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.

TOM

Containment.

Someone is there. SHOUTING ECHOS. Tom blinks. Comes out of his daze.

DAVE

Tom! You hear me?!

TOM

Y..How many?

DAVE

I dunno! Paul, half of Susie. God. Five?

TOM

Containment. We have to get there first.

DAVE

What?

TOM

It’s math. We have to.

Looks at computer. Squints.

TOM

They will come. We have twenty seven…

Tom runs his finger down a formula written on a wall, adds to it.

TOM

…Twenty five minutes eight seconds.

Dave’s eyes widen.

DAVE

That’s imp…!

Yells across the room.

DAVE

People! We are leaving! 25 minutes! Go! Go! Go!

TOM

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.

KYLE

We can destroy it from here.

SAL

It’s of use. Get it. Tom is here.

KYLE

He must be dead.

SAL

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.