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In today's blistering chapter from your favorite spy thriller NOWHERE GIRLS, evil black ops spook Honey Almond, deep in her underground lair beneath Mann's Chinese Theater, gets the news that agents Cherry Nation and April Street have eluded their captors, and she is NOT pleased ...
INT. HONEY’S UNDERGROUND LAIR - OFFICE - NIGHT
Honey sits at her desk, watches a stream of data on the computer monitor.
Pours a shot of whiskey. DOWNS it.
Leans down, HONKS up a fat line of coke.
Rock Vargas stands in the doorway.
I have some -- news, chief.
Honey WHIRLS around.
Stares at him.
Eyes burning brightly.
What the FUCK happened?
Don’t shoot the messenger --
What the fuck HAPPENED?
The FBI -- beat us to the target.
WHAT? How did that HAPPEN?
Perverted sonofabitch --
Bugs texted me.
It seems Bag-man picked up
an assistant on the way,
which slowed down his approach --
Honey LEAPS up.
GRABS a paperweight off the desk.
THROWS it at the wall.
It HITS the plaster, CRACK.
That LOSER. GODDAMMIT.
I know, I know, I know --
So tell me the fuck what HAPPENED.
Uh, Bibi got shredded into chunks in sauce --
and Street and Nation got away.
Cocks her head.
Eyes blinking madly.
Well, at least it’s not ALL bad news.
I’ve taken the liberty of diverting
The Bagger onto Street and Nation --
Just wanted you to know.
Close the door.
Rock does. Looks at her. Quizzical.
What did you want to talk about, chief?
Honey walks over to him.
Puts her hand on his crotch.
Shut the fuck up, Jason Bourne
and give me your ultimatum.
Long and hard.