M Hype-5: Season One

[Cmill216]

You all are just impatiently waiting for your individual sex scenes.

 

[DBella]

You all are just impatiently waiting for your individual sex scenes.

Busted.
I'm waiting for mine with myself.

 

[Byrd Man]

You all are just impatiently waiting for your individual sex scenes.

Hank Byrdmann getting his swerve on?....hell ****ing yes.

 

[Cmill216]

Hank Byrdmann getting his swerve on?....hell ****ing yes.

And you get to pick the lady!

 

[Sebastos]

Busted.
I'm waiting for mine with myself.

Can I watch?

*waits*

 

[Cmill216]

New chapter tonight! ZOMGZ!

 

[Byrd Man]

THE END IS NIGH!!!

 

[Alex The Great]

i wanna get killed in this thing. canm i be some minor character that some one offs?



guess it's kinda late but oh well. pwetty please with a grat big cherry on top?t:

 

[Cmill216]

When I bump the casting thread for the next episode, you can take a look at one of the parts and decide if you want one. Some parts are pre-determined and given to certain posters, but for minor parts you're more than welcome to get in on the action.

 

[Spider-Man Luvr28]

Hawt.

 

[Alex The Great]

awseme


Now post the chapter you bum

 

[Cmill216]

EPISODE 3, CHAPTER 2

DAY 1 - 10:42PM

It's a wet night on the outskirts of New Hype City, one of the seediest and most infamous urban areas in the entire UHK. The streets are aligned with rundown apartment buildings, liquor stores, and pawn shops. Corner drug deals are as commonplace along the sidewalks as fire hydrants.

A black sedan sits parked outside a vacant apartment building, its windows covered with rain droplets. Inside, Bella Daniels holds a black high tech camera with a zoom lens and stares straight down the street, her eyes focused tightly on a woman walking slowly down the rain drenched sidewalk. Bella turns her head to the right to notice a long black stretch limo stroll down the road beside her. The limo slows as it approaches the woman along the street, eventually stopping directly beside her.

Bella adjusts herself in her seat and points the camera in the direction of the girl and the passenger side of the car.

BELLA: Okay, let's see what's on the menu tonight, Mr. Morg.

She snaps a couple of photos of the license plate, and even more photos of the woman's face and wardrobe, which consists of a tight blue halter top, an extremely short denim mini-skirt, and red leather boots.

The woman enters the limo and dips out of Bella's line of sight, and the limo begins driving off. Bella places the camera down on the passenger seat, starts up the car, and begins to follow behind.

**********
DAY 1 - 10:31 PM

On upper west side of Miscfilms City, Tzarinna sits in her apartment in front of her laptop with the window of her e-mail inbox up on the screen. Norman is standing just behind her, looking at the monitor. Tzarinna moves the cursor over the Hal Woods message and hovers over it. She's hesitant to click on it.

TZARINNA: I don't know. What if it's loaded with something? A bug, a virus?

NORMAN: I can have Aster sweep through the message, and....

TZARINNA: NO! No one else can be involved in this, I told you that.

NORMAN: I understand that, Tzar, but if we don't open this e-mail we can't get anywhere closer to figuring out who's behind this.

TZARINNA: There has to be someway we can track the address without opening the e-mail.

NORMAN: Well, I mean, we can. But if the thing is cloaked well enough it could take a while. And quite frankly, if this whole situation is as serious as you say it is, I'm not sure time is our best friend at the moment.

TZARINNA: So what do you suggest we do then?

Norman sighs.

NORMAN: Look, let me talk to Aster....

Tzarinna groans.

NORMAN: (continues) He'll keep his mouth zipped on the matter if I tell him to. But the fact of the matter is, he can get us all the information on this we need.

Tzarinna shakes her head and wraps her hands around her neck, massaging it.

TZARINNA: I just.....

NORMAN: We'll get to the bottom of this. I promise.

Tzarinna sighs and nods her head. Norman buttons the bottom of his coat and walks out.

