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EXT. UNDERGROUND CAVERN — TIME UNKNOWN
Darkness. Heavy, humid, textured.
A WOMAN moves through it with stealth. Her cargo pants are caked in grime, headpiece blinking faintly at her temple. She’s thrown everything she has at the wall to see what sticks.
She lost her map.
She scans the velvet black around her — perhaps the body can see what the eyes cannot.
A voice crackles through her earpiece.
M (V.O.) Hey. Where are you?
She doesn’t answer. She’s gotten good at tuning people out.
Her hand finds a latch in the dark. Good thing she drew that map, the knowledge transferred to her muscles.
She grabs the latch. Recoils.
Ew.
Wipes her hand on her cargo pants. Grimaces. Her pants are just as dirty. It’s been a while since she was last home.
She closes her eyes. A warm bubble bath. His voice wafting around her, enveloping her neck like a pillow.
But first.
M (V.O.) HEY. Are you fucking lost??
She snaps back.
WOMAN Sorry, sorry. I’m here. I am not... lost. Per se.
She bites her lip. It’s an art, finding humor in the direst straits. Heh.
M (V.O.) I can’t locate you on the radar. At all. I cannot help you if I don’t know where you are.
WOMAN You can’t?
Genuinely surprised.
WOMAN (CONT’D) Oh...
M (V.O.) Oh WHAT?
WOMAN I turned the tracker off.
M (V.O.) And why would you do such a thing?
WOMAN Jesus. M, relax. I think it got bumped when I came down into the caverns, actually.
She knocks softly on the metal around the latch. Testing.
WOMAN (CONT’D) The GPS unit was attracting the wrong attention anyhow. You all were not the only ones picking up my signal. So in a way... Godsend, yea?
Silence. Just breathing.
He wants to scold her. Ask her if she doesn’t care.
She made a very good point.
M (V.O.) (exhaling slowly) All right. So when—
WOMAN So about that.
(beat)
I have no idea.
She gathers herself. Slams her body against the metal door.
WOMAN (CONT’D) (grunting) But!
She tries again.
BAM!
The door gives.
Neon light floods in. Infinite tubes snaking toward a center column. And there, held inside it: the last of its kind.
She looks at it for a long moment.
WOMAN Et voilà.
(a smile that can’t help itself)
I had a feeling...
CUT TO BLACK.