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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