second. *BLAM* Gabe climbs to the top, puts his com link to the array. LOGAN You in? INT. HELICOPTER Lian hacks in, sees a name. She snags it, a photo pops up. XING Bingo. The trigger-man is Jorge Marcos... LOGAN(VO) The Colombian? Perfect. He shouldn't be too hard to find. XING Careful, Logan. Since he has the detonator, he'll be antsy and ready to shoot. EXT. JUNGLE GYM A terrorist tries to climb behind him, struggles. LOGAN I've seen blind men that aim better. Gabe calmly shoots when his head's in view, climbs down. LOGAN I'm entering the park maze now. XING(VO) I'm jamming his com link now, but it won't last forever. Xing out. Gabe runs into the park hedge maze. EXT. PARK MAZE ENTRANCE A terrorist walks out. Gabe introduces to him to his shotgun. He runs around the walkway, spots...Jorge Marcos lighting a cigarette. LOGAN Hola, asshole. Jorge looks up, recognizes Gabe immediately. He fires once, hits the lamppost beside Gabe. Not even close. LOGAN (smiles) You get a five second head start. Jorge's legs think for him. MARCOS (shouting frantically) Girdeaux, can you hear me? Logan is here! Send back up now! EXT. PARK MAZE The maze is thick, dense, made of bush. Marcos, lost, can only hear Gabe's voice. LOGAN Marcos, you should've stayed in Colombia. I'm going to turn you into a human gordita. MARCOS Pincha tu madre, Logan! (shouts) Girdeaux, blow the bomb! He's after me now!! He backs up into another path. LOGAN Save your breath for your prayers! Gabe closes in on Marcos, who ducks into another section. The agents runs by-or so he thinks. Marcos walks out to check, realizes something is wrong, turns around. Gabe shoots his hand, Marcos drops his gun. In this web, Gabe's a spider to Marcos' fly. MARCOS (fearful) Logan, no! You need me, amigo. I can tell you things... He points the gun at Marcos. LOGAN Like what? How you killed my agents? I don't think so. MARCOS No! It's all in vain. One shot. XING(VO) Gabe? You've got 5 minutes before D.C. becomes a hot zone. Freedom Memorial is fifty yards in front of you! Go! Gabe takes off towards the exit. LOGAN Anything I need to know about Girdeaux? XING Yes, Intelligence says he's in a high- impact Kevlar armor suit. LOGAN The same one he wore in Europe two years ago? XING The same. Even grenades won't pierce it. Our tech guys are working on a way through it, but you may have to improvise. LOGAN (sarcastic) I love this job. Gabe runs on an elaborate walkway, surrounded by trees. A clear path to his destination, no terrorists. He runs to FREEDOM MEMORIAL, busts open the doors with his foot. INT. FREEDOM MEMORIAL It is a lovely crafted dome, complete with a mural of the wars in America's history on the wall. Girdeaux waits for him, weapons loaded. Gabe runs in. The two men stare at each other. Game time. Girdeaux fires his weapon, misses Gabe by inches. He ducks behind a column, readies his shotgun. LOGAN (shouting, forceful) Anton Girdeaux! I hope Rhoemer's paying you enough to die for him! GIRDEAUX (unsurprised) Gabriel Logan, always the optimist. I missed you in London. LOGAN Well now we can have our reunion! GIRDEAUX A short one-did you take joy in burying Ellis? I shall send you to meet him! LOGAN I don't think so, Anton. It ends here! Girdeaux motions to the mural on the wall. Gabe evades his sight, gets in attack mode. GIRDEAUX (menacingly) I think not! Look around you, Logan. This mural depicts the entire history of your country's tyranny! (zealous) It is time for a new day and we are the dawn! Gabe rolls out behind Girdeaux-almost into a ball of fire! It scorches the area around him, he takes cover again. Girdeaux jumps off the podium, lowers his helmet. GIRDEAUX Where are you, Logan? Gabe takes aim, shoots at Girdeaux's helmet. Perfect aim. *PING*, right off Girdeaux's helmet. He turns around-launches his flames at Gabe. Gabe barely takes cover again. LOGAN Talk about a hard head. Girdeaux looks around the room, unable to find him. Gabe slowly changes his position, until he's behind him. GIRDEAUX (menacing) You cannot hide forever! Gabe looks at Girdeaux, takes aim at the fuel cord. LOGAN I don't plan to. One shot. GIRDEAUX (surprised) Sacra Bleu! A sudden outpour of fuel. GIRDEAUX No...this cannot be! While Girdeaux tries to get control, Gabe rolls in front of him. Girdeaux looks at him like a deer in headlights. He can't shoot either-he's in a pool of gas. LOGAN I always did like French Toast. *BANG* To say Girdeaux catches fire is wrong. More like he becomes the world's first living torch-with a career length of ten seconds. Gabe runs over to the bomb. The timer has stopped at thirty seconds. He breathes easy. Suddenly, Girdeaux's com-link on the bomb activates. RHOEMER (VO) Girdeaux! Blow it now! Gabe picks it up. LOGAN I'm sorry, Anton's a little hot under the collar right now. Can I take a message? Girdeaux's on his knees, screaming in agony. RHOEMER(VO) Logan! (laughs) You will not stop me! LOGAN Wrong again! Hear that? (puts the link in the air) EXT. FREEWAY ENTRANCE A helicopter's in the background. His men are shedding the disguises, getting in vans. Rhoemer's disgusted at Girdeaux's screams. LOGAN(VO) You're next. (dial-tone) Rhoemer puts it in his pocket, gets into a van. RHOEMER Very good. Now, we rest. The vans drive off. INT. FREEDOM MEMORIAL Gabe calls Lian. LOGAN Lian, what happened to the bomb? XING Well, Girdeaux stopped it a couple of seconds before you two started fighting. Where is he now? Gabe looks across the room, sees/hears Girdeaux still screaming on the ground. Fire is hot. LOGAN Burning his midnight oil. Get CBDC in here and tell Benton I need an evac. XING Copy. Great job, Logan. LOGAN You too. See you back at headquarters. Gabe walks out of Freedom Memorial. CBDC agents run in with extinguishers to put Girdeaux out of his misery. FADE OUT FADE IN AGENCY HQ 2, WASHINGTON D.C. INT. MARKINSON'S OFFICE, DAY Markinson scolds Benton about his recent ineptness in the D.C. operation. Gabe and Lian go over data at a computer terminal. The computer announces the mission statistics. COMPUTER Total cost of destruction, two hundred-fifty million. Total casualties, one hundred-five. The mentioned areas pop up on-screen. COMPUTER Destroyed areas: Georgia Avenue, Washington Park, sections of D.C. subway system... Enough is enough. Markinson's temper blows. MARKINSON Goddamn it, Benton! BENTON Marcos, Girdeaux and Kravich are all dead. Rhoemer and Mara both escaped- MARKINSON I do not tolerate incompetence! I could've spit on a bug to command this mission better that you did! BENTON It wasn't completely my fa-- MARKINSON I don't want to hear any horseshit excuses, if we didn't have Logan and Lian, we'd be talking to each other in plastic fucking suits right now! His eyes go to the floor, Markinson notices this, walks over. BENTON (solemn) I owe all of you an apology. I should have commanded this mission better. MARKINSON It's fine, Edward. You'll have some time to think about it-I'm placing you on leave. BENTON Very well. How long? MARKINSON Until you learn how to point without your dick getting in the way! Dismissed! Benton leaves, fuming. Markinson turns to Gabe and Lian. MARKINSON You two performed well, to say the least...we'll have some information soon. Until then, get some rest-- you'll need it. LOGAN A whole 2 days, I'm thrilled. MARKINSON You should be, now get out of here before I change my mind. They exit Markinson's office. INT. AGENCY HEADQUARTERS HALLWAY Gabe is silent, Lian looks at him--hoping he'll say something. Nothing. She walks towards her office. XING Gabe, are you okay? Gabe stares at the ground. LOGAN We lost a lot of good men today. She walks over, puts a hand on his shoulder. XING There's one I'm glad we didn't lose. LOGAN Thanks. She walks back to her office, Logan calls out. LOGAN Lian, wanna go get a drink sometime? Lian thinks about it... XING One condition. LOGAN Yes? XING Take a shower, you stink. Gabe smiles, she leaves. He walks to his office, looks back, pumps his fist. FADE OUT FADE IN 2 DAYS LATER... EXT. WASHINGTON D.C. AFTERMATH The aftermath of the D.C. attack is evident. A