*********
DAY 2 - 12:32 AM

Norman returns to his apartment and enters his bedroom. He takes off his coat and throws it onto a nearby chair. He plops down onto his bed and stares at a picture frame that's lying face down on his nightstand. He picks it up and looks at it. It's the picture of him with a woman standing in front of a chapel. He's wearing a tuxedo, she's wearing a long, white wedding gown. Norman runs his thumb across her face.

Suddenly Audrey appears in Norman's bedroom doorway. Norman looks up, sees her, and places the photo back down on the nightstand.

AUDREY: I heard you come in.

NORMAN: Sorry, did I wake you?

AUDREY: No, not at all. Just catching up on some reading.

She points at a copy of Jane Eyre in her left hand.

AUDREY: So how was your day? Take a bullet for anyone?

Norman grins.

NORMAN: Not today. But I'm sure that's on the agenda first thing tomorrow.

AUDREY: So what's it like? Being a.....

NORMAN: (abruptly) Bodyguard?

AUDREY: Yeah.

NORMAN: Boring, really. Gotta keep your head on a swivel, sure, but it's usually not very exciting. Pays well, though, so I can't sit around and complain too much about it.

AUDREY: True.

NORMAN: What about you? I can't imagine spending an entire day here and not going completely insane.

AUDREY: I spent most of it on the phone. Checking in at the office, getting updates. Apparently the paparazzi are staking out every five star hotel in the country, thinking I'm spending time away from the house. Made a few calls to Calvin's family regarding the funeral arrangements.

Her head sinks a tad.

NORMAN: How are you feeling?

AUDREY: It's starting to settle. Realizing he's gone.

She fights back a tear.

AUDREY: It's hard. A week ago, we were picking out decor for the reception. And now...

She can't finish the sentence.

NORMAN: It's amazing. You go through your life....well, life as you know it at this point.....thinking you'll never meet someone who shares the same feeling you do. The same pain. And then.....this.

A look of confusion passes over Audrey's face.

AUDREY: What....what happened?

Norman looks down at the picture frame, the memories racing through his head.

Out of nowhere, Norman's cell phone rings from his coat pocket, breaking the moment. He hesitates to answer it, but eventually gets up from the bed and walks over to his coat. He picks it up, finds his phone, and answers it.

NORMAN: Yeah?

On the other end, Bella is riding in her black sedan with her right hand on the wheel and left hand with her phone to her ear.

BELLA: Hey, I've got an update on the hooker lover front. Is this a bad time?

Norman sighs, and looks up at Audrey. He looks back down.

NORMAN: No, no it's not. Give me a second.

He places the phone down to his hip.

AUDREY: Um, I'll let you....

NORMAN: I'm sorry...it's.....

AUDREY: I understand. I'll....see you in the morning, Ben.

She gives him a smile and exits.

Norman puts the phone back to his ear.

NORMAN: Go ahead.

BELLA: Who was that? Sounded like a....

NORMAN: A friend. From college. She's....dealing with some issues, so she's spending the night here.

BELLA: Hmm. Such an upstanding citizen, Norm, you know that?

NORMAN: So what's the problem?

**********
DAY 2 - 8:55 AM

Inside the main meeting room of M Hype-5 headquarters, Hank Byrdmann is flanked at the table by Norman, Bella, Hunter, Tzarinna, and Aster. Bella places a collection of photos in the middle of the table. She points at a particular pair of images.

BELLA: These are some of the prime shots I got last night. The license plate, the girl outside.

She points to another pair of photos.

BELLA: I got these as Morg was walking into the hotel room. Now, check this out.

She points back at the original set of photos.

BELLA: Take a look at the girl's dress. Halter top, boots. Typical prostitute garb, right Hunter?

HUNTER: (sarcastically) Hilarious.

BELLA: Now, take a look at these photos.

She points back to the latter set. The woman is exiting the limo and is now wearing a black blouse and long business skirt.

BELLA: Different clothes.

HUNTER: He made her change in the car?

NORMAN: So no one could tell she was a hooker.

