The Sinister Six
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Appropriate Audiences
By The Motion Picture Association Of America, INC.
Act I
Opening scene: In the late hour, just after 1am, in the desolated vales of the downtown city, a convoy of black, unmarked vehicles drives down a back alleyway, leading to the back entrance transfer dock, at a level 2 holding facility. Three captives bound, being escorted by a high priority FBI security team, one captive, a member of the American Irish mob, being moved to testify in a highly publicized criminal case. One, a since convicted serial killer, preparing to fulfill his sentence, waiting death row. Then there’s the Hungarian…being held, waiting to be expedited.
　
The Hungarian, a rather large man, whom was once a soldier in the Elite Hungarian Military Strike Force, trained to cast aside the customary fears of a normal man. By way of dishonorable discharge, the once adorned soldier turn to a life of crime. Aligning himself with the callous scourge of organized crime. Now sit as a stressed shell of himself. Often jittery quoting scripture, seeking forgiveness, prophetically proclaiming,
“He’s coming. He‘s coming for me…I can feel it!” Annoyingly decreeing,
“He will kill you all, he will kill you all, to get to me…you can’t stop him!” An unnerving Agent, has had enough, exhaustedly shout at the prisoner,
“Shut your pie hole, shut it, just…shut it”
　
Meanwhile, at the transfer gallery, in the facility corridors to various areas of the building, two calculating individuals are positioning themselves for arrival. No…it’s not readily apparent that the two men are actually on two very different, yet, similar missions. What is apparent however, one will have to take a backseat, to the other. As the apparent other, finish work on a supposedly security sensor, as a facility maintenance personnel, he activate the final touches. The maintenance worker, with a cap pulled low over his brow, has an unusual name, pasted on the back of his work uniform…resemblance to that of a name on the back of a jersey. Much to the delight of a preparing officer, from the facility’s Transfer Receiving Unit(TRU), as he enter that corridor. The officer chimes to his fellow officers, in a distinct Brooklyn ascent,
“Can you believe the name on the guy…get him out of here.” The fellow officer unyieldingly informs the maintenance worker of his where about.
“Hey, Mysterio, you can’t be down here at this time. I need you to vacate the area…now.” With a devilishly grin, the worker casually nods & sarcastically salutes the officer as if in compliance, as he descends down the corridor……Click!
　
Suddenly, an unexpected blackout hits that area of the city. The building emergency light clicks on with the corridors illuminated in a ghostly glow. The convoy is merely blocks away from the facility, as the TRU aimlessly scramble with caution. Members of the convoy appear unmoved & in control; neither less, the same cannot be said about the TRU. The situation has unmistakably become tense. The convoy commander was briefed that an impending move may be made, on the Hungarian from seeing the light of day. He seem to have little, to no concern about the other captives; then again, surely no one, especially the commander was expecting to encounter, what they all would encountered.
　
The 1st vehicle of the convoy, unknowingly, drove through a laser, positioned a block from the facility. Activation is triggered, the events are now in play…a mist slowly builds. The convoy slows. Easing….easing their way to the transfer dock, the mist begin to thicken. As the convey begin to experience something banging or bumping into the vehicles, the men become intensely anxious, the captives intensely concern, the situation increasingly daunting, and the Hungarian is not making things easier. Nervously proclaims,
“It‘s him….I know it; it’s him!”
　
Inside the facility, things doesn’t fare much better….strange sounds & moans, permeate throughout the corridors, glass is heard shattering in adjacent areas, the hair on the back of some of the TRU necks begins to tingle, and our employee with the mysterious name on the back of his uniform, has completely disappeared; but the other…yes, the other Guy, has manage to maneuver himself amongst the TRU staff, secretly readying to commit, to his heinous deed.
　
Weapons are drawn, as the Commander exit the vehicle. He cautiously approach the facility Team Leader…the two look at each other with grave concern. The Commander signals to one of his agent to bring in the prisoners; as the TRU staff prepares to receive the leery captives. Suddenly, something catches the attention of our Guy’s eye. In a very disquieting gaze, he covertly began to fall back, reassess the scene, and this unexplained, alarming situation. The captives uneasily exit the vehicle…just at that moment, a disgusting muck hit the windshield, sudden pause.…...a sniper’s shot rang out, through the ever thickening mist….panic ensues, everyone scatters and take cover!
　
Legions of what appear to be “the undead” come out of the mist! Gunfire reigns!
“WTF”, cries out one agent! Another frantically calls for backup on the radio…he is greeted with a growl. One TRU staffer proclaims,
“Jesus…there’s hundreds of them!” Another, in a mad dash, runs into the crossfire, …he is erroneously killed! Another is mowed down by friendly fire. Two of the guards tries to safeguard the prisoners, quickly usher them into the building. The circumstances have become very chaotic, in what horrifically, can be describe as a “Zombie Apocalypse!”
　
While the whole ordeal become frenetically out of control, our mysterious employee, re-emerge, and stealthily make his way toward his intended target, totally oblivious, to men whom overwhelmingly astonished of what they are witnessing. Yet, he does not escape the gaze of the Hungarian…who see the employee approach. The reflection of a quickly transforming, approaching, figure, transposed into the Hungarian transfixed eye. Transforming, into something appearing extraterrestrial; yet, magnificent! His heart is racing, sensing the end, eyes closed tightly, shouting in his native tongue,
“Have Mercy On Me!”
　
Suddenly, the frantic events of the Zombie attack on the Level 2 Facility becomes muted…time slows to a crawl, as if captured in a time warp.” Zombies ripping the head off security staffers, many of the convoy team & TRU staff, lay mauled next to vehicles, on the ramp, and in corridors. Images of surrounding survivors desperately fighting a losing battle, blood spattering everywhere, hideous looking creatures munching on victims, an Agent frantically unloading a full clip, a timorous Commander bewildering attempt to maneuver & position men to fall back, and finally the agonizing, silent scream of the Hungarian, as we glimpse of a man blonde locks falls unto the Hungarian…and slowly to the ground.
　
Time pauses, the scene pans around 270
° and the Hungarian slowly opens his eyes. He find himself standing face2face, to a distorted image, wrapped in a glass…whispering to the Hungarian, in his native tongue,
“I’m not your assassin.” The mysterious figure turns and slowly glides away…disappearing into the fog of fear. Both the Hungarian & the serial killer look at each other with mind-boggling amazement….then apprehensively, glance down at the lifeless fellow captive, whom was to testify, in a highly publicized, criminal case. Suddenly, time ticks normally in their eyes now…an opportunity has presented itself. The two former captive waste little time breathing the air of freedom….as they too, disappear into the fog of fear, amongst the chaos.
　
In the blink of an eye, amazingly, things are normal…as if never happened. Agent look around in a stupor, TRU staffer patting themselves, sensing their alive. Team Leader tries to grasp things back in order, the Commander lay balled in a corner, shivering, agents scramble to find the prisoners. Reality of the horrific event, however, has set in…in the mist as what can only be described as unreal, three lay dead. An agent, security officer, and the intended target. Our Guy, assess the scene with control astonishment; witnessing the spectacular event, from a secure vantage point. Confused, but realizing, his mission is incomplete. Surreptitiously, he slips away….into the night.…after the Hungarian.
　
