FINNEGAN'S SQUAD: "Ientaculum Canis" - teaser/opening act
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FINNEGAN'S SQUAD: "Ientaculum Canis"
BEGIN OPENING ACT:
EXT. HEREFORD TACTICAL OPERATIONS FACILITY - FIELD - NIGHT
A series of well lit and very large Hangars dominate this
Astral Tactical Operations Facility.
Off to one side, framed by light spilling from the Hangars is
a field where a group of Officers and Enlisted personnel from
Finnegan's Squad are on a search/sweep patrol.
Their I/R Scanners stream off the front of their Rifles
sweeping the ground ahead of them for their quarry.
We hear very quiet comm-chatter between them, particularly
the coordination between BALE, the Leader, and Staff Sergeant
STOREY (30's female) and her team.
STOREY (OVER COMMLINK)
Negative sweep, grid Alpha-21.
BALE (OVER COMMLINK)
Move on 22.
STOREY (OVER COMMLINK)
Roger on 22.
BALE (OVER COMMLINK)
Jeni, spread out on Beta-21 then
we'll cycle back to the middle
again.
JENI (OVER COMMLINK)
Roger on Beta 21.
EXT. FIELD - REVIEW STAND - NIGHT
In the mid-ground behind them is a small review platform.
Standing on which are FINN, Major ACKERS, Colonel NICKLE and
a few others.
Finn is pacing behind Ackers, glancing from time to time at
the monitors. Restless at having to sit on the sidelines.
Tired of waiting. Ackers is also getting frustrated.
ACKERS
Are we sure there's something out
here?
NICKLE
It tripped the array.
FINN
Probably a fox.
NICKLE
There hasn't been a fox in Britain
for almost a hundred years.
FINN
A rodent then.
INTERCUT BETWEEN FIELD AND REVIEW STAND - NIGHT
Bale's Heads Up Display (HUD) registers something ahead of
her.
BALE (OVER COMMLINK)
I've got something.
She moves forward while some of the Squad cover her rear.
Ackers turns to the monitors intently, Finn holds back
watching Nickle for some indication this is it. It doesn't
look like it. Nickle is even smiling. Damn him.
Bale bends down and with her gloved hand pulls out a shell
fragment.
BALE (OVER COMMLINK) (cont'd)
Never mind. It's just shells from
a live fire test.
Nickle's eyes sweep the dark field ahead of them. Waiting.
ACKERS
They've been at this for hours.
FINN
There's nothing out there.
NICKLE
Perimeter systems say otherwise.
FINN
Then there's a fault on the
perimeter.
NICKLE
Unlikely.
FINN
Then why can't we find it, Colonel?
We've got a full field array
registering nothing, same as the
sweep.
Finn looks at Nickle.
FINN (cont'd)
What exactly are they looking for?
NICKLE
Once we're finished, I'll tell you.
FINN
This is foolish, Colonel. If we
have an objective they should know
what it is.
NICKLE
It's a training exercise, Captain.
Sweat now or bleed later, isn't
that the rule?
Finn stops, glancing at the field display again.
FINN
It's a training exercise. And a
training exercise usually has
objectives. We've got nothing.
NICKLE
We're on the cusp of a new era.
The old methods may not work
anymore.
ACKERS
We're abandoning the "tried and
true"? I didn't get the memo.
NICKLE
Not entirely. But we need a breed
apart, Major. We need Squad's
whose methods can shift with the
winds of fortune.
FINN
Now he's a poet.
NICKLE
A student, Mister Finnegan. Life
long and proud of it.
Suddenly Ackers jerks upright as a nearly invisible arm comes
around his neck from behind and holds him tightly.
All freeze as they see the muzzle of a weapon press into
Acker's neck. Finn looks around for something to intercede
with as ALL stand there tensely.
END OPENING ACT:
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