All In - Part 3 of 5

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AFGHANISTAN

* Fade into the safe house, Ozi-Style is talking on her walkie-talkie to Mizzle. *

Jesus, it’s a cave. You’d think he’d be anxious to get out.

I haven’t heard anything from him in an hour Mizzle, what do you want me to tell you?

I didn’t send him for a day at the spa. OK? He’s not getting his hair and his nails DID. When I ask for B-Rush, I need a motherfucker to come out.

Mizzle, where ARE you right now? Did you get out of Canada???

We managed to get out, yeah. They took the Candy Store but we got away in the B.@.Dship.

… I don’t suppose you’ve heard from B.@.D since all this went down..?

Nothing, and we have no way of getting in touch with him. Listen, we’re coming there to meet up with you guys. I want us all together. Too much shit has gone down today for us to be apart. If you hear from B-Rush, let me know what Lookalike told him.

All right, Mizzle. Be safe. Ozi out.

* Ozi-Style started tinkering with her equipment. She needed to get a hold of B-Rush, and he wasn’t answering. She didn’t know whether he had lost communication ability or if he was just…

… a crackling voice came over the speaker… *

… O… Ozi! … OZI! … are… there?

* She picked up the walkie talkie. *
B-RUSH! What happened? Did you lose comms?

Never mind that! There was an attack. Lookalike’s dead.

WHAT?!?!?!

Lookalike is dead. All his men, too. One of his guys must have been working undercover for O.s.H or G.g.B.

Oh my God… why is all of this happening all at once?

What’s all at once? Did something else happen?

That’s what I was trying to get in touch with you about! Stephen Harper is dead!!!

WHAT?!?!

He was assassinated. G.g.B did it and declared war on Canada!

Why???

Just… meet up with me!!! I’ll explain then!!! Mizzle and Katastrophe are on their way too!

Ozi… wait!!! You HAVE to get a hold of Katherine and make sure she gets out of Canada!!!

I’ve already been trying, B-Rush! That’s why you need to let me keep trying. I’ll explain the rest when you get here!

Ozi, if she can’t get out on her own, you make arrangements to get her out!!!

I’ve got it, all right???

* She cut off the comms and decided she had better quickly tell Mizzle about Lookalike before she tried to get a hold of Katherine... *

* Fade out. *



2 HOURS LATER…
AFGHANISTAN

* Fade into Mizzle and Katastrophe walking down a dirt road. Mizzle has his head down, obviously disgruntled. Katastrophe looked over at him. *

… how much further to the safe house where Ozi-Style is?

Not far.

You know, for what it’s worth, no one forced Lookalike to do what he did. No one forced him to be here.

Whatever gets you through the night.

What the hell does that mean?

I mean it’s not that fucking simple.

Whatever gets you through the night, buddy.

You know what amazes me, Kat?
* Mizzle stopped walking and turned to face her. *
Nothing ever registers with you. Ever. It just rolls right off your back, doesn’t it? Lookalike is dead because he chose to stand up for what’s right after we freed him, and it’s like you don’t even care.

Is that what you think?

Well, we’re here, in Afghanistan, and Lookalike’s not. Does that seem fair to you?

None of it’s fair. Just don’t make this about a man who waited until he was locked up to start doing the right thing.

Who should it be about then, Kat? Harper? P.c.P?

Don’t fucking talk to me about P.c.P, Mizzle. He died in front of ME, remember? And Harper made the wrong decision when he decided to turn B.@.D in…

Did you even know Lookalike’s real name?

Did you?

The name of his wife? The names of his children?

Shut up, Mizzle…

I bet you’d remember Tate’s name if he was the next one to go though, wouldn’t you?

I said SHUT UP!!!

What about O.s.H, Kat?! He’s out there NOW, because of US! Because of what WE did in Iraq!

We couldn’t have known…

And G.g.B is out there now because of what WE did in Arkansas last year! He killed Harper because he thought Harper knew about us faking B.@.D’s death, but he didn’t. WE did it! Now all of Canada has been invaded! And now B@.D is out there somewhere, maybe in bed with the mob just so he can stay hidden and live under a rock for the rest of his life! All of it is because of US!!!

* Katastrophe just stared at him. *
…

… EVERY life they take… that’s blood on OUR hands… and for WHAT?!?!
* Mizzle turns and walks away. *

… they we’re gonna KILL him, Mizzle! KILL B.@.D!!!

* Mizzle stopped dead in his tracks. *
Wherever B.@.D is, I’m sure he’s fine. But no matter where he is or what he’s doing, whether he’s with the mob or not, alive or dead, he put YOU in charge of this crew. That means it’s up to us to deal with this, and it’s up to YOU to figure out where we go from here.

* Mizzle rubbed at his head and eyes, before staring at the sky for a second. Then he returned his gaze to Katastrophe, and kept walking. *
Let’s go.

* Fade out. *



MEANWHILE…
ATHENS, GREECE

* Fade into B.@.D leaned up against a bar in a small pub in Athens, all his luggage beside him. He had left the Ekobruzzi restaurant hours ago, but could not yet think of where he could go. So with no place to go, he was here.

He was also viewing a new set of events being reported on the news. Most of the day the news had been focused on Harper’s death, but they had now broken away from that to focus on the shocking death of Lookalike. B.@.D was very saddened to hear this news, as he remembered what kind of man Lookalike was and the kind of things he stood for.

