All In - Part 1 of 5

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AFGHANISTAN
* Fade in. B-Rush was walking through a dusty town. He had not been here yet. The crew had come here after the Iraq incident last Christmas, but he had stayed behind with OziStyle to co-ordinate the operation since they we’re both new at the time. Mizzle had come once since then as well, but this was B-Rush’s first time seeing it.

The refugees from the destroyed Iraq seemed to be settled, and meshing well with the people from Afghanistan who had seemingly welcomed them with open arms. He had not met this “Lookalike” that Mizzle had sent him and OziStyle to talk to, but he was impressed that anyone could make this kind of progress out of that kind of a situation. He wondered what Lookalike had wanted to talk to the B.@.Dcrew about that couldn’t be said over normal communication channels.*

* Over walkie-talkie. *
B-Rush, are you there?

Yeah, Ozi-Style. How close am I to Lookalike’s location?

An hour or so out. Mizzle called. He said to radio you and tell you to check in as soon as you’re done. He wants to know what Lookalike has to say that could be so urgent.

OK… hey, have you guys heard anything from my wife yet today?

Katherine? No… not yet so far today. But she checked in yesterday and everything was fine, so…

She’s also 6 months pregnant. Can you radio me if she does?

Of course. Ozi out.

* B-Rush clicked off his walkie-talkie and sighed. A few months ago, when he first found out that Kat was pregnant and he made the decision to go back to the B.@.Dcrew anyways, he knew it would be harder around the end. But at least before, he had been able to be near her. It was harder being overseas.

Mizzle had suggested that he could send someone else to speak with Lookalike so that B-Rush could be near Kat towards her last trimester, but B-Rush had insisted that it was OK, that he would only be gone a few days.

He hoped that Kat would check in soon, though. He tucked the walkie back into his pack and continued walking. *



MEANWHILE…
OTTAWA, CANADA
* Fade into the hallway outside the Prime Minister’s Office in the Capital Building. Demetrius Tate is on his cell phone. *

Tate: … and what exactly is this lead you are following that has you sending part of your crew to Afghanistan?

Remember I told you about the Saddam Hussein Looklike that we freed over Christmas?

Tate: The one who is currently leading Afghanistan, yes? And the refugees that fled Iraq before it was destroyed…

That’s right. We sent B-Rush and Ozi-Style over because Lookalike said he had something to show us. He says the “end of the world” that we’re trying to prevent may be closer than we think.

Tate: You will keep me posted, I trust?

Don’t I always?

Tate: Before you go… I don’t suppose you’ve heard anything from B.@.D?

… still nothing. Not since he went into hiding after we faked his death. We think he may have gone to Europe, but we don’t know. It’s been months.

Tate: That’s probably for the best. If any communication between your crew and him is intercepted by the wrong people…

… and he knows that. I know. Listen, I’ll be in touch.

Tate: Katastrophe… be careful.

As careful as I can be.

* Demetrius hung up his cell phone before walking into the office where the Prime Minister was writing his memoirs. But Harper was not at his desk now, he was staring out the window with a far-away look in his eyes. *

Harper: Demetius, come in.

Tate: How is it coming, sir?

Harper: Not easy, my friend.

Tate: I was under the impression that you we’re almost finished.

Harper: Very close to finished. I’m up to a few months ago. I’m writing about my decision to turn B.@.D in…
* He somberly looked out the window… *

Harper: … how do I write that I sentenced a man to death without trial or proof?

* Demetrius shifted uncomfortably. It still bothered him that he had to lie about the situation to a man he admired so much, especially since it was him who had made the decision to aid the B.@.Dcrew in faking B.@.D’s death. *

Tate: You couldn’t have known they we’re going to kill him…

Harper: Please, Demetrius. I knew it. You even brought it up to me.

Tate: … I would write the situation how it went down, sir. You had very little choice.

Harper: … I wish I could believe that.

