EXT OLD BELTMINER, INC. RESEARCH FACILITY DUSK
SUPER: 15 Years Later
Old buildings surrounded by a ragged chain-link fence. Overgrown. There is a 300’ what-the-fuck crater smoldering. Unnatural. Everything is erased as if deleted by a perfect molten sphere that is no longer there. A perfect burning hemisphere. A body perfectly cut in half, cauterized.
INT OLD RESEARCH FACILITY OFFICE DUSK Ragged and worn people check equipment. Computers flicker. Some are dark with no power. The lab is haphazard. Old. Hand-written mathematical formulas cover every surface. There are scale starship models. An illustration of an asteroid trajectory intersecting with Earth. Power flickers. TOM MCQUIRE is tired, disheveled with old clothes patched many times, and deep in thought. Muttering.
Someone is there. SHOUTING ECHOS. Tom blinks. Comes out of his daze.
Tom! You hear me?!
I dunno! Paul, half of Susie. God. Five?
Containment. We have to get there first.
It’s math. We have to.
Looks at computer. Squints.
They will come. We have twenty seven…
Tom runs his finger down a formula written on a wall, adds to it.
…Twenty five minutes eight seconds.
Dave’s eyes widen.
Yells across the room.
People! We are leaving! 25 minutes! Go! Go! Go!
Twenty four minutes 50 seconds.
Dave rushes away.
EXT HILLSIDE DUSK
POV through binoculars: The old research facility with the 300’ smoldering crater.
KYLE RICKERS, a huge man in perfect black uniform with “GRM” logo. He lowers the binoculars. Beside him stands two black ONYX UNITS, tall sleek robotic humanoids. GRM vehicles line the hillside, equally perfect. It’s an assault team. From a distance, a VEHICLE speeds closer. Personnel stand at attention. Kyle swallows hard and walks down toward the approaching vehicle. It skids to a stop. SAL, older, gets out walking quickly. Summons Kyle with a jerk of his head as he walks toward a HOVER JET medium assult aircraft. Kyle follows and clears his throat.
We can destroy it from here.
It’s of use. Get it. Tom is here.
He must be dead.
You see the same crater I do? It’s him. A million in one chance to live and he found…calculated it.
He enters the Hover Jet. It leaps into air. Kyle snaps orders sharply. Armored vehicles roll-out toward the base.