He had also seen a report on the capturing of The Candy Store, and he had hoped that his friends had made it out in time. He wished he had a way to speak with them. He had missed them so much during the recent months… now he did not even know whether they we’re alive or dead.

B.@.D was so somber, he felt completely numb. *

Problems?

* His heart jumped.

It was P.c.P.

Or at least, the person who had appeared to him as P.c.P when he had been shot unconscious when his friends had faked his death a few months ago. To this day, he had not known if that had been a hallucination or if it had been real. But now, this man was standing here again, plain as day. There was no doubt in B.@.D’s mind now that it was real, and that whoever this man was, he was very real as well. He had not been, and was not now, hallucinating.

The man impersonating P.c.P just stood there, and a smile cracked across his face.

B.@.D remembered what this man had said to him when he had seen him in the dream of the old B.@.Dcave of what seemed like so long ago, before the Candy Store. He had told B.@.D how he had to stay the course and do what he believed was right, and how he had laid out to B.@.D the mystery of how the original B.@.Dcave had fallen, and the three hooded figures responsible. To this day, B.@.D STILL could not remember how the cave had collapsed, who the three hooded figures we’re, nor had he made any progress in trying to figure out this… riddle.

At first he thought that he had imagined that experience, but now, seeing this man in front of him again… B.@.D decided that whoever he was, he may be real, but he had just been messing with him. The same as B.@.D was sure he was probably doing again now. *

Hey look, I’m in no mood to be fucked with right now, OK? So just do yourself a favor and take your little riddles and… get lost.

There’s an explanation for all this, B.@.D.

… who the FUCK are you? Why are you following me?

First of all, it’s very important that you CALM DOWN.

Calm… calm?!?!?!
* B.@.D laughed as he picked up an “Extra” newspaper chronicling Stephan Harper’s death and held it up to the man’s face. Then he pointed to the TV at a news profile picture of Lookalike. He simply smiled and threw his hands in the air. *

Yeah, right. All this… because of me. You said that I should stay the course. So I did. I started a new life. I came halfway across the fucking Earth, left everyone I ever knew and loved behind, and it still doesn’t stop. And not only does it not stop, I put NEW people in danger. Relax my ass.

Like I told you after you we’re shot, B.@.D, there’s a lot more going on here than you realize. And I’m following you so that I can solve the problem of where you are to go and what you’re supposed to do next.

Really.

You are going to go back to Canada.

All right, well let me just counter by saying FUCK YOU, and asking you why I would do that.

Because the B.@.Dcrew needs your help.

No way. I said goodbye to that life. They’re better off without me.

That’s simply not true, B.@.D.

And why would I trust you?

The fact that I identically resemble a dead friend of yours doesn’t help?

Maybe you’re an evil twin. How the fuck do I know? It’s not like there’s not a lot going on these days that I can explain very well, anyways. And besides, the LAST time we spoke, you told me to stay the course that I felt was right, and look how well THAT has worked out for so many people. Look where it’s gotten me.

It’s gotten you exactly where you’re supposed to be, B.@.D.

Yeah? And WHO FUCKING DECIDED that this was where I was supposed to be, exactly?

* The man stared directly at him. *
You did.

I think YOU did.
* B.@.D got up from his seat and turned to directly face the man. *

B.@.D...

FUCK YOU, motherfucker. I’m not going anywhere near Canada.
* He reached in his wallet for money to pay for the drinks. *

B.@.D, look around at all these people. It looks like they’re just sitting here in this bar, living out their lives, doesn’t it?

Yeah.
* Puts money on the table. *

Everyone just having a good time? Nothing to do with you?

Nope.
* Turns around, grabs his luggage, and starts to walk out. *

And yet maybe they’re only here because… someone WANTED them to be here? So that you could hide in a crowd of people? Not only that, someone who could make them obey you, or even destroy you.

* He rolled his eyes, turned around, and faced the man one more time. *

Well, what I’D love for them to do is SHUT THE FUCK UP. Especially YOU.

* … and as soon as he said the words, the bar went completely silent.

B.@.D turned around and looked at them. Everyone was staring. *

Yeah, yeah… sorry for the language. Take it easy. This is a bar, after all. I’m leaving.

* No one spoke. The crowd did not take their eyes off of him. The customers. The staff. Everyone. Every single one stared directly at him, and not one of them moved or averted their gaze. *

… what the fuck…

* He looked at P.c.P again, who was staring at him as well. *
… you see?

* B.@.D stumbled back over a chair in awe, and fell on the floor. None of the eyes left his, including those of the man speaking to him. *

* The man pulled out a chair. *
Now, would you like to sit down and hear what I have to say? Would you like to help your friends do what they can’t do by themselves right now?

* As B.@.D walked slowly over to the chair beside the man, the chatter went back to normal in the bar with everyone around him. Now no one looked at him, and there had been no sign that a second ago, they we’re all completely silent and focused on him.

B.@.D felt a fear wash over him unlike anything he had ever felt. Whoever this person was, he must have been right when he had told B.@.D that there was a lot more going on there than he realized. But he could not IMAGINE…

B.@.D also realized as he got closer to the man, that for some reason, despite all the evidence to the contrary, he felt like he could trust him. He could not explain it, did not know how or why, he just felt it.

He also had nowhere else to go and no idea what else to do. It was not as if he had a choice.

Fade out. *



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