Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2021 10:24:02 GMT -5
The scene opens with a laptop screen right in front of us with a encrypted command prompt window open; you see a green cursor flashing instead of the normal white one on the black background. The laptop is sitting on a small coffee table, and as the camera zooms out we see that we are on a yacht, outdoors, surrounded by nothing but the ocean. The table the laptop is sitting on it’s located on the back of it, with an empty beach chair in front of it. The camera zooms back into the screen as the laptop starts to beep. The cursor begins to move as words start to reveal themselves… “Connection required…. Connection met… The Assigner is now connected, The Assigner is typing.”
[The Assigner: Are you there?]
A man comes out from inside the yacht. He is wearing nothing but beach shorts and holds a Pacifico beer in his hand. He is bald, by choice it seems, and has tattoos all over his body but the one on his neck of a huge scorpion catches your attention. He places his beer next to the laptop and then sits down. He looks at the screen, waits a while and then runs his right hand through his smooth head, as if pondering to answer or not. After a long pause, he finally starts typing.
[Contractor: Yeah, I’m here.]
[The Assigner: Good, that means the job is done then?]
[Contractor: Yes.]
[The Assigner: Tell me, did he beg for his life?]
[Contractor: They all do.]
[The Assigner: Ha, good. Ready for your next job?]
The contractor stands up, as if he was just slapped in the face. He grabs his beer and finishes it up before tossing it into the ocean with all his might. He takes a deep breath, calms down, and then sits back down. He takes another deep breath and then types away.
[Contractor: No. I told you, that was the last job. I’m retired now. No more, I’m through.]
[The Assigner: I’m sorry, but you have to do this job for me. It’s personal.]
[Contractor: It’s never personal, what are you talking about?]
[The Assigner: I know it never was, but now it is. Someone decided to fuck with the wrong family. My family.]
[Contractor: What happened?]
[The Assigner: My son. He was wrestling a match in one of my underground arenas… The guy he was fighting cheated him, then delivered a move so devastating that he nearly broke my son’s back, almost paralyzing him for life. While he didn’t accomplish that, he did put him in a coma.]
[Contractor: Since when does your son wrestle?]
[The Assigner: Yeah, he got into that shit… I wanted him to join the family business but no, he’s always done what he wanted to do… Always picking a trend. For the last few years it has been wrestling. Anyway, I want the bastard who cheated him dead! I promise you, on my son’s life, that this is the last job. I will even give you a 5 million dollar bonus.]
[Contractor: 5 million?]
[The Assigner: 5,000,000.]
The man ponders the situation for a second… and then looks at the 7 digit figure on the screen. He whispers to himself… “one more… just one more…”
[Contractor: OK, send the file over.]
[The Assigner: Get this done, and I will owe you my life.]
The man closes the laptop and stands up… He walks to the edge of the yacht and looks at the sun which is setting.
Contractor: I already own your life.
A printer, which was located under the laptop shoots out a couple of pages. The man walks over and takes the one which is a 8x11 picture. The man shakes his head.
Contractor: He’s just a kid, oh well, like the boss said: “he decided to fuck with the wrong family.”
The man drops the picture on top of the laptop and then heads back inside the yacht. The camera focuses on the photo of the “kid” and he is none other than Xavier Lux. Scene slowly fades to black.
[The Assigner: Are you there?]
A man comes out from inside the yacht. He is wearing nothing but beach shorts and holds a Pacifico beer in his hand. He is bald, by choice it seems, and has tattoos all over his body but the one on his neck of a huge scorpion catches your attention. He places his beer next to the laptop and then sits down. He looks at the screen, waits a while and then runs his right hand through his smooth head, as if pondering to answer or not. After a long pause, he finally starts typing.
[Contractor: Yeah, I’m here.]
[The Assigner: Good, that means the job is done then?]
[Contractor: Yes.]
[The Assigner: Tell me, did he beg for his life?]
[Contractor: They all do.]
[The Assigner: Ha, good. Ready for your next job?]
The contractor stands up, as if he was just slapped in the face. He grabs his beer and finishes it up before tossing it into the ocean with all his might. He takes a deep breath, calms down, and then sits back down. He takes another deep breath and then types away.
[Contractor: No. I told you, that was the last job. I’m retired now. No more, I’m through.]
[The Assigner: I’m sorry, but you have to do this job for me. It’s personal.]
[Contractor: It’s never personal, what are you talking about?]
[The Assigner: I know it never was, but now it is. Someone decided to fuck with the wrong family. My family.]
[Contractor: What happened?]
[The Assigner: My son. He was wrestling a match in one of my underground arenas… The guy he was fighting cheated him, then delivered a move so devastating that he nearly broke my son’s back, almost paralyzing him for life. While he didn’t accomplish that, he did put him in a coma.]
[Contractor: Since when does your son wrestle?]
[The Assigner: Yeah, he got into that shit… I wanted him to join the family business but no, he’s always done what he wanted to do… Always picking a trend. For the last few years it has been wrestling. Anyway, I want the bastard who cheated him dead! I promise you, on my son’s life, that this is the last job. I will even give you a 5 million dollar bonus.]
[Contractor: 5 million?]
[The Assigner: 5,000,000.]
The man ponders the situation for a second… and then looks at the 7 digit figure on the screen. He whispers to himself… “one more… just one more…”
[Contractor: OK, send the file over.]
[The Assigner: Get this done, and I will owe you my life.]
The man closes the laptop and stands up… He walks to the edge of the yacht and looks at the sun which is setting.
Contractor: I already own your life.
A printer, which was located under the laptop shoots out a couple of pages. The man walks over and takes the one which is a 8x11 picture. The man shakes his head.
Contractor: He’s just a kid, oh well, like the boss said: “he decided to fuck with the wrong family.”
The man drops the picture on top of the laptop and then heads back inside the yacht. The camera focuses on the photo of the “kid” and he is none other than Xavier Lux. Scene slowly fades to black.