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In today's chapter from NOWHERE GIRLS, Homeland Security agents April Street and Cherry Nation mow down Honey Almond's operatives deep down in her underground lair, and then take off after her, hot on her trail ...
INT. HONEY'S UNDERGROUND LAIR - COMMAND CENTER - NIGHT
Honey motions to Monsterburg.
She trots over toward a steel door
in the corner of the room.
Puts her hand on a touch pad.
The door THWIPS open --
and Honey and Monsterberg
DASH into the opening and disappear --
Just as Cherry and April appear in the opposite doorway.
Each with twin Uzis.
Nobody MOVE, DROP YOUR WEAPONS, NOW.
You’re UNDER ARREST.
A pair of ARMED GUARDS raise their rifles at them.
UGLY ARMED GUARD
Cherry SCREAMS. Starts firing,
SPRAYING the room with bullets.
April lets loose with a WAR CRY, starts FIRING.
The Uzis RIP everyone apart.
Blood, brains and limbs go FLYING --
The girls keep SHOOTING.
Honey’s commandos and techs bodies
JERK like puppets in the air,
then HIT the ground, dead.
THWUMP, THWUMP, THWUMP.
Cherry and April stop firing. Look around.
April points at the open doorway.
She went thataway, c’mon --
April starts moving. Cherry stays put.
I’ll catch up with you. First I gotta find my KIDS.
April looks at Cherry. Nods.
Call me on the walkie --
Go get ‘em, sis.
Righteous kill, BABY --
And she DASHES off down the tunnel.
EXT. MANN’S CHINESE THEATER - NIGHT
The place is a zoo. Word has gotten out to the media,
and now a hoard of NEWS VANS and
CURIOUS ONLOOKERS have joined
the throng of SQUAD CARS and SWAT TRUCKS.
A hoard of COMMANDOS in riot gear STORM into the theater.
Sunday and Max strap on kevlar vests. Put on helmets.
Look at the madness around them.
God-DAMMIT. Fucking fourth estate --
What’s 'fourth estate?'
Then why didn’t you just say the media?
Pardon me for going to HARVARD.
I’m sorry. Kinda tired.
These late nights are getting kinda old --
Now stop your whining
and lets go get us some
criminal mastermind ASS.
NOW you’re talking.
They start for the entrance to the theater.
After this is over, whattaya say
we go somewhere and celebrate?
EXCUSE ME for going to community college --