[MOSCOW ELIMINATION - 12.01.96 - FORECAST HAIL]
May 15, 2020 14:42:17 GMT -5
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[MOSCOW - 12.01.1996 - EXTREMELY CONFIDENTIAL AND HIGHLY SENSITIVE MATERIAL]
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We open to a busy street, a shopping street evidenced by the many high-end shopping bags we see. A light hail shower litters the ground with tiny white balls, as if a bean bag had been mutilated on the slabbed ground. The shoppers though are unperturbed, their dedication to retail providing a firm armour to any consideration of shelter - or complete retirement. Out of a jewellery shop steps a short man, sporting a 3 day old grey beard, a thick black scarf and an equally cosy black hat. He tucks his chin into his scarf and walks out on to the street. Not far behind him a tall man exits an adjacent shop and watches him closely. As if they were attached by an ever tightening rope, the tall man is pulled in his direction and eventually follows him, but at no point gets any closer. They maintain this....social distance until the shorter man takes a look around and enters a small, but very exclusive looking bar. The security guard outside gives him a nod of recognition as he passes. The tall man's head tilts slightly and he approaches the bar's entrance. He looks at his watch, and nods. He walks up to the guard.
Tall man: Petyr, hi
The tall man holds an ID card out to him but the guard ignores it. He sighs with relief and starts to take his radio equipment off. He hands it to the tall man
Petyr: First night Alexei, good luck my friend
Tall man: Ha thank you comrade, I have worked in much less reputable areas than this before so no need to worry.
Petyr: You okay with the radio?
Alexei: Yes. Bit more advanced than the model I'm used to but I'll figure it out
Petyr: I'll report to the boss you are here
Alexei: Actually Petyr, do you mind waiting five more minutes, I need to use bathroom.
Petyr: Ah come on man. Fine go ahead. Be quick I've been freezing my cock off all day.
Alexei chuckles and heads inside and heads to the back of the bar, where he sees the shorter man looking at his watch somewhat impatiently. Alexei walks up to him and stands over him.
Alexei: Excuse Mr Sokolov
He looks up at Alexei, annoyed
Mr Sokolov: Yes??
Alexei: Apologies for disturbing you. There was an incident last night, a serious one. There is a chance that legal action is going to be taken against the security staff.
Mr Sokolov slams his fist on the table
Mr Sokolov: FUCK SAKE. THIS IS YOUR FIRST NIGHT YES?? AND YOU START BY PISSING ME OFF??
Alexei: I'm sorry. Petyr has agreed to wait for us.
Mr Sokolov: Well no shock there. He was in the door last night, fucking pussy security guard. I'll have the bastard sacked. Fine. Come on then.
They head to the back and into the cramped security room. Sokolov sits in the one empty chair with a huff. Alexei takes a tape out of his inside pocket and inserts it into the player.
Alexei: Okay this screen please. Petyr has already rewound the tape.
Sokolov: Get on with it.
Alexei plays the tape. It doesn't quite show what Sokolov was expecting. A taping of an MI6 meeting. A briefing. "A Russian spy, whose named has been whistleblown as Aleksander Sokolov has reportedly been seen at top secret British Defence meetings in 1994 and 1995. This is now public knowledge. The UK government has greatly condemned this severe lapse in security, but has moved to assure the British public that no information of great sensitivity was shared. This was a lie. Sokolov must be eliminated. Forecast hail." Sokolov's face turns a pale white and he swings around on the chair.
Sokolov: Wait-
The Hail in one motion cracks Sokolov's neck. His body goes limp and twitches slightly. The Hail picks up the body and drags it a delivery exit at the back of the property. A white van is ready and waiting, into which Sokolov's body, and broken neck, is placed into. The Hail gets into the passenger side and the van drives off and away.
The Hail: Getting fucking bored of these easy jobs Kira. The cunt's neck was like a wishbone.
Driving the van is a Russian blonde lady, very attractive and superbly built. She smirks towards The Hail.
Kira: What did you wish for, Jacob?
Jacob simply stares out the window, a similar smirk on his face
Jacob: 'The Gold'. The fucking Gold. The Gold at the end of The Rainbow.
We pan away as we see the van drive through the streets and eventually on to a motorway, and then speeds away from Moscow.