noticeable portion of the city blackened, Georgia Avenue looks like a train wreck. A damaged capital, but one that still stands. INT. USS HEADQUARTERS-DAYBREAK Gabe, Lian and Markinson, in casual dress, all sit. CBDC specialist DR. ZARRO explains the nature of the virus. DR. ZARRO We have finished our analysis of the deactivated bombs. Very little has come up, I'm afraid... LOGAN What's the problem? Weren't the antigens left in the viral bomb still alive? DR. ZARRO In a way. The virus appears to have a fail-safe, a part of the virus that kills the rest. XING Excuse me, Doctor, but isn't that impossible? You can't tell a virus what to do. DR. ZARRO You misunderstand me, Ms.Xing. Look at this simulation. The room darkens. The Doctor pulls out a laser pointer. On-screen, a circle with antigens. DR. ZARRO What you see here is the virus in its original form. Now, when you deactivated the bomb, the virus did this-- (to computer) Computer, please simulate virus deactivation. On-screen, the virus attacks itself. DR. ZARRO You see? The virus has received a command to "commit suicide". LOGAN No clues to trace. DR. ZARRO Or evidence to examine. The sophistication of this virus suggests years of work. XING How many? DR. ZARRO At least eight. The trio looks at each other, this is a little bigger than what they thought. DR. ZARRO I believe the virus is composed of very small nano-machines; but the problem lies in its programming. LOGAN Do you realize what you're saying? A programmable virus? DR. ZARRO It gets worse. MARKINSON More good news. DR. ZARRO Its capabilities are not just programmable for viral strains. (to computer) Prepare test pool. 50 Irish males, 35, recessive pancreatic cancer genes. The computer displays the DNA strand, highlights the cancer genes, next to the viral strain. DR. ZARRO Merge data. The strands become one... XING Oh my god. MARKINSON Impressive weapon. DR. ZARRO Yes. There is someone very smart, and very devious who has created a virus that- LOGAN Can target any race, any person, anywhere and give them an accelerated version of whatever virus they want. DR. ZARRO Exactly. If you wanted to kill off one million gray-haired Abouriginies with the Hanta virus in a day-you would use this. Light dawns around the room. This is no joke. DR. ZARRO Syphon Filter is the ultimate assassin-silent, deadly, and best of all, MARKINSON Controllable. The room is quiet. LOGAN What happens after the target is dead? DR. ZARRO The virus self-destructs. XING I understand that, but how does that explain the viral bomb turning into an explosive one? DR. ZARRO Simple. Rhoemer merely added a potent explosive to another area of the bomb. He deactivated the viral part added a timer. Voila! Instant explosion. XING I see. Damn...and this is in the hands of Rhoemer...looks like we'll be busy for next few days. DR. ZARRO All of this is hypothetical, but I believe I am correct in my thesis. MARKINSON Thank you Doctor, that will be all. DR. ZARRO My pleasure. The Doctor leaves, Gabe stands. LOGAN That's all the information you've got? MARKINSON Pretty much. LOGAN Thin as a model's lunch. Lian tries not to laugh. MARKINSON There's some technical stuff that we're still trying to figure out, but this is the jest of it. LOGAN Eight years...that's even longer than he's been rogue. XING What was his last case? Wasn't it surveillance? MARKINSON Yes. Two people. One's comatose, and the other is this man. (punches a key on his desk) On-screen, an older man, balding, looks intelligent. The picture freezes. MARKINSON Jonathan Phagan. Founder of Pharcom, Inc. Fifty-five, net worth of about 20 billion. He also employs a couple of brilliant scientists, including.... Another photo comes up-Dr. Yohannes. MARKINSON Dr. Yohannes, the premier authority on pathogens and genetic coding in the world. He was unable to attain funding for some of his more...delicate experiments, so he resigned from Stanford to pursue alternative methods. XING Well, this kind of sophistication is beyond Rhoemer. What does Pharcom make? On-screen shows Phagan walking around his facilities. MARKINSON About half of the world's drugs-legal and illegal. Headquartered here in Washington- Gabe remembers something. LOGAN Lian, didn't you say something about a corporate database that Kravich had access to? XING Yes. The name I couldn't locate, but the central database was located here. Markinson sees what Logan is getting at. MARKINSON I get the feeling we've been suckered. LOGAN (angry) This whole operation was just a decoy. Rhoemer had to get the data that he couldn't receive overseas. XING Possibly, but what could have been so important that he would sacrifice his right hand man for it? LOGAN I don't know, but I know who does... MARKINSON Exactly what I was thinking. Lian continues to read Pharcom's information. XING Pharcom has a worldwide shipping system, labs on six different continents- LOGAN Including South America. Why haven't you been intelling this guy? Stills of Phagan' house, personal holdings, security force scroll on-screen. MARKINSON He's an extremely wealthy private citizen, paranoid. Hard to track. A year ago, Benton to took over the intelligence from the FBI. His reports were mainly inconclusive. LOGAN (questioning tone) Benton? The same man who let Mara escape, the same man who got Jensen's entire team taken out? Where is he now...? MARKINSON On leave. LOGAN Where? MARKINSON Not sure. He didn't report in, but he's gone. XING A mole? Markinson thinks for a moment, answers. MARKINSON (to Logan) You're going to New York. Phagan is opening a new art exposition, even though there isn't anything special about it. This might be a cover for a meeting between Phagan and Rhoemer. LOGAN And if he's not there? MARKINSON See what you can dig up, we'll find out something here. Xing will accompany you there as back up. You two leave immediately. They walk towards the door. LOGAN Understood. Is this a covert operation? He smiles. MARKINSON Officially, the agency knows nothing about this. LOGAN Procedure? MARKINSON Complete stealth, follow him closely. Obviously, you can't be seen or captured. Eliminate any of Phagan's security. Once you've observed the meeting, use whatever means necessary to capture Phagan alive. LOGAN What about Rhoemer's subordinates? MARKINSON (immediately) Aside from Mara, we only need Phagan. LOGAN One more thing, how am I supposed to get into this trendy place? Markinson smirks, opens his desk drawer. MARKINSON Catch. Markinson throws a bag of some sort. Gabe catches it, looks. Gold cufflinks. MARKINSON Get a tux. LOGAN But- MARKINSON Dismissed. Gabe grumbles, walks out. Lian follows, laughing. FADE OUT FADE IN: PHARCOM EXPOSITION CENTER, NEW YORK CITY EXT. PHARCOM EXPOSITION CENTER, NIGHT An upscale building in New York. Lots of people outside the entrance, the smell of wealth. INT. MAIN GALLERIA Two glistening gold cuff-links. Gabe has on the black tuxedo, obviously uncomfortable. He's completely unaware of the painting behind him. Until an ART SNOB walks up. The kind of guy who enjoys the forest from a Lexus. ART SNOB (pompous) This painting conveys the pain and suffering of the human spirit. Every time one views this piece, I am filled with exhilaration and a feeling of, satisfaction.... Gabe turns to the painting, a straight black line on canvas. Gabe looks at the man, puzzled. He has it. LOGAN (smiles) Been a while, huh? Offended, the man gasps, walks away. Lian chuckles over his earpiece. XING(VO) You might need to work on your people skills. LOGAN (still looking) Nah, he had the personality of a year- old fruitcake. Where's Phagan? XING You should see him soon, he just went in. LOGAN (spots Phagan) I see him... Across the room, Phagan is in a conversation about art. A security guard walks up, whispers something in his ear. LOGAN Looks like we got something... Phagan excuses himself, moves out of the area. Unbeknownst to him, he has a shadow. LOGAN He's moving, Lian. I'm on him. Gabe trails Phagan to an unpopulated area. One of the cuff-links drops. Gabe quickly hides. Phagan turns around, suspicious. Gabe waits for a