* The noise of a silenced gun went off in the room, and a shot came through the window and went straight through Harper’s chest. Demetrius’ eyes went wide in shock as the Prime Minister fell back, bleeding profusely. *

Tate: SIR!!!

* The security in the room immediately began scanning for the shooter, but none of them reported visual contact. The room was abuzz with activity. *

Tate: GET HELP!!!

* Demetrius’ eyes filled with tears as the Prime Minister stopped breathing. *

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20 MINUTES LATER…
CALGARY, CANADA

* Fade into The Candy Store. With B-Rush and Ozi-Style in Afghanistan, there is only Mizzle and Katastrophe there. Both of them are watching a TV monitor with shocked looks on their faces. *

Reporter: And the news coming out of Ottawa is official. Stephen Harper, the Prime Minister of Canada, was pronounced dead a few minutes ago here on site at the Capital Building in Ottawa.

* Mizzle and Katastrophe looked at each other, both saddened, angry, and worried. *

Reporter: The cause of his death was a single gunshot wound to his chest, the result of a sniper bullet shot from a building adjacent to his office, through the window. The sniper has yet to be found, and no one has claimed responsibility for this shocking incident…

Dammit… why???

Get Ozi on the line, we need to…

Reporter: … I’m just getting word now that United States President Bush is beginning a State Of The Union Address. We now go live…

… what???

… hold that call for a second.

* Fade out to Mizzle and Katastrophe looking at each other, now even more worried than before. *


MEANWHILE…
AFGHANISTAN

* Fade into B-Rush walking towards the front door of a small hut half-built into a cave outside a village. He looked at the map and assumed he was at his destination.

His phone vibrated, he looked and saw that Ozi-Style was trying to reach him. He was about to flip the phone open when soldiers came out of nowhere, their guns all trained on him. *

Soldier: FREEZE!!! GET DOWN!!!

Whoa, whoa, WHOA!!!
* Throwing his hands into the air. *

* The soldiers took his phone and his sidearm and threw them on the ground. The had cuffed him when a man looking too much like Saddam Hussein for B-Rush’s comfort came out the front door. *

Lookalike: WAIT!!!

* The soldiers hurried B-Rush to his feet, and Lookalike stepped in front of him and stared at him. *

Lookalike: … you are the one that Mizzle has sent, yes?

Yes. B-Rush.

Lookalike: … I am sorry, this is a tense time for us. There have been many attempts on our lives, and I have not met you before. We had to be sure.
* The soldiers step forward and un-cuff B-Rush. *

It’s all good. Let’s just do this.

Lookalike: Please, come in.

* B-Rush looked skeptical, and after looking at the hut, looked at the men surrounding him. One of the men sneered and spoke to him. *

Mikhail: I can tell you don’t want to go in, do you, Canadian?

No shit, I don’t want to go in there. It’s a fucking cave. Its pitch black inside. It’s freezing fucking cold.

Mikhail: Your ass, this cave. Now.

Lookalike: Mikhail, that’s enough. B-Rush, Mizzle sent you to me. If you don’t trust me, then trust him.

* Fade out to B-Rush warily entering the hut, forgetting entirely about the call on his cell... *


MEANWHILE…
AFGHANISTAN

* Fade into Ozi-Style in a safe house, trying to reach B-Rush on his phone.

All she heard on the other end was his voicemail. *
DAMMIT!

* She tossed the phone down in frustration and turned her head back to the T.V. *

Reporter: To recap this shocking ongoing story, a few minutes ago President Bush issued this short statement…

* Ozi-Style stared at the screen, still in disbelief, watching a recap of the same statement she had seen just a few minutes before… *

My fellow Americans, today Stephen Harper, the Prime Minister of Canada, was assassinated.

This may take many of you by surprise, but it was The United States that led a covert ops team to carry out this task.

This act was the catalyst of us declaring war on the nation of Canada.

For those questioning why we would go to war with our neighbor country, we have learned that a few months ago, the Canadian Government faked the death, facilitated the escape of, and may be currently harboring, the worldwide fugitive and criminal known as B.@.D...

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