[ferretchucker]

Sorry for the delay. :o

Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of a forest of sorts at night. The trees are without leaves and a sick yellow color and the soil is eerily dry. The camera focuses on a small ridge. The distant sound of an engine slowly approaches. Two engines. The calm atmosphere of the dead forest is suddenly broken as a motorbike leaps over the ridge, catching air. The rider, wearing only tattered shorts and a vest formed out of other pieces of clothes sewn together, shouts with joy and excitement as he crashes back to the ground. He is followed by another biker. This one has long, dark hair, and is wearing black jeans. They both carry on driving. The first one shouts.

Biker #1: Yo, Ang! Up ahead, 10 o'clock!

Angra: Go for it Newb!

They speed on, going over the ridges. In the distance one of the large birds that carried Ferretchucker off sets down at the top of a steep rock face. Newb holds his hands up and both bikes skid to a halt around 300 yards from the face.

Angra: This is your call.

Newb: Torches, definetely.

The men step off their bikes and reach in to the back storage compartments. Newb gets out two large torches whilst Angra assembles a sniper rifle of sorts. As Angra positions the gun, Newb glares at him.

Newb: Whoa, whoa. This is my call, so it's my kill.

Angra: Bitch...

He hands over the gun and Newb gives him the torches. Angra turns them on and the bright beams reach the bird who is illuminated by the moonlight. It spins it's head and lets out a piercing "caw". It flaps it's wings menacingly. Angra persists with the torches. The bird jumps off the ledge and begins gliding towards them.

Angra: Looks like we got a twenty footer...you sure you got this?

Newb: Oh yeh...it's mine.

The bird gets closer and closer.

Angra: Now?

Newb: No...not yet...not yet...

The bird opens it's gaping beak to show serrated rows of jagged teeth. It's long tongue is partially forked.

Newb: NOW!

He pulls the trigger but at that moment the bird swoops around, baring down on Angra who jumps back. The bird's talons don't catch him, but instead knock in to his face, cracking his nose.

Angra: FUCK!

Newb spins and fires the gun again. This time it makes contact. The bird's left wing explodes in blood and feathers. It's bright green eyes widen as it shrieks with pain.

Newb: This is ridiculous!

Angra: Just kill it, you douche!

Newb fires again at the bird as it struggles to get back off the floor. This time he hits it's right foot just as it takes off. It falls to the floor again, but is still very much alive. Newb tries to shoot again.

Newb: Out of ammo!

Angra: Do something!

Newb grabs on of the torches runs up to the bird. He smashes it into the creature's neck. It yells, and he hits it again. On the third time he cracks the skull. It squeals a bit, then goes limp. Angra picks himself up off the floor and limps over to the bird, giving Newb a scornful look. He puts on a mocking voice.

Angra: "I got this" "Not yet...not yet" WHAM! All our ammo...one of the wings is unsellable, that's our money halved...

He looks at the smashed torch.

Angra: One of our torches gone...and I need medical help.

He wipes blood from his nose and winces. It's clearly broken.

Newb: Sorry?

Angra erupts and kicks Newb's bike over.

Angra: SORRY!? You're fucking sorry?! Jesus, Newb, how hard is it?One swift shot to the back.

He signals to the bird's large protruding spine.

Angra: How do you miss that?!

Newb hangs his head.

Angra: Well, that's a trip to The Cave tonight, then.

Newb: HDC? Nah, wouldn't go there tonight. One of my riverman mates had a tip off. There's a branch of Tekkies planning a storm on it. Been in the works for months.

Angra: Great! We'll just have to go back to the shed. You get to carry this thing.

Cut to a brief shot of Angra speeding ahead of Newb who is looking rather disgruntled. Behind him, tied to the back of the bike by a thick rope, is a large bundle wrapped up in a thick tarp. Cut back to HDC. Flayed and V run out of the small office. They're at the top of some scaffolding with stairs leading to the rest of the cave. People are screaming and running around. Groups of men and women in pseudo futuristic suits are setting things on fire and beating people senseless. They wield long metal spears and a few have guns. One of them shoots at V before an unseen protector takes him out with a throwing knife. The man who warned them of the attack jumps down from the scaffold.

Flayed: Who are these?!

V: Tekkies...I'll explain later- FRIDAY!

The man who warned them of the attack looks up at them.

V: Is everyone soundchecked?

Friday13thFan: I believe so, sir!

Into the cave a group of men wearing metal suits rush. Chronogrl throws open a hatch at the floor just in front of them and shoots at their legs. Some of them fall down and another quickly jumps. He lands on top of the hatch and drives a spear down in to it. Another group of tekkies run out into the room carrying various computers, walkie talkies and one even has a microwave. The man who jumped on the hatch looks up at V. This man has a long black thick coat on over a bullet proof vest. He also has a black, tattered hat and round glasses. This man is Doc Faustus.

Doc Faustus: Tell your people to surrender! We just want what is rightfully ours!

V: Give over! You really think that's gonna work.

Doc Faustus: It is owed to us! His divine light came to me, he showed me the way!

V: I strongly urge you to leave.

Doc Faustus: So you will not come quietly? So be it...

He takes an object around the size of a felt tip marker from his pocket. It's solid chrome in appearance.

Doc Faustus: Three years ago, one of the heavenly stations blew up. The explosion could be seen quite clearly.

Flayed speaks up.

Flayed: China 4, a weapon developing ship. A malfunction with the black fusion room.

Doc Faustus: Ah, so you have an intelligent one here now, V? You would make an excellent Tekkie, my friend. Now, after the explosion there was some debris. A gift to us...a solid crate of these babies were found in Mexico, I payed a great deal for them. They have these strange marking along the side, but I just call them metal molotovs.

He smiles slightly as he twists the top off the device revealing a red button. From the other side, a bright flame ignites. The chrome suddenly falls off revealing transparent glass. Inside, the device is filled with fuel. Doc throws it at the base of the scaffolding and instantly it lights up. Flayed and V rush back into V's office and close the door.

V: Bastard Tekkies...

Flayed: What the hell are Tekkies?!

V: Religious fanatics for technology, now put these on!

He thrusts some large ear defenders in to Flayed's hands. There are small flashing lights and wires attached. It has clearly been meddled with.

V: Now! You'll need them.

Flayed puts them on and turns back to V who has opened a draw at one of the filing cabinets. The room is beginning to heat up. V tears something that looks like a broken remote control from the cabinet. He rushes to the side of the wall which is covered in a sheet of wood with plenty of loose wires. He pulls one of them and attaches it to a metal prong on the device he's holding, then does the same with another wire. He them presses three of the buttons of it. Cut to outside the room where the tekkies and residents of HDC are fighting brutally. Not many dead, but plenty injured. Chronogrl has emerged from the hole in the ground, he shoulder bleeding somewhat.

Doc Faustus: Yes! Yes, get everyth-AHHHHH!

He clasps his hands to his ears, as do all the other tekkies. They fall to the floor in anguish. Doc looks up at V's office and his face contorts with rage.

Doc Faustus: This isn't over!

He waves his hand to signal everybody to leave. All the tekkies drop what they're holding and run out as fast as they can, still squealing in pain. V's voice sounds over the intercom.

V: Please allow our esteemed guests to leave their nearest exit. They couldn't be trusted if we kept them hostage. But feel free to rough them up a bit on the way.

Cut to a shot of all the tekkies fleeing into the wastes. Cut back to V's office. Outside, the fire is clearly being extinguished from the sounds. Flayed is taking off his ear protectors as V puts back the device which set the sound. He looks at Flayed.

V: Now, where were we?

Ending credits roll.