BYRDMANN: Okay, so he's bringing these women into this hotel. That's good. We need an activity log. Let's find out if he's staying in a particular room. And if so, we bug the hell out of it.

BELLA: What about the limo? We can take the license plate, find out if he's been using the same one.

BYRDMANN: Yes. And if he is, bug that too. We need as much mud on this guy as humanly possible.

NORMAN: What about his connections to the Haydelishas? This could be a potentially tricky dilemma if we don't know the depths to which he's rooted in their network. Do we have any background on all of that?

BYRDMANN: Tzarinna, what's the status on our research on that front?

TZARINNA: Um......well....um...I've been working on that. It's taking some time to....

BYRDMANN: (sternly) Well, let's work faster please.

Tzarinna's head slowly sinks down.

BYRDMANN: I'm off to meet Moore Fire, update him on our progress on this matter. Let's get to it, people.

The team disburses from the meeting room. Tzarinna rubs her hands against her forehead in frustration as she returns to her desk. As Aster begins heading back to the tech room, Norman stops him.

NORMAN: Hey, Aster, can you do me a favor?

ASTER: Sure, anything, Norman.

NORMAN: Look, I need your complete discretion on this one. No one can know about this. You report what you find back to me, and me only. I just need to keep this under wraps until I'm certain about what we're dealing with.

ASTER: Yeah.....okay, sure. What's up?

NORMAN: I need a trace on a particular e-mail address. The IP, physical location, whatever you can get it. It's important.

ASTER: Yeah, sure. What's the address?

NORMAN: [email protected]

ASTER: Okay, I'll see what I can come up with.

NORMAN: Thanks, Aster.

Norman walks off.

**********
DAY 2 - 11:43 AM

Inside the United Hype Kingdom's Capitol Building, Hank Byrdmann enters the office of Moore Fire. It's a large room, covered with 18th century Italian paintings and furniture made of fine oak wood. Fire is on the phone, and looks up to see Byrdmann walk in. He gestures for Byrdmann to sit down.

FIRE: (on the phone) Yes, so tell him it'll take all the force necessary to help them out. We don't have time to play games with people's money, so he needs to make a decision swiftly or he'll have to find someone else to save his hide. I've got someone in the office, so I will talk with you about this later. Have a good one.

He hangs up the phone.

FIRE: Hank, Hank, Hank. What can I do for you today? Trouble at the old yard?

Byrdmann grins.

BYRDMANN: Well, if trouble ever arises you're the last person I'd ever come to see.

FIRE: (laughs) Blame my father for my demeanor. The man truly lived up to the last name.

BYRDMANN: I come bearing gifts, as a matter of fact.

Byrdmann pulls out a red folder from his coat and hands it to Fire. Fire opens the folder and stares down at the photos from the surveillance on Morg.

FIRE: Ah, yes. Our dirty little judge.

BYRDMANN: Obviously no money shots, as they say, but we are working on that. We should be able to bring you the evidence you need within the next couple of days.

FIRE: Good. Progress. I like it. I would rather you and your team focus on more urgent matters like the occasional foreign lunatic, but this is a matter that may become more alarming as time passes.

BYRDMANN: We're trying to uncover how deep Jacob Morg is within the Haydelisha group. Our research department has been a bit slow on the job on that one....

FIRE: Tzarinna Raines is your head of research, yes?

BYRDMANN: Yes. And she does a wonderful job. As of late, though, I must say her performance has been a bit lacking. I feel like she's distracted by something. By what, I don't know.

FIRE: Then she needs to be undistracted. I don't need to remind you that these are difficult times, Hank. I need your agents to be as focused on their individual tasks as humanly possible, sans exterior issues. You need to figure out whatever has gotten her into this....."rut" and snap her out of it. Or....

BYRDMANN: Or?

FIRE: Or she can cease to be a member of the intelligence service.

Byrdmann reluctantly nods his head in acknowledgment, and exits Fire's office.