moment. Phagan sees nothing, keeps walking. Phagan reaches an unfinished exhibit hall. "Neo-Rome Exhibit". Phagan walks to the entrance, where security personnel await. INT. NEO-ROME ENTRANCE The room is beautifully decorated, combining elements of of ancient Rome and the 21st century. Gabe hides around the corner. Phagan takes a glance behind him, talks to his security guards. PHAGAN Be ready for anything. Where is he? SECURITY GUARD Waiting at the Egyptian exhibit, sir. PHAGAN Very well. Gabe takes a quick look. Four huge guards with machine guns. LOGAN Some heavy weaponry for toy-cops.... He ducks back. PHAGAN Do not allow anyone to pass this area. SECURITY GUARD Understood. Phagan walks up the ramp, feeling secure. He disappears into the exhibit. Gabe calls Lian. LOGAN Lian, you have the specs for this area? XING(VO) Of course. EXT. ROOFTOP Lian is on the roof with her laptop. She accesses the building's schematics. Success. XING Ok, the Egyptian exhibit is 250 meters away, but there's only one way through. LOGAN(VO) Shit. XING What? INT. NEO-ROME ENTRANCE Gabe looks again. The guards are close enough that if one gets shot, the others will hear. Not to mention the machine guns. LOGAN These guys could be extras for Superman. Any ideas? XING(VO) Maybe...try not to kill them until they say something. LOGAN So I should let them call for help? XING (smirking) No...just trust me. INT. NEO-ROME ENTRANCE HALLWAY Gabe holds his position around the corner for a moment, cocks his gun, and stands up. LOGAN Showtime. He whispers around the corner. LOGAN Help...help...help...help.... The security guard by the corridor looks puzzled and tells his associates SECURITY GUARD Hans, I just heard something. I'm gonna go check it out. SECURITY GUARD HANS Go head. The security guard walks to Gabe's location. He's sitting down, clutching his knees, but one hand is in his lap. Gabe has his head down appears to be sniffling... SECURITY GUARD What the fuck? Who the hell are you? Gabe doesn't answer, just keeps...crying? The guard walks over, wondering what this guy's problem is. Probably a writer. SECURITY GUARD (meanly) Did you hear me? Get up!! (grabs Logan by the shirt collar) What's wrong with you? He lifts Gabe. His emotional crisis ends. LOGAN I didn't know you cared. Gabe shoots him thrice. *THUD* The other security guards hear it over their earpieces. They become suspicious, begin to move. Then, his voice. SECURITY GUARD (V.O.) All clear. Repeat, all clear. SECURITY GUARD HANS What happened? are you alright? EXT. ROOFTOP Lian holds down a key while she talks through her headset. XING (speaking with dead Security Guard's voice) Yes, I just found a drunk. False alarm. Hans, come back and help me carry him away. The rest of you return to your positions. SECURITY GUARD HANS(VO) I'm coming. XING Thanks. Lian smiles, waits a moment. *THUD* XING He's heavy. Pierre, Aston, more help, ya? SECURITY GUARD PIERRE(VO) Alright, I'm coming back there now. SECURITY GUARD ASTON(VO) On my way. Lian just waits for a moment. Two thuds later... INT. HALLWAY Gabe reloads his gun, four very dead security guards behind him. LOGAN Thanks. XING(VO) All you needed was a woman's touch. He laughs a little. LOGAN Not bad. Moving now. He moves up the walkway. INT. STONEHENGE EXHIBIT ENTRANCE Gabe reaches the top, almost gets spotted by an advancing guard. He hides. The guard looks in Gabe's direction, doesn't check. He turns around to walk back. Agent Logan looks-he's walking back. Head shot. Taking the guard's weapon, he moves on to a wider area. INT. STONEHENGE EXHIBIT An exact replica of the original Stonehenge in England, with marble floor instead. A single guard is by the exit, looking around. Gabe holsters his weapon, ducks behind a stone. He takes out his key-ring, throws it to the center of the exhibit. The guard suddenly hears a noise. He whips out his gun, goes to the center. A key ring. A nice key ring... GUARD Don't mind if I do. The key ring emits a barely audible song-"Silent night, Holy night"...the guard smiles and picks up the key-chain. He looks, fascinated. The key-chain stops playing. A small needle darts out, pierces the guard's hand. He drops the key-chain. SECURITY GUARD #5 Ah! (groggy) Shit.... He falls to the floor. The key-chain plays as it lays by his head. Gabe sneaks into the next room. INT. PHARAOH CHAMBERS The room is a cavern of gold, with four giant statues of the Egyptian kings. Gabe spots the back of Phagan's head. He stops for a moment, observing his work. Three security guards are unseen. Gabe's wary. For a paranoid private citizen, Phagan is too calm. He crouches out of sight, takes out a silver pen. He clicks it. The pen slowly converts itself into a fly. He calls Lian. LOGAN Lian, get ready to receive, I'm sending out the transmitter. EXT. ROOFTOP Lian presses two buttons on the keyboard, a small window opens on her screen. She hits enter. XING Roger that, I'm ready. EXT. PHARAOH CHAMBERS The fly changes color to black, takes off. Phagan on the move again, it follows him. Phagan goes into a room, "Egyptian Exhibit". The fly lands on the wall, scans the room. It sees three guards, all standing close to each other. Lian receives the data. XING(V.O.) Phagan just went into the room, and I'm reading three guards standing in a T formation. LOGAN Alright. Prepare the decoy. XING You got it. Gabe takes out his silenced 9mm. INT. PHARAOH CHAMBERS WALL The fly emits a whistle and flies down. All three security guards look down. One bends over, the other backs him up. The fly blows out a thin green mist. The two guards inhale it, start choking. Gabe rolls out behind them, unloads his clip. The third takes cover behind one of the statues. SECURITY GUARD #6 (hurriedly) We have a penetration, over!!! Send Back-up! LOGAN A little help please, Lian? XING (V.O.) No problem. The bug turns red, flies to the security guard. It lands on his shoulder. SECURITY GUARD #6 Shoo fly! He hurt its feelings. The fly explodes on him. Gabe sees it. LOGAN Thanks. Gabe runs down the hallway for the Egyptian exhibit, when he hears voices. He sneaks up to the main room. INT. EGYPTIAN EXHIBIT MAIN ROOM A shabby room. Dozens of wooden crates hastily unpacked, two tall, unfinished pillars connected to a wall, dust everywhere. Phagan's shocked at an unexpected visitor. PHAGAN (arguing) What are you doing here? We were never to meet in person! Get out now! Gabe knows security's after him. He sneaks in further to get a closer view and sees... Edward Benton. BENTON Plans have changed, Jonathan. My position has almost certainly been compromised. PHAGAN So what? Betrayal. Gabe's pissed, radios Lian LOGAN I've found the mole, Lian. It's Benton. XING(VO) Son of a... Gabe hears another voice. Female. ARAMOV As of now, we no longer work for you. She puts a gun to his head. ARAMOV And we have been ordered to silence you. Phagan just about pisses his pants. Just as Gabe is about to act, a barrage of shots barely miss him, He returns fire, ducks into the room. Mara sees who's responsible for her limp. ARAMOV LOGAN!!! Mara fires at Gabe, who takes cover behind some crates. He shoots around at her, she takes cover with Phagan beside her. Benton is a few feet away from them, ducking behind a wall. BENTON (to Mara) Get him out of here! I'll cover you! Benton pulls out a small gun, it looks like a pea- shooter. BENTON Let's see some of your training, Commander! LOGAN My pleasure! Mara roughly picks Phagan up, puts her gun to his neck. ARAMOV Come on, move! They move out of the door behind them. Gabe stands up firing at them. Then sees Benton stand. More importantly, he notices the gun is his hand. BENTON Speed drill! Benton pulls the trigger. The bullets come like a Michael Johnson sprint. Gabe barely out-runs them, The shots chase him to a statue, decide to hit it instead. He catches his breath. That sucked, but he can't let Benton know that. LOGAN (shouting) Faster than speeding bullets. Is that all you got? Benton calmly reloads, presses a switch on the gun. The barrel splits in two. BENTON Absolutely not! Let's see if you can do double-time! Gabe