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Racing along a cratered enemy board, and we are -
INT. LOOPED THREAD JOSTLING OVER UNEVEN BOARD - DAY
Three Hooded Men guarded by /bant/ like jannying staff. A third /bant/ user bumps. Next to him is a nervous, bespectacled man.
EXT. BOARD, EASTERN NIGGERHELL - DAY
An airstrip overlooking a coal looking board rocked by ancient artillery fire. A bland QDL Operative, flanked by Special Forces Men, stands in front of a commuter post. QDL JANNY watches the Land Cruiser pull up, hard. The /bant/ Men jump out of the vehicle.
The Driver shoves the bespectacled man in front of the QDL JANNY.
QDL JANNY:
Dr. Soyberg, I’m QDL.
Dr. Soyberg nods, nervous. QDL JANNY hands the /bant/ mod a briefcase.
/bant/ Janny:
He wasn’t alone.
QDL JANNY, confused, spots the Hooded Men. He turns to Dr. Soyberg.
QDL JANNY:
You don’t get to bring friends.
Dr. Soyberg:
They are not my friends.
/bant/ Janny:
Don’t worry, no charge for them.
QDL JANNY:
Why would I want them?
/bant/ Janny:
They were trying to grab your prize. (smiles) They work for the mercenary. The masked namefag.
QDL JANNY:
(excited) Captain Feral?
/bant/ Janny nods. QDL JANNY turns to his special Forces Men.
QDL JANNY:
Get ’em on board - I’ll call it in.