**********
DAY 2 - 12:01 PM

Tzarinna sits at her desk, typing rapidly on her computer. Her dark brown hair is frizzled, and her eyes are heavy with slight bags. Norman approaches her desk and speaks to her in a low tone.

NORMAN: I need to ask you something. How well did you know Hal Woods?

TZARINNA: Wait.....wait, what?

NORMAN: Woods. You said you knew him? How?

Tzarinna sighs.

TZARINNA: I was a trainee here. At M Hype-5. Hal was still working as one of the figureheads of the defense branch supervising us. He visited the grid one day, and happened to.....take a liking to me.

Norman raises an eyebrow.

TZARINNA: We went out for a drink or two. And.....

NORMAN: So you two.....hung out....for....some....time?

TZARINNA: If that's the way you'd like to put it, yes. We kept it under wraps. I don't think his superiors or my superiors would have taken it too well.

NORMAN: And he trusted you with all of this information on the weapon?

TZARINNA: It was almost as if I somehow became his confidant. He would tell me all of these things; confidential details. Things that were nagging him about the service as a whole. He didn't agree with many of the approaches the government took on certain matters. He would always talk about.....the lies....and the deceit at the top. The pressure just ate at him.

NORMAN: The report says he died of heart failure.

TZARINNA: We had stopped seeing each other after he resigned. I tried to call him, but he'd never answer. It was like he disappeared. Then one day I finally tracked him down, only come to find out.....he had passed away the day before. His family, whatever he had left, was notified. And apparently he was cremated. And that was the last I heard.

As she finishes her last statement, Aster approaches the pair with a sheet of paper in his hand.

ASTER: Norman, can I see you in private?

NORMAN: Sure.

The two walk away from Tzarinna's desk. Aster lowers his voice.

ASTER: Got the trace for you.

NORMAN: What did you find?

ASTER: Well, I had to sift through a few proxies, trace the routes on those proxies, and then tie together a few digits from....

NORMAN: (interrupts) And what did you get?

ASTER: Um, well, an address, actually.

NORMAN: A physical address? Exact location?

ASTER: (confidently) I try my best.

Aster hands Norman the sheet.

NORMAN: You're a godsend, thank you.

ASTER: Is there anything I need to know about....

NORMAN: (interrupts) No, no. Not at all. That's all I needed. But thanks again.

Norman watches as Aster walks off back to the tech room. With the sheet in hand, he then turns and walks back to Tzarinna's desk.

TZARINNA: What did he find?

NORMAN: An address. Let's go.

**********
DAY 2 - 1:09 PM

Riding in a dark blue sedan, Norman and Tzarinna pull up in front of a small project building on the northeast side of Miscfilms City.

TZARINNA: Is this it?

Norman stares at the sheet in his lap.

NORMAN: (reads) "1964 Dillon Avenue."

He looks at the building.

NORMAN: This is the place. Look, I'd like you to stay in the car. I don't....

TZARINNA: I really don't think you're going to make me stay in this car.

Norman raises an eyebrow and grins.

NORMAN: Fair enough. You've had field training. Carry yourself accordingly.

The two proceed to exit the car and enter inside the building.

They make their way through a hallway on the third floor.

TZARINNA: Did he give you a specific room?

NORMAN: He said it came from an ethernet port in room #303.

As he says this, the two reach the door to room #303.

NORMAN: You ready?

Tzarinna subtly gulps, then nods her head. Norman knocks on the door.

A good ten seconds pass, and there's no response. Norman knocks again.

Still no response. He reaches for the doorknob and tries to turn it......it's surprisingly loose. He looks at Tzarinna, and the two share a look of puzzlement. Norman reaches for his .9MM pistol and pulls it out from its holster.

He opens the door ever so slowly, and a smell of must and dust immediately hits their nostrils. They enter inside and take a few steps into the living room of the apartment. Tzarinna's eyes are wide with bewilderment as she stares at the scene around her: the apartment is completely and utterly trashed.