calculates his route and takes off. He's ducking and dodging, making his way towards the traitorous agent. The bullet seem to get angry because they can't hit the target. Benton fires all over the place, but Gabe is too good. BENTON Goddamn you, Logan!! Benton runs, firing wildly and missing everything. He closes in on the last spot where Gabe took cover-an area surrounded by large boxes. He reloads his gun, a cocky smile replaces his frustration. He jumps in front of the box, opens fire. BENTON Die!!! *CLICKCLICK* Benton's been firing at air. Some dust hits him from above. He looks up. LOGAN My forte was always marksmanship. Two shots to the chest. He jumps down by Benton's dead body, rings Lian. LOGAN I've eliminated the mole, but I have no idea where Mara is. Can you find her? XING Possibly. Put your com-link to Benton's and pray. I'll see if I can read where her link is. Gabe does as she says. When he puts his next to Benton's, they beep. EXT. ROOFTOP Lian scans, calibrates the sensors. Her lap-top shows a dot moving towards a hallway. XING Got her! She's headed towards the-- SECURITY GUARD Don't move! Lian slowly gets up from her lap-top. XING (to Logan, barely audible) Give me a second... SECURITY GUARD (to com-link) I've found an intruder. Send back-up, we may have a massive penetration. (to Lian) Keep your hands where I can see them, honey. Lian cocks an eyebrow, raises her hands. Not exactly where the guard expected. She's sexy. XING (sultry) How's this? She continues, begins to move the zipper downwards. The guard can't believe his luck. SECURITY GUARD (mesmerized, stammering) That's...that's good.... XING It gets better... Lian pulls the zipper down all the way. She suddenly reaches inside, grabs her gun, shoots her would-be captor in one smooth motion. XING But not for you! She gets back to the lap-top. XING I'm back. LOGAN(VO) What was that all about? Lian zips up her vest, Gabe hears it. XING Nothing I couldn't handle. INT. EGYPTIAN EXHIBIT MAIN ROOM Gabe looks into his com-link, puzzled. EXT. ROOFTOP Lian sees Mara moving fast and a host of guards moving faster. XING Mara is straight ahead and to your left. It's a Mars exhibit. Gabe, the exhibition is shutting down, and they're sending guards to you. Hope you got fresh clips. LOGAN(VO) Got it. I'm moving, call for evac and get ready to move out. INT. EGYPTIAN EXHIBIT MAIN ROOM Gabe sees Benton's G-18. He looks at the gun for a moment. LOGAN Why not? Gabe takes it, runs up the corridor. INT. OUTER SPACE ROOM An outer space theme dominates the room. Stars and enormous planet replicas hang from the ceiling. Four guards wait to greet the agent. He runs in, fearless. LOGAN Waiting for me? The guards open fire on sight. Gabe dodges, opens fire with the G-18. The results are both fast and lethal. Three of the guards drop instantly, the fourth takes cover behind a star. SECURITY GUARD (to com-link) He's here, send back-up!!! Gabe notices something above the guards position-a moon replica. He shoots the cable holding it. The moon falls on the guard. SECURITY GUARD Can you hear--Ahh! Ouch. Pancakes, anyone? Gabe runs past. LOGAN Well, look at that--a man on the moon. Gabe gets a call from Lian XING(VO) There's a small army headed your way, Gabe! Go into the next room and it's a straight sprint to Mara and Phagan. LOGAN No prob. Gabe kicks the moon replica towards the door, blocking it. He exits the room. LOGAN Anything else? XING Mara keeps mentioning Syphon Filter. You'd better see if you can take her alive too. LOGAN Again. No problem... Gabe runs around the corner and into a separate corridor, hearing voices as he approaches. INT. HALLWAY The hallway overlooks the Mars exhibit through a wall of mirrors. Gabe sees Mara holding a gun to Phagan' head. ARAMOV You pitiful fool. You never realized what you got yourself into did you? PHAGAN Please, let me explain! ARAMOV The time for words has ended! (cocks gun) Dosvendanya, Phagan! Gabe acts fast. He rolls around the corner, shoots Mara's other calf. She is in shock for a moment, grabs her leg and falls. Phagan, seeing an opportunity, goes for her weapon, seizes it. The demeanor of Phagan has radically changed. PHAGAN Cocky little bitch. (points the gun at Mara) Poor, poor Mara. Did we lose something? Gabe's gun is on both of them. Mara curses in Russian, barely holding back her rage. LOGAN Back off, Phagan. You're coming with me. PHAGAN I beg to differ..Agent Logan. LOGAN (suspicious) How do you know my name? Phagan is still holding the gun to Mara. PHAGAN I hate surprises. Your Agency and their methods are nothing new to me. However, you are powerless to stop the future. A future that will undoubtedly belong to me. Phagan moves towards the wall, never taking the gun off Mara. Gabe's aim alternates from Phagan to Mara. PHAGAN Suppose I make you an offer. Let me escape, and I will help you instead. He aims at her head. PHAGAN And let me kill this specter of a human being. LOGAN First of all, I don't negotiate. Second, how are you going to shoot her if your hand is bleeding? PHAGAN (looking at his hand) What are you-- Gabe takes advantage, shoots Phagan's hand. He drops the gun, leans up against a wall for support. Gabe points the gun at Mara. LOGAN Don't even think about it. PHAGAN (screaming in pain) Unngh! Mara slowly reaches into her hair, pulls out a bobby pin. LOGAN Hold it. ARAMOV A woman cannot do her hair? LOGAN You don't qualify. Gabe is unaware of Phagan searching along the wall. PHAGAN (recovering) Stupid, stupid...you pathetic lackey. Do you have any idea of what you're into? Mara acts like she's doing her hair, flicks her wrist to reveal a needle from the bobby pin. Quick as a cat, she launches it at Gabe. It catches him in the arm, he winces in pain. Phagan takes the opportunity, presses a button. A panel opens behind him, he's outta there. Mara makes it to her feet to follow. Gabe's wounded, but Mara can't run. She falls and the door closes, Phagan's gone. Enraged, Gabe turns his wrath towards Mara, still on the floor. ARAMOV You are weak, Logan. You let that fool escape! Gabe points the gun at her. LOGAN Respect my gun or accept your demise. He hears the guards' shouts in the hallway. He roughly picks Mara up, and they make their way to the stairwell, going to the roof. Before going upstairs, he tosses a smoke grenade in the hall. Mara is ahead of him. Gabe returns fire at the pursuing guards. They make it to the roof, where the evacuation chopper awaits. EXT. ROOFTOP They make it inside. The roof door opens, numerous guards fire on the chopper. Lian returns fire. XING Do we need anything else from here? LOGAN No. PILOT Good. (flicking a switch on the control panel) Adios! (presses a button) The helicopter opens a compartment, drops down a solid black ball. The ball slowly drops to the rooftop, lands softly. INT. HELICOPTER The Pilot presses another switch. PILOT Hang on, people! The helicopter takes off. EXT. ROOFTOP A guard examines the ball. It's heavy, appears to have a face. One eye opens, another. A smile. BALL (AOL voice) Goodbye! The ball detonates. The explosion takes out the entire roof, lights up the night sky. FADE OUT. U.S.S. HQ 3, WASHINGTON D.C. FADE IN INT. MARKINSON'S OFFICE-NIGHT CNN reporter Ronnie Dixon give details on the strange explosion at the Pharcom Exposition Center. DIXON Ladies and gentlemen, this is a bizarre case, as their were no explosives on the roof. The whereabouts of Jonathan Phagan are also in question. *click*. Markinson is in his chair, hand on his lip, rolling his fingers. In front of him are Gabe and Lian. Someone's in trouble... MARKINSON (unpleased) Well. Do you two know anything about this? Both are silent. Markinson stands up, walks in front. MARKINSON I find your silence interesting. What's more interesting is how a stealth mission turns up as a special report on CNN!! LOGAN The exposure is my fault, sir. MARKINSON Yes, and it's also yours. (pointing to Lian) Dammit! LOGAN I did find where the leak was coming from. All the way at the top, it was... Markinson sighs, motions for Gabe to stop. MARKINSON Benton. Gabe's