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EJECTING
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[MOSCOW - 12.01.1996 - EXTREMELY CONFIDENTIAL AND HIGHLY SENSITIVE MATERIAL]
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STOP
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We open to a busy street, a shopping street evidenced by the many high-end shopping bags we see. A light hail shower litters the ground with tiny white balls, as if a bean bag had been mutilated on the slabbed ground. The shoppers though are unperturbed, their dedication to retail providing a firm armour to any consideration of shelter - or complete retirement. Out of a jewellery shop steps a short man, sporting a 3 day old grey beard, a thick black scarf and an equally cosy black hat. He tucks his chin into his scarf and walks out on to the street. Not far behind him a tall man exits an adjacent shop and watches him closely. As if they were attached by an ever tightening rope, the tall man is pulled in his direction and eventually follows him, but at no point gets any closer. They maintain this....social distance until the shorter man takes a look around and enters a small, but very exclusive looking bar. The security guard outside gives him a nod of recognition as he passes. The tall man's head tilts slightly and he approaches the bar's entrance. He looks at his watch, and nods. He walks up to the guard.
Tall man: Petyr, hi
The tall man holds an ID card out to him but the guard ignores it. He sighs with relief and starts to take his radio equipment off. He hands it to the tall man
Petyr: First night Alexei, good luck my friend
Tall man: Ha thank you comrade, I have worked in much less reputable areas than this before so no need to worry.
Petyr: You okay with the radio?
Alexei: Yes. Bit more advanced than the model I'm used to but I'll figure it out
Petyr: I'll report to the boss you are here
Alexei: Actually Petyr, do you mind waiting five more minutes, I need to use bathroom.
Petyr: Ah come on man. Fine go ahead. Be quick I've been freezing my cock off all day.
Alexei chuckles and heads inside and heads to the back of the bar, where he sees the shorter man looking at his watch somewhat impatiently. Alexei walks up to him and stands over him.
Alexei: Excuse Mr Sokolov
He looks up at Alexei, annoyed
Mr Sokolov: Yes??
Alexei: Apologies for disturbing you. There was an incident last night, a serious one. There is a chance that legal action is going to be taken against the security staff.
Mr Sokolov slams his fist on the table
Mr Sokolov: FUCK SAKE. THIS IS YOUR FIRST NIGHT YES?? AND YOU START BY PISSING ME OFF??
Alexei: I'm sorry. Petyr has agreed to wait for us.
Mr Sokolov: Well no shock there. He was in the door last night, fucking pussy security guard. I'll have the bastard sacked. Fine. Come on then.
They head to the back and into the cramped security room. Sokolov sits in the one empty chair with a huff. Alexei takes a tape out of his inside pocket and inserts it into the player.
Alexei: Okay this screen please. Petyr has already rewound the tape.
Sokolov: Get on with it.
Alexei plays the tape. It doesn't quite show what Sokolov was expecting. A taping of an MI6 meeting. A briefing. "A Russian spy, whose named has been whistleblown as Aleksander Sokolov has reportedly been seen at top secret British Defence meetings in 1994 and 1995. This is now public knowledge. The UK government has greatly condemned this severe lapse in security, but has moved to assure the British public that no information of great sensitivity was shared. This was a lie. Sokolov must be eliminated. Forecast hail." Sokolov's face turns a pale white and he swings around on the chair.
Sokolov: Wait-
The Hail in one motion cracks Sokolov's neck. His body goes limp and twitches slightly. The Hail picks up the body and drags it a delivery exit at the back of the property. A white van is ready and waiting, into which Sokolov's body, and broken neck, is placed into. The Hail gets into the passenger side and the van drives off and away.
The Hail: Getting fucking bored of these easy jobs Kira. The cunt's neck was like a wishbone.
Driving the van is a Russian blonde lady, very attractive and superbly built. She smirks towards The Hail.
Kira: What did you wish for, Jacob?
Jacob simply stares out the window, a similar smirk on his face
Jacob: 'The Gold'. The fucking Gold. The Gold at the end of The Rainbow.
We pan away as we see the van drive through the streets and eventually on to a motorway, and then speeds away from Moscow.
STOP
EJECTING
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[MOSCOW - 12.01.1996 - EXTREMELY CONFIDENTIAL AND HIGHLY SENSITIVE MATERIAL]