by: Anson Fehross | January 21, 2002
INT. A HOTEL ROOM- NIGHT
The Hitman sits, shirt off, his ribs bandaged at a newly bought laptop. His eyes search the screen, fingers rapidly typing.
SCREEN
ReIpEr: So you're saying you could find the literal street address of a person just by finding a remnant of their previous connection?
Seconds pass.
SCREEN
KYE: WTF you talking about?
Geezer has entered the room
NeXuS: That's about the size of it.
The Hitman sits back, a sense of satisfaction on his face.
SCREEN
Geezer: any of you guys seen the Matrix?
Corncobman: I hacked Microsoft! I hacked Microsoft!
The Hitman types.
SCREEN
ReIpEr: I see...
Geezer: anybody?
Blank: shut up corncob!
excal: Anybody like TooL?
The Hitman types.
SCREEN
ReIpEr: I'll have think about that one...
The Hitman sits back.
SCREEN
DTRY: Anyone else here going to that LAN party over at third on fifth here in good ol' Seattle?
Corncobman: I mail bombed Bill Gates! I mail bombed Bill Gates.
Blank: You shouldn't have mentioned it. Now corncob will go...
NeXuS: sure am...
The Hitman clicks 'leave room'. MIRC immediately flashes up, showing countless rooms entitled 'hackers only' and the like.
EXT. OUTSIDE THE HOTEL- NIGHT
The Hitman walks to his Turbo, his voice ominously making it's way into the scene.
HITMAN
The Agency turned its back on me. Not a wise thing to do.
He opens the door to his car.
HITMAN
Lobo's undoubtedly got my scent by now, tracking me down. It's only a matter of time before he finds me.
The Hitman gets into his car.
HITMAN
I've got to make sure he does. But on my turf.
He shuts the door, buckles up and starts the engine.
HITMAN
He's there somewhere... I just hope I can buy some time...
He drives off into the night streets. The camera TRACKS BACK to reveal Lobo standing on a ledge across the street.
INT. LAN PARTY- NIGHT
The Hitman enters via the large roll open doors to a warehouse literally jam packed with computers and users. In one corner, a man is burning CDs non-stop while various people walk by with 'WARNING: CRACKER' t-shirts, or 'ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US'. REDMAN'S 'SMASH SOMETHIN' blares.
The Hitman walks up to the nearest person to the door: a boy not much older than sixteen.
HITMAN
You know where Nexus is?
The boy reacts nervously.
BOY
Why?
HITMAN
Do you know or not?
BOY
Yeah, he's over there.
