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In today's chapter from your favorite spy thriller NOWHERE GIRLS, while agents April Street and Cherry Nation wait for assistance from black ops spook Simon Cain, evil mastermind Honey Almond plots her next move, deep in her underground lair ...
INT. SERGE’S MOTOR HOME - NIGHT
Serge and Cherry survey the damage.
Cherry points to the communication center,
now riddled with bullet holes.
We’re FUCKED. No more intel --
It’s not a total loss. I still have my laptop --
April comes out of the bathroom.
Walks over to them.
Simon’s on his way.
The Black Widow scores again.
Well, didn’t you dump HIM?
And now he’s racing to the rescue?
Cherry, they have your CHILDREN.
And in case you didn’t notice,
we were almost just KILLED.
We’re the most wanted women on THE PLANET,
and there’s nothing WRONG about asking for HELP.
You’re right, I’m sorry.
I guess I’m a little -- stressed.
It’s human nature to go to ex-lover for help.
It’s comfortable. Familiar.
So while we wait for your friend,
we need to move to another location.
And you two need to transfer the intel
on the hard drive onto my laptop.
Are you always so CALM?
I’m French --
INT. HONEY’S UNDERGROUND LAIR - COMMAND CENTER - NIGHT
Honey walks by a row of OPERATIVES at their work stations,
monitoring intel on their computer screens.
What do you mean you’ve LOST CONTACT?
Bugs doesn’t answer.
Neither does The Bagger.
Complete radio silence.
Well, maybe they’re in the middle of a GUNFIGHT?
Ever thought of THAT?
Yes, Sir. But I’ve been trying for over an hour,
and according to my statistics,
the average exchange of gunfire
lasts for ten-point-two minutes.
I’m afraid they’ve been terminated, Sir.
She pulls a GLOCK from under her jacket.
Points it at him.
His eyes bug out. About to faint.
We’re short enough on man power as it is.
Honey lowers the gun. Holsters it.
Yeah. I got an email from HR about that --
I think we should send in another operative.
No shit, IDIOT. I’m THINKING.
Perhaps we could send -- Shao Lin?
Shao Lin? Interesting choice.
Mixed martial arts expert.
Advanced marksman --
She finished that op at the brothel in DC.
Now taking a breather in --
(swipes his I-phone)
Guess she’s doing the studio tour thing.
She’s right nearby.
And she still has the two assistants?
(looks at phone)
Uh -- they’re now incognito
as part of a tour group of Japanese students,
but they can be deployed immediately.
Call her, IMMEDIATELY.
Death by sweet and sour.
Has a nice ring to it.
Me kill you long time --