 

[StorminNorman]

Bout Damn Time

 

[StorminNorman]

Also - sexy

 

[Immortalfire]

More more more!!!

 

[Hunter Rider]

Bravo, the writing is first class, it all feels very authentic and draws you in.

The Morg case is an odd one, wonder what the hooker clothes change was about.

We got closer than ever to getting the low down on what it is that plagues Norm and then you pulled back.

Poor Tzar is a mess and things aren't improving for her, can't wait to see what her and Norm discover in that room.

 

[Spider-Man Luvr28]

Bravo, the writing is first class, it all feels very authentic and draws you in.

The Morg case is an odd one, wonder what the hooker clothes change was about.

We got closer than ever to getting the low down on what it is that plagues Norm and then you pulled back.

Poor Tzar is a mess and things aren't improving for her, can't wait to see what her and Norm discover in that room.

I agree with everything you wrote. Don't take forever in posting the next chapter!!:heart:

 

[The FallenAngel]

Excellent as always.

 

[DBella]

Another FANTASTIC writing/chapter! It was totally worth the wait but I prefer not to have to wait too long for the next chapter.

I am beginning to see Norman's character, and his 'secret' unravelled and see why he is drawn to Audrey.

Poor Tza... the mystery of the pictures continues. What's in that room? Who resides in that room? Stay tuned to find out next chapter?

I am eager to find out what the Haydelishas' all about and Morg's involvement in it. Was he getting paid in ****es by them? What 'favors' has he done for that group? And what kind of activities are they involved in?

 

[jaguarr]

Nicely done, sir. Bring me back from the dead so I can kill more people.

jag

 

[Asteroid-Man]

AMAZING! Aster is kick-ass!

 

[Alex The Great]

When I bump the casting thread for the next episode, you can take a look at one of the parts and decide if you want one. Some parts are pre-determined and given to certain posters, but for minor parts you're more than welcome to get in on the action.

I DEMAND I BE A Murderer!


would be all awseme and stuff. Pscycho Alien or something.

oh and hawt dams. sexay chapter as always

 

[tzarinna]

Yikes, that really did put me on edge.
I thought for sure my ass was fired or that I was going to be *gulp* exterminated.

 

[Alex The Great]

lol. i bet Nom's an ex terrorist. mark it down

 

[Cmill216]

Thank you for the comments as always, ladies and gents. :heart:

lol. i bet Nom's an ex terrorist. mark it down

Eh................no.

Yikes, that really did put me on edge.
I thought for sure my ass was fired or that I was going to be *gulp* exterminated.

You gotta stay strong, girl.

AMAZING! Aster is kick-ass!

Yes......yes he does.

Nicely done, sir. Bring me back from the dead so I can kill more people.

Please don't get your hopes up too high, jagalicious. I'm not a complete miracle worker.

I am beginning to see Norman's character, and his 'secret' unravelled and see why he is drawn to Audrey.

Yup. A pair of tortured souls who may share the same exact grief.

Poor Tza... the mystery of the pictures continues. What's in that room? Who resides in that room? Stay tuned to find out next chapter?

You know the drill.

I am eager to find out what the Haydelishas' all about and Morg's involvement in it. Was he getting paid in ****es by them? What 'favors' has he done for that group? And what kind of activities are they involved in?

The Haydelishas will be explained in full next chapter, but the hookers have nothing to do with them. Morg just likes his women to be of the night.

Excellent as always.

Thank ya, TFA.

Bravo, the writing is first class, it all feels very authentic and draws you in.

Thank ya, Hunt.

The Morg case is an odd one, wonder what the hooker clothes change was about.

It's the B-Story to the Mr. Peg plot. It's not really a huge problem in scale, but when it's wrapped up it'll serve as a major thematic point for the series as a whole.

We got closer than ever to getting the low down on what it is that plagues Norm and then you pulled back.

.....But you all won't have to wait for very much longer.

More more more!!!

but I prefer not to have to wait too long for the next chapter.

Don't take forever in posting the next chapter!!

I guarantee there won't be a month between chapters this time.