puzzled for a moment. MARKINSON I've known for some time he was playing both sides. But I needed to see who he was giving his information to. LOGAN (angry) How many missions did you send us on knowing we could get killed? MARKINSON You are valuable to me, Logan--but your knowledge of our operations is limited to what I tell you. We do whatever it takes. But... Gabe is still visibly angry, as is Lian. Markinson continues. MARKINSON Would any of you care to enlighten me on how I can see this mission as anything but a complete disaster? XING Yes sir. We did capture Mara and eliminate the mole. MARKINSON And let Phagan disappear. There's no point in going on about this... He walks around his desk, pushes a button on the phone. The two agents see this and sit. MARKINSON Is she ready to talk? SOLDIER(VO) Somewhat, she needs more persuasion. MARKINSON I see...send her-- (notices his agents sitting down) Excuse me. Markinson gives them a "get up" look. They comply. MARKINSON Send her in. SOLDIER VOICE On the way, sir. They wait a moment while Mara is being escorted to the office. LOGAN What's our next move? MARKINSON Depends on how much Mara is going to give up. But I have an idea of what she's going to say. LOGAN Any plans of telling me? MARKINSON No. The voice comes on. VOICE Security escort requesting access. MARKINSON Granted. The door opens, Mara limps in, thrown into a chair by her escort. He leaves the room. To say Mara is full of rage would be an understatement-her lip is also bleeding. She looks at Markinson. ARAMOV I will tell you nothing. MARKINSON Your resistance is amusing. He goes over to Mara, leans in front of her. MARKINSON Do you realize how extensive this agency's resources are? We officially don't exist. Our cleaning bill is bigger than most Fortune 500 companies. ARAMOV You think this scares me? You are sadly mistaken. He rises, walks over to the computer. MARKINSON I thought you might feel that way. So we checked up on you. The computer screen lowers, shows a five-year old playing in the garden. MARKINSON He's cute isn't he. This is an orphanage outside Moscow. Sound familiar? Mara is visibly shaken at this, refuses to budge. ARAMOV I know nothing. MARKINSON Tell you what I know-how strong a mother's love is for her son. Shall we test my theory? A rifle's sight goes on, targeting the boy's head. VOICE Target locked. Proceed? MARKINSON Imagine this child, so full of life and hope...cut down before he experiences the first grade, all because of his mother's allegiance to a terrorist. Mara is breathing hard, obviously breaking down. Markinson flashes a smug look. MARKINSON Follow my commands. Target the dirt six inches from the boy. The scope follows instructions. MARKINSON (to Mara) Now you're going to tell us everything. Every time I don't like a response from you, I order a shot. ARAMOV Bastard. You and Rhoemer are the same. MARKINSON Wrong. I know my enemy, you do not. Start talking. Why did Rhoemer attack Washington? Mara stares at her son for a moment, it's not a choice. ARAMOV Erich needed the final sequence of genetic codes from Pharcom. More specifically, Phagan would not give them to him, so he took them--under the cover of Girdeaux's sacrifice. MARKINSON He launched an entire operation to get some data? ARAMOV This should not surprise you, he wanted to cause some destruction to this hypocritical city as well. Gabe is disgusted. LOGAN Two birds with one stone. ARAMOV Exactly. Lian is repulsed, but still curious. XING Why didn't Phagan give him the codes? Actually, why did he give him funding to begin with? Mara smirks for a moment. ARAMOV He wanted to be revered. If Syphon Filter strikes, and only one company has a vaccine... LOGAN He'd be worth billions. For the love of money. ARAMOV You are in no position to criticize. When Phagan realized the true scope of Rhoemer's plan, he tried to pull out. He had to be eliminated. Gabe and Markinson are both amazed at Phagan's stupidity. MARKINSON For a rich guy, he wasn't too smart. Well, he's gone now. How big is Rhoemer's operation? ARAMOV Rhoemer's base is in Kazhakstan. It's an old Soviet base, with several sections added. XING Including a lab where he can construct the virus, right? ARAMOV Yes. The guards there were all personally trained by Girdeaux and Rhoemer. LOGAN What about the weaponry? ARAMOV It's a former Soviet military base. Figure it out. But there's a helicopter there. MARKINSON What kind? ARAMOV A Hind-D. The Agency computer reacts to the words "Hind-D". It pulls up a diagnostic of the lethal attack chopper. It floats on-screen while footage of the chopper in battle shows. Complete and total destruction. XING The devil's chariot... ARAMOV A gift from the base commander. It's been outfitted with a laser cannon, soldier lifts. LOGAN Remind me to put him on my Christmas list. ARAMOV (ignores comment) The final sequencing of the virus also occurs there. However, that is not the biggest problem. XING More good news? ARAMOV There is a missile silo beneath Warehouse 23. Perfect. Mara just smirks. LOGAN (wipes his face with his hand) This just gets better and better. MARKINSON Is it a nuclear missile? ARAMOV No, the nuclear components were removed. That silo is also where Dr. Yohannes is. LOGAN You said the final sequencing for the virus occurs there. Where exactly? ARAMOV Nowhere evident, I assume that the genetic codes are in the same place as the missile control room. He likes convienance. MARKINSON I'll bet. (mocking) "Get me some coffee while I launch this missile." Gabe takes in this information, while Lian thinks. XING Any other long-range missiles there? ARAMOV No. Just that one. But he was restructuring the missile to carry a master version of Syphon Filter. LOGAN (to Markinson) Well, that explains why he needed the genetic codes. He's going for genocide. ARAMOV (smiles) Oh yes. Thomas is in deep thought, wondering how he can resolve a possible holocaust. MARKINSON Hmm...alright. We can knock this out with one large strike force, but they can't move in with the Hind there. LOGAN I'll take care of those. Drop me in before and I'll disable it. I'll get the detonation codes off the missile's data port. MARKINSON I won't authorize that. You be alone and facing an army of Rhoemer's hardest soldiers, armed-- LOGAN (cuts him off) Nothing will stop me. I'm doing it. XING Well, if you're going, I'm backing you up. Mara, relieved, exhales. Markinson sees this, then has an idea. MARKINSON I agree, but there's someone else who's going with us. XING You can't be serious. LOGAN If she goes, I stay. MARKINSON Wrong again. She will accompany me in the back-up chopper. We'll be there waiting in case something goes wrong. LOGAN Fine. MARKINSON We leave immediately. Go suit up. Lian and Gabe leave. Mara then stands, walking fine. She walks over to Markinson, slaps his glasses off. ARAMOV (pointing to screen) What was the meaning of that? Markinson chuckles, then tells the computer MARKINSON End simulation. The image of the targeted boy disappears. MARKINSON Had to make it convincing. So, now the true phase begins. We just have to accompany them to make sure everything goes as planned. He picks up his shades. MARKINSON Too bad Phagan escaped, you should've killed him sooner. Markinson' phone rings. He picks it up, short conversation. He hangs up. MARKINSON He wants to see you. ARAMOV Good. The panel on the wall lifts, an elevator appears. Mara steps inside. Going up. Markinson hits a key on the phone. MARKINSON Ready the strike force, and alert our friend that we'll be operating on his turf. INT. TRANSPORT ROOM/TUNNEL 30 Black helicopters, all equipped with soldier- lifts. Agency personnel are all over the place, preparing for the operation. The two agents are by a helicopter waiting for their pilot. Both in Arctic camouflage gear, ready to take out Rhoemer once and for all. LOGAN What's taking him so long? XING Not sure, but he needs to hurry up. Dr. Zarro wanders around with a very large case, and spots Gabe. He motions for him to come over. DR. ZARRO Come here. I got something for you. Gabe is puzzled. He looks