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INTELLIGENCE AGENT
I’ve got more important things
to be doing. Bloody rebels for one.
I haven’t got time for all these
wild goose chases. She’s a child.
EXT. WELLINGTON C.B.D. - INTERNAL SECURITY HEADQUARTERS
A CCTV DOME monitors the building exterior.
A couple of civilians walk past heading for an early
morning shift.
STREET LAMPS and TRAFFIC LIGHTS REFLECT on dark streets.
EXT. INTERNAL SECURITY HEADQUARTERS - HELI-PAD
The Intelligence Agent dismounts a two man VTOL AIRCRAFT,
carrying a STEAMING cup of COFFEE.
Two big horizontally mounted ROTARY TURBINES THUMP in the
b.g. as the aircraft ascends.
EXT. MOUNT VICTORIA (NIGHT)
Urban centre. Skyscrapers. OFFICE LIGHTS. The motorway is
swarming with cars.
A POLICE HELICOPTER flies over the city.
A KALEIDOSCOPE OF COLOURS scattered out below cuts through
a veil of pollution.
INT. SOLITARY CONFINEMENT - WELL
DARK, but not pitch black. DRIPPING. Damp rock.
Several days HAIR GROWTH shows on Beth’s scalp. Her new
OVERALLS are wet through.
A METAL BOX comes down from over Beth’s head. It is tied
to thin BRAIDED CORDAGE.
Beth looks up. There seems to be a distant LIGHT way above
her. She sits on a ledge. Takes the METAL BOX and scrapes
the WELL wall with it, makes a MARK.
Below Beth is a massive pool of water. The cylindrical
space she occupies is only four metres in diameter.