Happy Monday, crime-stoppers! It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side. A place where unspeakable acts of depravity are always on the menu ... at That Killing Feeling.
In today's chapter from NOWHERE GIRLS, Homeland Security agents Cherry Nation and April Street are on the lam after being set up by terrorists at the White House, and are now being followed by black ops spook The Bagger ... who is about to attack their 'safe house on wheels' ...
INT. SERGE’S MOTOR HOME - NIGHT
Serge drives, cigarette dangling on his lip.
Cherry rides shotgun. Watches the scenery out the window.
April sits on a built-in couch on the wall behind them.
Pulls out her cell. Punches a number. Listens.
Feets don’t fail me now --
Simon, it’s me, April. Pick up.
EXT. HOUSING PROJECT - AT THAT MOMENT
A group of COMMANDOS IN BLACK take position
around the perimeter of a burned-out apartment block.
Looks abandoned, except for a dim light glowing on the second floor.
Leading the charge is a tall, rugged, good-looking bloke.
Meet SIMON CAINE (30), Brit ex-pat.
If Clive Owen and Daniel Craig had a love child, he’d be it.
Lady killer deluxe. Three-day stubble.
Piercing blue eyes glint with machismo smarts.
Right now he’s checking his weapon.
SHOVES in a clip, CHINK.
His cell VIBRATES in his pocket.
He pulls it out.
Shit. Not now --
(looks at the number)
April. It’s not a good time --
Sorry to bother you, Simon --
but it’s an emergency --
I know. I saw it on the news.
What the fuck?
I’m in the middle of something.
Call you back in fifteen.
You’re on an op?
About to take out a terrorist cell.
Compton? 'Taliban in the Hood?'
Don’t have time for witty banter, babe.
Call you back.
He CLICKS his phone shut.
The commando next to him smiles.
Don’t tell me. Your ex?
Bitch left me, but won’t leave me alone.
'The spy who dumped me.'
Funny, Brub. C’mon, let’s do this.
(pulls out his walkie)
Green fox, you in position?
Let’s take the towel-heads to the cleaners,
INT. SERGE’S MOTOR HOME - MOVING - AT THAT MOMENT
April CLICKS her phone shut. Stares at it.
(over her shoulder)
He’s on an op. Said he’d call me back.
Just then, a metal cannister
FLIES DOWN from the ceiling.
HITS the floor.
A cloud of GREEN SMOKE starts BILLOWING.
What the FUCK?
What’s going on?
We’re being ATTACKED.
Serge turns the wheel, turns off onto the shoulder. Stops.
OUTSIDE ON THE FREEWAY
The Bagger pulls over behind them.
Got you now, me pretties --