at Lian who is showing the same expression. He cautiously walks over to the Doctor. LOGAN What is it? The Doc pulls out a very large, futuristic-looking gun. Gabe looks at him like he's crazy. LOGAN Do I look like Wile E. Coyote? There's no way I'm going to haul that around! Zarro gives him a look. DR. ZARRO Please. There's no way any of your weapons will put a dent in a Hind-D if you wind up fighting one. The biggest machine gun in the world might make it sneeze. LOGAN Ok. But what is this thing? A fax machine? DR. ZARRO New weapon, untested. We call it a Wave-Rail gun. LOGAN A railroad gun? DR. ZARRO Very funny. See if you can handle it. Gabe takes it from Dr. Zarro. His arms feel the weight, a little heavy, but not unmanageable. DR. ZARRO About half the power of a rail gun, not to mention size. You can only fire three times in succession before it has to recharge. LOGAN (sarcastic) A real technological wonder. How long before I have to fire again? DR. ZARRO Roughly twenty seconds. He points to a light just above the handle. DR. ZARRO When it needs to charge, this light will turn red. He presses a button, the light goes red, then turns green. DR. ZARRO When it turns green again, feel free to fire. LOGAN I got it, no bullets? DR. ZARRO Nope, it draws energy from the core and focuses it into one-to-three concentrated shots. It should take around seven to nine bursts to bring that chopper down. LOGAN Anything else? DR. ZARRO Yeah, point straight. Gabe smiles. He slings the gun over his shoulder, walks back to the chopper. Gabe and Lian are at the chopper, ready to move out, when Mara walks up to the Chopper. LOGAN You're flying us in? ARAMOV Yes. And that is all, I have no wish to die there. Markinson walks in, ready to go. He's dressed in a trenchcoat. MARKINSON Okay. Logan, Lian, everything is set. Mara going to sneak you in, and you'll have to disable the outer perimeter defenses. Then the strike force will launch. LOGAN What about the Russians? MARKINSON They won't know something's going on until the shooting starts. We have to be in and out. They both nod. LOGAN Understood, Let's go. Markinson steps back, closes the chopper door. The chopper rises off the ground. INT. COCKPIT Mara pilots. Gabe and Lian are all strapped in. ARAMOV Get ready for the whiplash! She presses a button on the control panel. The chopper's engines shift around, becoming more like a plane. INT. TRANSPORT ROOM The helicopter turns towards the exit tunnel, blasts off with incredible force. Markinson hops into his chopper along with two guards. MARKINSON (to Squadron) Let's go! This operation began two minutes ago! The choppers take off. RHOEMER COMPOUND EXT. SNOWY ROAD, NIGHT The colder side of Russia. Snow, birch trees. A barely paved road leads to the base. Mara leads Gabe and Lian to the base entrance. She carries a white bag with their weapons. ARAMOV Remember, after I get you three in the base, my obligation is over. XING So where are you going? ARAMOV I have my own agenda to conduct. LOGAN No problem, but if it conflicts with ours, then I'll set an appointment for your head with my gun. Mara chuckles slightly. She is calm, and really doesn't need to reply. ARAMOV You truly have no idea of what you have stepped into. But time shall reveal all. Now silence, we're here. EXT. RHOEMER COMPOUND MAIN ENTRANCE The base is a throwback to the days of Communist Russia, unforgiving design, built for efficiency. If the stone walls warn you not to approach, the mounted missile launchers make it clear. Mara and her party approach the entrance on foot. The guard recognizes her immediately, opens the gate. EXT. JEEP She waves, walks over to one of transport jeeps. The guard notices her prisoners, goes to question her. GUARD Colonel Aramov! Who are they? ARAMOV Fools who dared defy me. I am taking them to the holding area. GUARD Very well. I will escort you. Mara suddenly punches him in the family jewels. The soldiers grimaces in pain. The two agents look a little shocked. ARAMOV (forceful) I need no help! GUARD (in pain) Y-yes, mistress. The guard limps off. Gabe looks at her. LOGAN Mara. ARAMOV (sultry) Yes? LOGAN You're as gentle as an earthquake. Mara believes this a compliment. She smiles. ARAMOV Thank you. Mara loads them in the back of the jeep. She' s in the driver seat. She drives through the base, points out the important parts. ARAMOV I'm driving you to the missile control site. You will need to disable the long range missiles and outer defenses. Gabe looks around at the base, notes the number of troops, escape routes, a helipad. An empty helipad. LOGAN Where's the Hind? ARAMOV (looking around) Hmm. He has moved it again. I'm not sure. LOGAN I feel better already. Where's the silo entrance? Mara points across to a warehouse that resembles an upright whale, mouth closed. ARAMOV Right there. You will need an access card, even I do not have one. XING Is it computer-controlled? ARAMOV I believe so. XING Then there is no spoon. Gabe looks at Lian with a smirk. Mara stops at the Missile Control building. She frees Gabe, gives him the equipment. ARAMOV Well, this is where I depart. I would wish you luck, but I do not wish to see you succeed. LOGAN No problem. Go break a leg. Mara shoots Gabe a look of scorn. He returns it, hops off. EXT. MISSILE STORAGE AREA A ramp leads down into a large building, complete with satellite dish. LOGAN (to Lian) I'm going in. You go and find a way into the silo. I'll disable the alarms and signal Markinson to move in. Lian looks at Gabe. XING You know that's not the plan. LOGAN We're improvising. I'll see you back here in 10. Lian's a little concerned but they go along with it. LOGAN Mara, drop her off. ARAMOV Very well. (to Lian) There shouldn't be many in the silo anyway. Gabe gives a last look to Lian. LOGAN Maybe we'll get a drink after this. XING (smiles, but determined) You know it. Mara drives off. Gabe sneaks into the gate. Visibility is low, but he notices two guards. 9mm time. He attaches a silencer, the gun says nothing as two bullets exit. He sneaks closer to the door, slowly opens it. EXT. SILO ENTRANCE Mara stops the jeep, Lian hops out. Mara looks to her. ARAMOV Don't have too much fun... XING I won't-trust me. She drives to the interior. Lian is right at the silo access panel, She pulls out her laptop, starts hacking. Unfortunately, her timing is horrible. INT. SILO Rhoemer, Maivik, several of his men walk towards the exit. THe madman's in a good mood. MAIVIK I shall take the Hind and survey the area. RHOEMER Good. I'm glad I entrusted the construction to you, You have done well. We will launch the missile immediately and complete our quest! (hears something) What is that? EXT. SILO ENTRANCE A second too late, Lian hears footsteps. The door opens. Four stern-looking men aim with cocked gun, itchy trigger fingers. Coming to the front is the one person she did not want to see. RHOEMER (to Maivik) Improve the security system. Maivik nods. RHOEMER Lian Xing. To whom do I owe the pleasure? He pulls her up roughly, smashes the lap-top with his foot. Rhoemer has one thing his adversary wants, his expression says it all. RHOEMER So...where is Logan? INT. MISSILE CONTROL BUILDING Gabe's inside the base, a maze of colored walls and armaments. He's around the corner from a patrol guard, several dead guards behind him. Gabe is about to scratch his trigger- The entire base goes on ALERT! The red lights spin overhead, creating an atmosphere of panic. LOGAN (whips out the HK-5) No point in stealth now! He runs around the corner, lets the guard have it. Gabe sees the Missile Control Room. He kicks open the door. INT. MISSILE CONTROL ROOM Three terrorists man the controls. They freeze when Gabe enters. LOGAN Don't move! Gabe shoots them all. They fall, controls undamaged. LOGAN Thanks. He runs over to the Missile Control panel to operate. The control screen comes up, Gabe hits a couple of keys-"System Shutdown" menu. "Enter". The base goes black for a moment. The defenses are off-line. EXT. 1/2 MILE FROM COMPOUND ENTRANCE The 200-strong strike-force awaits word to move. Markinson is