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CATWALK - SHADOWREACH R&D FACILITY - NIGHT

Two terrorist soldiers patrol an outdoor metal catwalk that surrounds the desolate Shadowreach R&D Facility on the desert of Shadowreach. Their only means of defense are automatic pistols.

"Shit, it's so goddamn hot!" The one they call Ray said.

He YANKS off his helmet, sunvisor completely steamed up, hot oxygen clouding out of his combat suit.

"Uh-huh." Bulkovich replied.

"How hot do you think it is? It has to be hot enough to overheat our suit coolant systems, right?

"Well, we're in the desert. So, yeah. Hot."

They arrive at a small security room: lines of holo-screens run across one wall, showing at least four different angles per room in the Facility: scientists testing and upgrading weapons and equipment; terrorist soldiers patrolling every exit; a three-leaf clover docking platform; hundreds of corridors. Bulk stands guard outside the door while Ray sets his helmet down at the console and checks the holo-screens.

"Patrolling in the desert!" Ray complained.

"Give me a goddamn break. You know who isn't treated like this?"

"I'm sure you'll tell me."

"Garrett. I bet Garrett is sleeping right now, back in his bunk, with his fat mongoloid melonhead on a soft pillow."

"Yeah, that's Garrett."

Under his sunvisor, Bulk rolls his eyes.

"You know, I had corridor day-patrol eight weeks straight? Eight goddamn weeks, man!"

"Well lucky you."

"All I do is make one comment about the CO and security protocol to Garrett, and what happens?!"

"Uh-huh that's great."

"The next thing you know, I've been assigned to catwalk night-patrol and Garrett gets my next corridor day-patrol. And I get to burn my ass off out here with… Bulk?"

Ray looks back from the holo-screens, stares at the NOW EMPTY DOORWAY!

"Ha-Ha. Come on Bulk, you're not funny."

No response. Ray walks over and looks out the door. Empty catwalk.

"Hey where are ya? Bulk, stop messing around. Bulk? Bulk!"

Ray pulls out his automatic pistol and scans the area for his friend.

Then, the dead body of Bulk, helmet taken off, falls and hangs from a thin-wire noose in front of the doorway, suit dripping blood from within. Ray looks down and sees a pool of blood. He turns, looks up and sees Bulk hanging from above the doorway.

Before he can scream, a black figure pounces from the shadows, wrapping his arm around Ray's neck and slitting his throat with a serrated combat knife. The figure throws the second dead body over the side railing.

He steps under a hanging light to REVEAL Slayer, dressed in a black tactical operations uniform, a standard among those employed under the UNSC RRTS.

Like military outfits, his pants are tucked into black steel-toe boots. On his right shirtsleeve is a patch with the logo of an eagle holding a planet in its talons and a banner: 'UNSC.' Around the logo are the words: 'RRTS' 'Direct. Alert. Safe.'

He presses two fingers to his comm unit.

"Clear?"

SMOKESTACK - SHADOWREACH R&D FACILITY - NIGHT

Rising up from the Atmospheric Processing Station. Kit-Kat lays on her belly across the vent at the top of the smokestack, watching Slayer through the thermal-imaging scope of her bolt-action sniper rifle.

"Yeah, you're clear." Kit-Kat's voice called over the sound of the swirling sand tornado that collects then falls again into arid dust. Her comm CRACKLES from the poor reception.

"Careful, though. This heating makes for a good disguise from the terrorist thermals, but it's messing with my thermals as well. And the goddamn desert heat isn't helping."

She wipes sweat from her forehead with the back of her arm.

CATWALK - SHADOWREACH R&D FACILITY - NIGHT

Slayer crouches in front of an air vent set low in the wall and expertly unlatches the grille, swinging it open.

"What time is it?"

"Don't worry about the time, worry about getting those files! Next patrol is in fifteen seconds!"

"I'll be gone before that." Slayer laughed, entering the air shaft, which is a tight fit.

"Alright, cowboy, don't forget to set your motion tracker. If we get caught there's gonna be hell to pay with both the terrorists and the UNSC."

Slayer quickly scoots along, armor clattering in the confined space, despite how hard he tries for it not to.

RRTS. Rapid Response Tactical Squad 1 is their class. A UNSC Special Operations Task Force. They are one of six Units that are the brains and brawn behind high-threat Operations. Soldiers without the label of green, white or blue uniforms. Operatives adorned in black.

All ten Squad-members are trained in hand-to-hand combat and specialized in firearms. They are the best there is. Whenever the military needed information or if an operation failed, they're sent in to finish the job.

He comes up on an intersection, turning right.

"Slayer, your motion tracker." Kit-Kat reminded.

"Takes too long, I could be finished in the amount of time it takes to set it."

"You know what else takes too long? Getting caught."

Slayer groans as he moves into the narrow connecting duct and finds the grille he's been looking for. His eyes light up as he sees another soldier passing under the grille - - alone.

