Tocsic[1] Shock

by kapella


OPENING SHOT INT Epsilon-One Weapons Testing Building: Essentially a long firing range with an assortment of test targets such as humanoids, vehicles, and accuracy bullseyes built up against a large wall of shock-absorbent polymers at one end.

An orange-suited tech standing at the opposite end of the range from the targets places the stock of a strange-looking double-barreled gun against her shoulder and kneels to brace herself, training the laser sight on a model of a kneeling humanoid in a two-handed shooting stance. She squeezes the trigger and a hail of shots erupts from both barrels as the stock compresses to absorb the recoil. The target explodes into fragments of fiberglass. The tech feels the side of one of the clips, and retrains on a standing target. The head of the humanoid explodes. The tech removes both clips and sets them down on the ground next to her. She lays the weapon down next to the depleted clips and picks up a datapad as Hanlon walks into the room.

HANLON
How's the testing on that new puppy
coming? It's got a kick to it, doesn't it...

MAITLAND

Yep...for the amount of vibration we're
getting, though, the accuracy's well
within tolerances. Here, take a look.

Maitland hands the pad to Hanlon, and the camera cuts to over Hanlon's shoulder as he looks over charts and graphs on the screen. Hanlon runs his finger down the screen and taps one of the numbers.

HANLON

Here we are...yeah, that vibration's still
high. Maybe a little too high. Why don't
you get your team to see if you can work
some more damping into the stock?

MAITLAND

We'll try that. I'm really impressed with
the damage this thing can put out, though.
For a slugchucker, it's got some serious
power. Who would've though of a double-
barrelled automatic?

Hanlon opens his mouth, but as he starts to reply, the door behind him bursts open and an office tech rushes in.

TELSON

Volta! Got a critical for you here from
Vee-Arr central. Triage computer flagged
it code twenty-two. It came in under a
minute ago.

He thrusts a printout on a clipboard at Hanlon. Hanlon takes it and the camera cuts to over Hanlon's shoulder. Hanlon runs his finger down the page as he reads.

[TWENTY-TWO PINNACLE]

HANLON

Shit.

[FROM: VR High Command TO: All Personnel SUBJ: Immediate recall

All personnel report immediately to Blanca Mountain headquarters for further orders and dispatch regarding emergency response to abduction of High Councillor Katze Brenner.]

HANLON

Katze...Katze...Ka-HOLY FUCKING SHIT!

Hanlon turns a bright shade of white. Both techs turn and stare at him.

HANLON

Sorry about that...shit. I need to
get out of here really fucking fast.

He wrenches open the door and runs down the breezeway towards the admin building.

INT Epsilon-One Admin Building Lobby: Sparsely decorated with fractal prints, the lobby connects the outside world to the three elevators servicing the fifteen upper levels and the eight sub-basements of the admin tower. A reception desk sits to one side of the room.

Hanlon bursts into the lobby and skids to a stop in front of the reception desk. The desk tech looks up.

SANDFORD

Need help with something?

HANLON

What's the next scheduled flight out
of here? I need something real quick,
eastbound?

Sandford's hands fly over the desk console keyboard.

SANDFORD

We've got a transport leaving for Toronto
in ten minutes. It's a shipment of...
little stuff. Here we are... Datapads,
ESSes, VESUR-4s -

Hanlon breaks in.

HANLON

Good enough. Guess what? It's not going
to Toronto, at least not directly. Can
you redirect it to Blanca Mountain,
Colorado from here?

Sandford frowns and raises an eyebrow, then nods.

SANDFORD

Guess so...

He begins typing again.

SANDFORD

Mind if I ask why, though?

HANLON

I just got a priority call from Vee-Arr
Central and I need to get out there damn
fast. No time to prep my own flight if I
can help it.

Sandford glances up from the keyboard.

SANDFORD

There you go. Booked, tagged, filed. The
flight crew won't be happy, but...

HANLON

I'm allowed to exercise admin privilege
every once in a while. They can deal.

Sandford shrugs.

SANDFORD

Runway 1, be there in five to board.

Hanlon turns toward the elevators and tosses a wave toward Sandford.

HANLON

Thanks for your help.

EXT Epsilon-One, Runway One: One end of the runway is carved into the rock face and ends in a sheer wall. There is a large open hole in an adjoining taxiway.

A jet transport painted in Epsilon markings rises up through the aircraft lifter and, as the surface of the lifter becomes flush with the pavement, advances onto the runway and rolls backward to the far end. As the engines spin up, Hanlon jogs across the tarmac towards the transport carrying a sports bag over his shoulder. The main hatch opens and a ladder extends itself from below the open door. Hanlon tosses the bag up through the door and climbs up the ladder. The hatch closes behind him. The transport's engines scream up to full power and the camera pans to follow it as it climbs sharply off the end of the runway.

To be continued.

Footnotage:

[1] From the Old French "tocsin," meaning "A signal, esp. an alarm signal, sounded by ringing a bell or bells."