in the back, an agent walks up. AGENT Their defense grid just went off- line, sir! MARKINSON Good. Move in now! The men obey, run towards the base. Markinson watches them move out, gets back into his chopper. The pilot is ready. MARKINSON Let's go, we have an appointment to keep. The chopper takes off to the west of the base. INT. MISSILE STORAGE HALLWAY Gabe is at the door, takes a quick look outside. No one there. He steps out, sees one lone guard smoking. He smirks, easy pickings. Head shot. The man crumples to the ground nosily. Another voice. TERRORIST Alexi! Turns out he wasn't alone. Five of his comrades run out, shocked at their friend's death. They all look at his assailant. Gabe's head nods- wassup. He fires a *CLICK*. No more ammo. Should he panic now? Nah. LOGAN (holds his hands up) Alright. I can explain... The terrorists fire at their target. He dives into the control room, grabs the Wave-rail gun-charged and ready. As they rush the door, he waits for them. Surprise. LOGAN This will hurt. He pulls the trigger. The gun vibrates, spews a lethal shot of pure energy. It's so fast, three terrorists can't even react. The impact of the shot improves Gabe's words true. The aura lingers, disappears. Gabe looks down at the gun in awe. LOGAN Nice... Two take cover behind a wall outside the room, thinking they're safe. Bad idea. Gabe fires at the wall. The pulse takes out everything, including a wall and two terrorists. He looks at the damage-all he can see are arms of two terrorists. One arm drops a gun. Logan's about to say something, doesn't. Just shakes his head. More terrorists coming. He sees the ladder to the roof, climbs up. INT. SILO LAUNCH ROOM The room is filled with electronics. Rhoemer's scientists prepare the final launch data. A monitor in the back shows the Syphon Filter missile, irresistible and calm. Lian's bruised, tied up. Rhoemer defends his base. RHOEMER (twitches teeth) What is the problem? Eliminate him now! I will not my dream ruined at it's pinnacle! Another soldiers' eyes widen at what he hears on his radio. TERRORIST Commander, there are men attacking the base! Our missile systems are all down! RHOEMER No...where is Dr. Yohannes? SCIENTIST I do not know. He has not been back for some time. RHOEMER Inconceivable! It matters not. Logan is first priority, find and kill him! Lian's mouth isn't bruised. XING Face it. He's gonna kick your ass when he finds you. Rhoemer looks at her for a moment. He calmly pulls out a knife, perfect throw to her leg. She grimaces, doesn't scream. Rhoemer enjoyed that. RHOEMER Anger management therapy. I feel better already- Lian's com-link interrupts them. LOGAN(VO) Lian! Where the hell are you? We have to get out of here! What goes around, comes around. He walks over, picks it up. EXT. MISSILE STORAGE ROOF Snow and debris cover the roof, bathed in lunar light. Terrorists pound on the roof entrance, fire from below as well. Gabe feels the pressure. He looks out, sees the firefight below. EXT. COMPOUND GROUNDS The attacking Agency men lock horns with the enemy. The firefight is somewhat even, both sides maneuver to gain the advantage. EXT. MISSILE CONTROL ROOF He tears his eyes away to shout into his com-link. LOGAN Lian, where are you!? Come in-- RHOEMER (VO) I'm sorry. You have reached a caller who is currently unavailable. Gabe's shock quickly turns to anger. LOGAN (angry) Rhoemer! Where is she? RHOEMER In good hands. LOGAN If you've hurt her- RHOEMER Too late. However, if she was your ride, don't worry. I've sent mine to help you! *TWIPTWIPTWIP* The harmony of rotating blades. He turns around. It's a sight that would make the Hulk become Mini-Me. The blades slowly rise above his position, until the chopper comes into full view. The Devil's Chariot, armed to the teeth. Maivik's behind the controls, shines the spotlight on Gabe. RHOEMER(VO) Grind his bones to powder! MAIVIK My pleasure. If Gabe were smart, he'd beg for his life. But he's mad. We're about to find out why no one pisses him off.. Maivik fires the machine guns, Gabe ducks for cover. He runs, barely avoids the bullets and hides behind the Satellite dish. Maivik sees this, laughs. INT. COCKPIT MAIVIK (readying missiles) A wall will not save you! He has the dish locked on, fires a missile. EXT. MISSILE CONTROL ROOF Gabe hears the missile launch, rolls to dodge it. Maivik fires again, clips his leg. He feels the pain, thrown to the side as the missile destroys his former hiding place. INT. COCKPIT Maivik's blinded for a moment, stops firing. He turns to the men in the back. MAIVIK Show him the error of his ways! The men hear his command, prepare to exit the chopper. EXT. MISSILE STORAGE ROOF Gabe thinks fast, acts faster. He runs towards the Hind-D, aims at the blades, fires once. Maivik dodges it partly, but it clips his wings. No effect? Only at first. Maivik ignores it, Gabe notices a portion of the wing is exposed. He readies to fire again-notices the hatch open. The men throw a rope down, slide to the roof. LOGAN Oh shit... Maivik immediately fires, sends Gabe running for cover. He hits "charge" on the gun, readies his HK-5 to deal with the men. Maivik flies off to help his comrades in the firefight. EXT. COMPOUND GROUNDS This fight's about to get Vlade Divac ugly. An agent is having great success against his foes, when he sees the Hind-D. He's in shock for moment, yells. AGENT Get back! It's the Hind--! The agent is cut down by the fire. The chopper wreaks complete havoc on the attacking agents. A group takes cover behind some barrels, Maivik targets it with the laser cannon. MAIVIK Foolish. The laser shoots a perfect beam, the barrels explode, killing the men. The tide turns, Maivik heads back to finish Gabe off. EXT. MISSILE STORAGE ROOF Two down, two to go. Gabe sees the Hind returning. He takes off, both men follow. Maivik approaches, firing at Gabe. The men chasing Gabe die by the barrage. Logan runs towards the side of the chopper, rolls under it. He flies over to make another pass. He gets his gun, still red. LOGAN (looks at gun) Not yet!? Maivik hovers for a moment. INT. COCKPIT Maivik targets the entire roof. Lock-On... EXT. MISSILE STORAGE ROOF Gabe looks out, realizes why is hasn't attacked. He runs for the edge of the roof. The missiles reach its' surface as he jumps. The missiles turn the roof into a fiery memory. Debris flies everywhere. A piece catches Gabe in the arm as he lands on the ground. Maivik is unsure if he got his target, makes a pass. He's hurt, but ducks out of sight. The gun light goes green. Payback time. He fires three times at the damaged wing and cockpit. INT. COCKPIT Maivik feels the impact, the machines guns to go haywire, shut down. "Turrets Disabled." Maivik is confused. MAIVIK What?! (presses button) Eat this! EXT. COMPOUND GROUND AREA Gabe runs under the chopper, almost gets cut in half by the laser. He stops mid-run, the beam fries a line in front of him. The cannon reacquires Logan as a target, fires again. He barely dodges the beam, jumping to the side. One of the missiles accidentally fires and strikes a different section of the base, causing another explosion. The laser cannon still gives Gabe problems, gun still recharging. Maivik makes another pass, wider arc. Gabe looks at the gun, it's ready. He aims at the cockpit, shoots once. His aim is true, stops it dead in the air. He advances, firing again. Another direct hit takes one of it's wings. INT. COCKPIT Maivik struggles with the controls. He has just enough time to see the Agent raise his gun. EXT. COMPOUND GROUND AREA Last shot. LOGAN Go back to hell! He fires. The shot hits the cockpit, turns the Hind into a mess of electronics and wings. It crashes towards him. Gabe easily moves, looks over to his left. Warehouse 23. LOGAN Rhoemer, remember Freedom Memorial? Gabe runs to the silo entrance, shoots through the lock, kicks the door down. INT. SILO Gabe, cautious, readies his HK-5. RHOEMER(VO) It is at hand! He walks down until he finds the Launch Area door. He walks in. sees the missile. INT. LAUNCH AREA-GROUND ZERO The mouth is open, the missile appears ready to