CORRIDOR - SHADOWREACH R&D FACILITY - NIGHT

The soldier spins around as Slayer kicks down the grille with incredible force and hops down onto a soldier's back, shanking his helmet with his serrated combat knife. Slayer moves slowly down the corridor.

"Slayer, I want to remind you that I don't have a visual on you in there. I can't be your eyes if I can't see you."

"Give it a rest, Sergeant. I got this."

Slayer stealthily sneaks through the Facility, past subcorridors with ever-wary soldiers and rooms of scientists.

"Slayer, I need you to talk to me. What's happening?"

"Not now. I see the objective, going to initiate transfer."

Slayer quickly slips in through a polished chrome door. As it closes, we see its labeling:

"Data Processing & Memory Bank."

DATA PROCESSING & MEMORY BANK - SHADOWREACH R&D FACILITY - NIGHT

Slayer looks upon an expansive room, lined with hundreds of fridge-sized data processors and memory banks, all painted in order by three-digit alpha-numeric codes.

"G-12." Slayer said to himself walking down the line like a shopper at a grocery store.

"G-12, G-12, G-12… Bingo!"

Slayer plugs a futuristic Personal Digital Assistant into an input on the Memory Bank labeled: "G-12."

He TAPS on the Memory Bank's screen until it reads:

"INITIALIZING TRANSFER."

"While the data is transferring, set your goddamn motion tracker…"

"Almost done." Slayer whispered into his comm.

He sighs, finishing up transferring the files pinpointing the locations of very important targets onto the PDA.

"C'mon." He urged, watching the loading bar move as slowly as possible.

This hacking business took too long, for him anyway. There had been no time to call in anyone better suited to the task, not for the facility they had broken into. So it would take as long as it takes.

"Give me three minutes."

His eyes widen at the schematics and materials required for building the superweapons that these files contain as he scrolls through them on the screen of the Memory Bank.

He shudders, accidentally accessing the main screen for the Memory Bamk with the retreating motion of his hand.

It doesn't feel right. Something beneath his skin begs him to run. That from the shadows something will bite him.

A bold title catches his eye and he taps on the file.

UNSC Special Operations Task Force 'Rapid Response Tactical Squad 1.'

Mission: Blackbird

Members:
- Gunnery-Sergeant Asher Mahonin (Sarge)
- Staff-Sergeant John Hernandez (Slayer)
- Sergeant Katsuhiko Kumanosuke Takaashi (Kit-Kat)
- Doctor Mallard DuFresne (Doc)
- James McGregor (Alpha Foxtrot)

Location: Shadowreach R&D Facility

ETA: 0500 hours, 13th Friday.

"Son-of-a-bitch!"

He scans through the file once more, noting the lack of mention for Athena, their secondary sniper. The thought clenches his heart. So hard his hands shake. They have everything. Their location. Their plan.

"She's killed us all!" He whispered.

The information doesn't matter now. Nothing matters but the security of his team.

SMOKESTACK - SHADOWREACH R&D FACILITY - NIGHT

Kit-Kat looks at a portable holo-pod which, from a satellite, is relayed a 3D schematic-view of Shadowreach R&D Facility and the heat signatures of every individual person. Then does a double-take.

"Shit!"

DATA PROCESSING & MEMORY BANK - SHADOWREACH R&D FACILITY - NIGHT

"Slayer, I've got something odd on the holo-pod. Five small dots."

Slayer impatiently waits for the data to finish transferring so he can get the hell out of there, completely oblivious to what Kit-Kat just said.

"Come on, come on."

"Sergeant, check your goddamn six! I think several guards are in there with you!"

Slayer spins around, grabbing the handles of all five combat knives on his bulletproof vest and throws them, killing the five terrorist soldiers that had just raised their automatic assault rifles to kill him.

Suddenly, a soldier carrying two cups of coffee walks in, the man assigned to guard the intel that these memory banks hold. The soldier sees Slayer, looks at a white latch by the door labeled: "FOR EMERGENCIES" in bold red lettering.

A tense moment between the two - - then the soldier reaches for the alarm. Slayer quickly throws his serrated combat knife,

CLOSE ON -

the serrated combat knife as it twirls through the air and sticks right through the soldier's sunvisor.

DATA PROCESSING & MEMORY BANK - SHADOWREACH R&D FACILITY - NIGHT

The soldier falls forward, wrapping his hand around the latch, pulling it down as he hits the floor dead.

As the alarm BLARES, Slayer grabs the PDA, pocketing it securely into the breastpocket in his bulletproof vest, and takes off running, YANKING the serrated combat knife from the soldier's skull as he leaves.

CATWALK - SHADOWREACH R&D FACILITY - NIGHT

Kit-Kat jumps off the smokestack, landing behind two soldiers as the alarm sounds. She smashes their heads together, knocking them unconcious.

