by: Anson Fehross | April 28, 2002
DRIVER
You want another hotel?
LOBO
No.
DRIVER
So where to?
LOBO
I'll let you know.
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EXT. THE WASHINGTON STREETS- DAY
The Hitman walks down the Washington streets, the Hitman's thoughts echoing:
HITMAN
Time to restock. Lobo's cleaned me out, ripped through my arsenal in two encounters... I'll need a lot more firepower if I want to tangle with him again. But perhaps I should 'stomp with my mind', defeating him and the Agency without using anything more than what I have at hand... either way, I need ammo. Lobo won't be far behind me. He never is.
He walks up to a large store, professing 'GUNS AND RIFLES, QUALITY FIREARMS'. He enters.
INT. GUN STORE- DAY
The Hitman enters the store, where several customers peruse the stock. TASK FORCE'S 'LIQUIDIZED LANGUAGE' plays.
He moves to the counter and a large bearded man, the SALESMAN, comes into view.
SALESMAN
Hello sir. How may I serve you?
HITMAN
I need two desert eagles, fifty caliber action express variant, one H and K MP5K and bullets for...
He withdraws Lobo's Glock from his pocket and places it out on the counter. We FOCUS on the butt of the Glock...
HITMAN (O.S.)
...this.
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EXTREME CLOSE-UP OF LAPTOP SCREEN
We see a global satellite positioning picture of the area, with a RED FLASHING DOT and a BLUE DOT that slowly travels along.
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INT. THE TAXI- DAY
Lobo sits with the laptop on his lap. He takes out the SPAS-12 from the duffel bag.
LOBO
Keep going.
The driver nods.
DRIVER
Sure.
INT. GUN STORE- DAY
The Hitman's choices of weaponry are laid out on the counter.
SALESMAN
You load them outside. I hope you have money for all this. Let me add this stuff up.
HITMAN
Sure.
The salesman notices something about Lobo's Glock and frowns. The Hitman frowns at the salesman.
SALESMAN
That's a new grip.
The Hitman picks up the Glock.
SALESMAN
Let me take a look.
The Hitman hands it over.
SALESMAN
Ouch. This thing is unbalanced as hell. The butt feels way too heavy... I could sell you a new one for-