launch. A small Launch room upstairs, out of the missile's path. No guards, only one person, female, tied to the missile. Lian Xing. LOGAN (concerned, shouting) Lian! Rhoemer appears at the back of the room. RHOEMER It appears we have a stand-off! LOGAN Wrong again, If I shoot your ass, it's over. Rhoemer is amused, points up. A GUN-MAN's over Lian. RHOEMER I will never understand how you can be so stupid. Weapons down. Gabe hesitates. The Gun-man sees this, steps on Lian's leg. She moans in pain. He looks at Gabe. He drops everything except his 9mm on his back. RHOEMER Good boy. you've improved a lot. It was wise of Markinson not to kill you. LOGAN What? You or him never had the chance. RHOEMER It's why I left. Do you know who's been pulling your strings? Gabe can't answer, he's confused. LOGAN What the hell are you talking about? RHOEMER How did I get in the country with all of my men? How'd I get to Benton? Even if I die, these questions will live. Gabe listens, rejects the idea. LOGAN You're full of shit. Benton had the integrity of a rat in a cheese circus. RHOEMER Your sense of humor never leaves. Unfortunately, I must. Rhoemer moves towards an elevator, a hall behind him. LOGAN What's the target, Rhoemer? He shows yellow teeth. RHOEMER Doesn't matter! Pleased, he rides the elevator up, RHOEMER The missile will launch in two minutes. You can either chase me, or watch her die. The choice is yours! He takes off down the hallway. Gabe turns to the Gun-man on Lian. GUN-MAN Don't move or I- Too Late. He falls, victim of a head-shot. Gabe runs to the ladder, climbs up to free Lian. She slides in to his arms. XING Thanks. LOGAN Hey, you owe me a drink. She smirks. They climb down. XING I'll get to the Launch room. There's probably no way to stop the launch unless we have the detonation codes. LOGAN Shit. It's probably down that hallway that Rhoemer ran down. XING Hmm, I might be able to open the door... They run to the Launch Room. A computer voice. COMPUTER Launch sequence activated. Two minutes until launch. The computer counts down in Russian. Gabe and Lian make it to the Launch room. INT. LAUNCH ROOM They rush in. Lian finds the main computer, quickly accesses the missile launch sequence. XING Cross your fingers. Let's see if this will work. She accesses the base's control system. XING Go get in position, I'll let you know when it's open. LOGAN I'll be waiting Gabe runs out of the room. Lian smiles. INT. CONTROL ROOM By a maze of computers, Rhoemer looks at one of his men. RHOEMER Launch now! GUARD But-! Rhoemer storms over, hits the Launch key. INT. LAUNCH AREA-GROUND ZERO He's halfway to the elevator, when he hears the computer counting down...from ten. LOGAN (looks up to the Launch room) Lian!? XING(VO) Find some cover! It's about to launch! COMPUTER (RUSSIAN) Ten...nine...eight...seven... Gabe looks frantically around the room. Launch room? Too far. The elevator? Isn't fast enough. He spots a rapidly closing door about 15 feet away. He sprints toward it. COMPUTER Five...four...three... The ground trembles as the missile boosters start-up. Gabe just makes it inside as the door closes. COMPUTER Two...one. Launch commencing! The Missile lifts off, slow at first, then accelerates, turning anything below it into cinder. INT. LAUNCH ROOM DOOR Gabe holds on as the missile shakes the floor. INT. LAUNCH AREA-GROUND ZERO The missile clears the roof, rises high into the sky. The door opens, Gabe stumbles out. He watches in horror as the missile rockets into the night. Lian radios him from the Launch room. XING Gabe, we can still stop it-you have a minute to reach the Main Control room! Gabe takes off towards the elevator. It rises, Gabe runs down the hallway. INT. LAUNCH AREA HALLWAY Lian gives Gabe information as he runs down the hallway. He has his HK-5, ready to give out pain. XING(VO) There's a mainframe computer at the back. Just put the com-link next to it, and I'll handle the rest. LOGAN I'm on it. Gabe reaches the Control room. INT. CONTROL ROOM The room has a maze of computers, several walkways on top. Ten of Rhoemer's men on patrol. They notice the intruder immediately. They fire. Gabe dodges the bullets, returning fire as he does so. He drops two, but the others' aim is good. Shot graze his thigh, shoulder. He winces, rolls forward. He's almost at the back. LOGAN Lian, get ready! I'm almost there! XING(VO) Hurry Logan, you have 15 seconds! Rhoemer's men don't let up. Gabe reaches the back, they run down at him. Gabe sees the Mainframe. He runs up to it, snatches his com-link, puts it next to the computer. It beeps. LOGAN Lian?! INT. LAUNCH ROOM Lian frantically accesses the information, sends the detonation code to the missile. The screen reads: "Code received" XING I've got it! EXT. ATMOSPHERE The missile explodes, creates impressive fireworks. INT. CONTROL ROOM Three more guards bite the dust. He hears Lian's voice through the link. XING(VO) The missile's destroyed, Logan. But that heat signature will be picked up by the Russians- LOGAN Not to mention NATO. I'm on my way! Two shots *ZING* past Gabe's head from behind. He takes out his gun and goes to work. Two head-shots. One of the men's vests has a gas grenade. Before he gets there, he hears a voice. RHOEMER Logan! Perish! He turns, sees Rhoemer. Sees Rhoemer's grenade launcher. See Gabe run. Rhoemer fires once, the shot impacts behind him, throws him forward. Gabe lands next to the body, takes out the grenade. Rhoemer closes in, fires again. The shot hits the wall where Gabe was. RHOEMER Die! Gabe readies his throw. Rhoemer approaches, looks around--his men are all dead, no sign of Logan. Gabe is behind a pillar, peeks. Rhoemer in his sights. He tosses a gun behind him, Rhoemer fires at the decoy. Gabe rolls out. LOGAN The gag's on you. He tosses the grenade. Rhoemer turns around, it catches him in the chest. On impact, it releases green nerve gas. The Leader grabs his throat, uttering one last word. RHOEMER Logan! (coughs) Logan...! He collapses, dead. Gabe slumps against the wall. He's become a walking candidate for Medicare, but his mission is finally over. He pats his chest once, points to the sky. LOGAN Rest in peace. Gabe hears a muffled sound-his com-link. He finds it amidst the rubble. XING(VO) Logan, Logan! Come in! LOGAN Mission accomplished, Lian. Let's go get that drink. XING Copy that, Logan. Gabe walks to the exit. He stops for a moment, looks around. LOGAN One more thing, Lian. XING Yes? LOGAN Where's Markinson? XING Not sure. Why? LOGAN Tell him I quit. She chuckles a little, he continues to the exit. FADE OUT FADE IN TO FOOTPRINTS IN THE SNOW EXT. 2 MILES AWAY FROM RHOEMER COMPOUND Footprints in the snow. They lead to Mara Aramov, plus one. YOHANNES What are we doing here? I thought you said you were here to help! ARAMOV Of course I am. (points to the sky) Here's our ride. A black helicopter comes down out of the sky and lands. YOHANNES I see. Very well. They get on. Markinson waits for them. INT. BLACK CHOPPER Once in the chopper, Mara gets on the video phone, speaks to Markinson's superior, LIONEL STEVENS. The pilot awaits orders to take off. STEVENS Well done, Agent Aramov. Phase two is looking good. Mara takes off her arctic gear...and a wig. Long blond hair falls down her shoulders. ARAMOV No problem. Always a pleasure for you--although I had to wear that wig for about 5 years too long. STEVENS I'll make it up to you. ARAMOV Absolutely, pasha. (presses lips to screen) That's till I get back. STEVENS That's my girl. ARAMOV What about Logan? STEVENS We're not finished with him yet. Report back to base for debriefing. The video screen goes dark, Mara relaxes. Markinson turns to Professor Yohannes. MARKINSON So you have the master data? YOHANNES Yes. (takes out a disk) There you go. MARKINSON Thank you. One more thing. YOHANNES Yes? Markinson puts a gun to his face, shoots twice. He pushes him out of the chopper. The pilot takes off. Markinson gets on his com-link. MARKINSON Begin phase two. Now. The helicopter takes off into the distance. THE END
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