"Well, so much for keeping quiet. Meet me at the docking platform for extraction!"

She takes off running down the catwalk.

ON A PARALLEL CATWALK,

Slayer tumbles out through a steel automatic sliding door and takes off the opposite way that Kit-Kat was headed.

"I might need a couple minutes."

PLATFORM - SHADOWREACH R&D FACILITY - NIGHT

Slayer runs past three guards and quickly fires his semi-automatic pistol with deadly accuracy, executing all three of them. He frontflips off a platform, firing again, killing four more guards on a lower platform.

PLATFORM - SHADOWREACH R&D FACILITY - NIGHT

He sees three more he hadn't before and ducks behind a crate as they open fire on him with their automatic pistols. He fires at them, hitting them in the legs and feet. They are uninjured, but fall as their joint servos have been damaged.

Slayer runs forward, kicking one backward by the helmet, spinning, firing his semi-automatic pistol at the head of another, killing him, turning, punching a third in the chestplate and kicking the front of his knee, destroying the hydraulic system and snapping his joint backwards.

In the background, the alarm shuts off.

He shoves the broken-kneed soldier forward, knocking the first soldier back as he gets up, then proceeds to kick the first soldier's helmet into a stack of crates, indenting his head into them and killing him.

CATWALK - SHADOWREACH R&D FACILITY - NIGHT

Slayer executes a soldier as he steps onto the platform and takes off in the other direction as other soldiers fire at him, all now armed with automatic assault rifles.

BLAM! One of the soldiers goes down

REVERSE ANGLE -

to REVEAL Kit-Kat as she flips over a crate from her hiding place and fires her sniper rifle again, rolls past Slayer, comes up on her feet in front of a soldier, now with her combat knife in hand and her sniper rifle strapped to her back, stabs the combat knife into the soldier's codpiece and slices upwards, shredding the soldiers armor and tearing his stomach open. Kit-Kat kicks him, sending him flying into another soldier.

"Rifle!" Slayer shouted.

Kit-Kat sweeps the last soldier's legs, grabbing the soldier's automatic assault rifle as she does so, and throws it towards Slayer - -

"Catch."

Slayer turns and grabs the automatic assault rifle by the grip, spins and takes out an entire Squad of soldiers as they come charging down an adjacent catwalk.

BLAM! BLAM! Slayer is almost hit by several sniper rounds. We PAN around to show that down the catwalk is a wall that separates the complex from the docking platform. A sniper is set up on top of this wall.

Slayer ducks behind the pillar of an Arc de Triomphe-like structure. Kit-Kat takes a quick-shot with her sniper rifle and rolls behind the other pillar.

"Sniper!" Slayer shouted.

"Top of that building! Switch on my mark. Sync?"

"Sync!"

"Mark!"

The two switch positions, barely dodging another two sniper rounds. Kit-Kat takes two shots with her sniper rifle, covering as Slayer grabs a soldier's body.

"Moving!" Slayer shouted.

Slayer takes off toward the wall, using the body as a shield. Any sniper rounds that were meant to kill him are stopped by the heavy armor of the dead soldier's suit.

"Watch your right!"

Halfway across the catwalk, Slayer throws the body to Kit-Kat and parquors his way to the wall, hopping and flipping between both side railings. Kit-Kat now has the body, firing her sniper rifle.

WALL - SHADOWREACH R&D FACILITY - NIGHT

Slayer crouches at the wall unit to the automatic sliding door on the wall, balancing on the railing. He raises his semi-automatic pistol and fires at the sniper from below. The sniper screams and falls, smacking into the other railing before falling to the desert floor.

Kit-Kat SLAMS her back against the automatic sliding door and fires her sniper rifle back the way they came, taking out another Squad of soldiers.

"Get the door, I'll hold them off."

"We're good, let's move."

The door opens silently. Slayer runs through while Goat watches their backs.

CATWALK - SHADOWREACH R&D FACILITY - NIGHT

The docking platform is within their sight. They run across the catwalk, executing every soldier in their way.

MAIN DOCKING PLATFORM - SHADOWREACH R&D FACILITY - NIGHT

The docking platform is like a three-leaf clover, the main docking platform, which connects to the catwalk, is sunken lower than the others. The other three docking platforms connect to the main by steel companionways.

Slayer and Kit-Kat reach the main docking platform, and with loud CLUNKS several spotlights come on, illuminating the two Special Operatives - - and they realize they're surrounded.

Soldiers stand in rows along all three of the leaflet docking platforms, aiming automatic assault rifles at the two. Slayer and Kit-Kat turn to escape the way they came but a Squad of soldiers blocks their path.

"Oh come on!" Slayer groaned.

"Well, out of the frying pan and into the fire."

"Where the hell is extraction?!"

