Live Together, Die Alone- Part 2 of 4

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* Fade into the B.a.Dcave meeting room. B.@.D has just walked out. The rest of the crew stood there, looking at each other. *

… Well? What are we going to do?

* After taking a breath and rubbing at his eyes, Mizzle stood up and left as well. *

… I don’t know that there’s that much we can do. His mind sounds made up. Let’s just send him off the right way, I guess.

* OziStyle nodded. Katastrophe just shook her head and left the room. *


* Fade out. *



* Fade into B.@.D in his room, packing his things. He was not entirely sure what one should or would need to pack when going to prison, so he decided to travel light.

It was easier than the decision he had had to make already, though.

It had been hard enough to tell everyone. A goodbye would just make things harder.

He took a last look at the room, and at the picture on the wall of the B.@.Dcrew. All 5 of them. As he turned to walk out, he glanced at an older picture of the B.@.Dcrew… when it was just himself, Mizzle, Katastrophe, and P.c.P… the last picture all of them had taken together.

As he glanced at his friend, the late P.c.P, murdered because he believed that B.@.D knew what he was doing, B.@.D affirmed to himself yet again that he was making the right choice.

Because he wouldn’t let another one of his friends’ coffins rest on his conscience.

Fade out. *



* Fade into the warehouse in downtown Toronto where B.@.D is to turn himself in. G.g.B is standing in the center with American SWAT. *

Canadian SWAT will be here any minute… no matter what happens, B.@.D cannot make it out of this building alive. No matter what. If we need to make it look like he made a move, that’s what we do. Understood?

* Fade out. *



* Fade into Demetrius Tate in a SWAT van with his men.

He understood the decision that Harper had made, and even knew why he had to make it.

But knowing what the government would do to B.@.D, after all B.@.D had done for Canada, and for the world…

Taking a deep breath, he realized there was no easy way out of this situation.

Fade out. *



2 HOURS LATER…



* Fade in to Katastrophe and B-Rush walking into the main foyer to find Mizzle sitting there. *

Come to see B.@.D off?

That’s good, Mizzle. I know you don’t agree with what he’s doing, but he’ll appreciate…

* Mizzle cut her off and held up a note. Katastrophe grabbed the note and read it, then looked at B-Rush and handed to him, and he read it as well… *

* Fade out. *



* Fade into OziStyle’s room. She was just about to head downstairs to say goodbye to B.@.D when her cell rang. *

Ozi here.

Captain Elias: Hello, OziStyle.

Elias! What are you doing?!?! I told you not to call me here!

Captain Elias: I’m sorry, Ozi. But I needed to make sure you received the recall order.

Recall order? For me?!?!

Captain Elias: Did you not get the e-mail?

I haven’t had a chance to check it today, we just found out that B.@.D is…

Captain Elias: … is he dead already?

… DEAD?!?!

Captain Elias: Our intelligence indicates that Bush is going to make a move on him before the Canadian government can take custody of him. B.@.D is going to be taken care of, which means your assignment is over.

Why don’t you warn him?!?! Why don’t you warn the Canadian government?!?!

Captain Elias: Even assuming they DON’T know, which I can hardly see how Harper wouldn’t, it’s for the same reason that the Canadian government will allow it to happen. Because they, just like we, cannot afford to make an enemy of Bush. You know as well as I can that we cannot stand up to the United States.

… I can’t believe this… we have to stand up for…

Captain Elias: This isn’t up for debate, Ozi. I am hereby ordering you to return to…

I’m not coming back.

Captain Elias: Ozi… you will not disobey a direct order. Your duties with the Australian Secret Agency are in direct conflict with remaining in Canada as part of the B.@.Dcrew.

… then I resign my commission as an agent of the Australian Secret Agency. Goodbye, Elias.

Captain Elias: Ozi, you cannot do this, and you can’t tell anyone…!

* Fade out to OziStyle hanging up the phone, pausing and swallowing deeply before running down the stairs to the lobby. *



* Fade into the lobby. OziStyle rushes down the stairs. The others turn around and look at her. *

He can’t turn himself in!!! They’re going to kill him!!! Before he leaves, we’ve got to…

* She paused. They we’re all looking at each other with resigned, worried faces. *

He’s already gone.

Guys, they are going to kill him!!!

WHAT the fuck are you talking about?!?!

I just got a call from my base in Australia. They told me…

* Mizzle and the others immediately shot her a hard look. *
… your “base”?

* OziStyle swallowed. *
… I’m an Australian secret agent.

* They all continued to stare at her. *
… oh goddammit, you better be kidding.

Guys, it’s not what you think! They sent me here to help you!!!

Then why didn’t you just tell us that instead of making up some BS …

They ordered me back and ordered me not to tell anyone that B.@.D was going to die!!! I refused and I quit!!!

That doesn’t explain why you didn’t…

ENOUGH!!!

* Everyone stopped and looked over at Mizzle. He walked over to OziStyle and looked her in the eye with a stern look. *

… what do you know, exactly?

Only that B.@.D will NOT make it into custody.

And you’re sure about this. He was adamant about turning himself in, if we stop this from happening…

Mizzle, it’s for real, I promise.

* B-Rush immediately reached for his cell and dialed B.@.D’s number. He paused… *
Voicemail. FUCK!

What do we do?

We have to get down there. If we can beat him there…

… he’s got a head start…

Well, then we better kick the tires and light the fires. Start up the B.@.Dship…

… guys.

* The crew turned around and looked at Katastrophe. *

I might know someone who could help us out.

* Fade out. *



* Fade into the warehouse. Demetrius Tate led his team into the warehouse. He immediately saw G.g.B and his team. He walked over. *

You must be Commander Tate.

Tate: Mr. Bush. I was not aware you’d be here.

This is important. B.@.D is crafty. We’re just here to make sure this goes down correctly. We won’t get in your way. Pretend we’re not even here. Just think of us as insurance.

* Demetrius Tate shifted uncomfortably as he looked into Bush’s eyes. As he looked into them, they looked... almost dead. Just as B.@.D had claimed...

His cell phone rang. He looked down at the caller ID and was stunned to see who was calling. *

Tate: If you’ll excuse me, a moment, Mr. Bush.

Of course.

* He turned around and walked away to where he would not be heard. *

Tate: Demetrius Tate.

… it’s me. I need your help.


* Fade out. *



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