LEAFLET DOCKING PLATFORM - SHADOWREACH R&D FACILITY - NIGHT

Athena stands at the center of the middle leaflet, now aiming a three-barrel rotary machine gun at the Special Operatives.

"Attention soldiers of the UNSC, stand down! You're surrounded! Give us the data file now! You will be taken into custody! We can do this the easy way or the hard way! There is no escape, so give us the damn data file!"

Sarge sneaks behind the soldiers, camouflaged against the black crates. He leaps forward, rolling up and swings his leg, sweeping two of the terrorist soldiers off the platform. He runs up, high-kicks another soldier back into the group, including Athena.

Sarge runs up and gives her a good - -

POW! straight across the face, sending her falling to the deck.

Now in total control of the three-barrel rotary machine gun, Sarge takes out the support beam to the left leaflet, sending all of the soldiers on it tumbling to the:

MAIN DOCKING PLATFORM - SHADOWREACH R&D FACILITY - NIGHT

"Get down, Kit-Kat!"

Slayer grabs Kit-Kat and shields her with his body.

LEAFLET DOCKING PLATFORM - SHADOWREACH R&D FACILITY - NIGHT

Sarge quickly takes out the right leaflet, jams the firing mechanism on the three-barrel rotary machine gun and kicks it, sending it spinning around to kill off the remaining soldiers on that leaflet docking platform.

MAIN DOCKING PLATFORM - SHADOWREACH R&D FACILITY - NIGHT

Sarge backflips down to Slayer and Kit-Kat and the three of them proceed to kick the asses of every terrorist soldier that survived the fall from leaflet to main.

LEAFLET DOCKING PLATFORM - SHADOWREACH R&D FACILITY - NIGHT

As the Special Operatives fight, Athena SLAMS her elbow down on the three-barrel rotary machine gun, unjamming the firing mechanism. She takes aim - - straight at Slayer.

"Sayonara, bitch!"

MAIN DOCKING PLATFORM - SHADOWREACH R&D FACILITY - NIGHT

Kit-Kat sees this.

"Slayer, look out!"

Kit-Kat pushes him out of the way and ends up with a chest full of lead. She falls back.

"Kit-Kat! No!"

LEAFLET DOCKING PLATFORM - SHADOWREACH R&D FACILITY - NIGHT

Sarge fires a grappling gun at the turret, which hooks between the two gun shields.

"What the…?"

Sarge pulls and the turret SWINGS down, firing at the leaflet docking platform below her feet, collapsing the platform. Athena jumps, barely catching the main docking platform by its ledge.

MAIN DOCKING PLATFORM - SHADOWREACH R&D FACILITY - NIGHT

Slayer helps Kit-Kat toward the far end of the docking platform, now open without the middle leaflet.

"I got you. Move."

He tosses Kit-Kat against the railing. The two then both fire their weapons at the remaining soldiers.

"Come in, Alpha Foxtrot! We have wounded, you need to get us out of here right now! Tell Doc to have his medical pouch ready!"

Sarge suddenly runs behind them and grabs them both by the shoulder.

"Come on you two. We're outta here."

He pulls them over the railing of the docking platform, all three disappearing below.

"After them!" Athena screamed.

Before any of the remaining soldiers can move, a Dropship rises up from beneath the docking platform, the three Special Operatives standing on its roof. The soldiers raise their automatic assault rifles to fire - - too late. The ring of brilliant navigation lights centered around the cockpit switch on, blinding the soldiers. Then comes the - -

BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP! of the six-barrel rotary machine gun attached below its cockpit.

Sarge waves cheerfully down at the ensuing massacre.

"Sorry about the mess, fellas."

He turns to Slayer, who holds up the PDA triumphantly.

PAYLOAD - DROPSHIP - NIGHT

Sarge jumps down onto the open back ramp, turns back, catches Kit-Kat, then Slayer comes down.

COCKPIT - DROPSHIP - NIGHT

Sarge enters the cockpit. The cockpit is similar to modern-day Apache Helicopters, capable of having two pilots, the co-pilot being seated behind and above the pilot. A set of thin ladders are stationed on either side of the raised console behind the pilot chair.

Alpha Foxtrot, cool and confident, sunglasses and a sleek navy-blue flight suit, sits in said pilot chair. He has: "I Fly The Friendly Skies," labeled on his helmet.

"Somebody call for a ride?"

"You're late."

"Oh well, you can take it out of my tip."

DATA PROCESSING & MEMORY BANK - SHADOWREACH R&D FACILITY - NIGHT

Three metal canisters, laying among the dead bodies of the terrorist soldiers EXPLODE into the camera. The frame is filled with bright orange flame.

Through this, the Main Title:


Hey, guys. Welcoming myself back from a LONG time of not uploading. This is basically a reimagination of DooM (2005) if it wasn't in the franchise. It may or may not be a little trashy so…enjoy.