Survival

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(Siren blaring)
(Helicopter blade whirring sound)

The scene opens at Lombard St, San Francisco. Military bulletproof van speeds in and stop in front of a huge building. About 20 United States Special Operation Force also known as SOF alights from the van armed and ready for combat. Helicopter, dropping off about 10 SOF at the scene.

Walkie-talkie: We’ve got four hostages…president’s daughter and three guards. Situation is extremely unstable. Suspect is Mamud. Suspected to be in connection with a group of terrorists. He should be considered armed and dangerous.

Light shifts to the Team Commander, Emmanuel, conversing with the SOF commander, Scott over a video call before the phone rings.

**phone beeping**

Emmanuel: (over the phone) hello?

Mamud: I’m not coming out, you hear me? I’m not. I want everyone gone…you, your men, snipers, I mean everyone. If I don’t see tail lights in the next five minutes, you’re not gonna like what happens next. (He threatens)

Emmanuel: Mamud?

Scott: can you get him back on the phone? (Talking over the video call)

Emmanuel: he’s done talking. What should we do sir?

Scott: what do you mean? We can’t back-off. Do it!

Emmanuel: yes, sir.

The Special Operation Force moves closer to the building aiming their guns at the door ready to combat as they advance forward

Walkie-talkie: gold unit, this is HR1. Move to green.

(A team hurried forward to breach the aluminum door and hurries inside the building all aiming at the target).

Emmanuel: show me your hands! Drop your weapon! Hands! Turn around!

Mamud: (a young man with appropriate body mass index. His eyes are concealed in a pair of glasses) he turns around with a young lady in her 20’s. She’s fair in complexion and has a blue-like eye balls. She’s
Nathaniel. (Mamud aim a gun at Nathaniel in the head).

Emmanuel: oh shit!

Mamud: I told you to get your men out (he brings out a remote from his pocket).

Emmanuel: Mamud. Mamud, look at me (Frightened)

Mamud: no. It’s over. I’m gonna kill us all. I didn’t want it to end like this. It’s not supposed to. (He laments)

Emmanuel: put the gun and remote down and step away Mamud. We can settle this.

Mamud: I’m sorry. (He grieves)

Emmanuel: it’s okay. (He said with a sign of relief)

Mamud: but you gave me no alternative. (He puts his gun down and he’s about to press the remote)

Emmanuel: NO!!

The building explodes and immediately, the power supply goes out.

Helicopter blade whirring

Walkie-talkie: this is Navy Alpha two-one niner. En route to beau fort Naval hospital.
Light fades.

****
Light come on Scott in his office.

Scott: oh! No! A whole team just went down? Summon the senior enlisted commanders immediately! (He orders an agent in the room, as he hits is hands on a table nearby. There’s sign of grieve and annoyance on his face)

Agent: yes, sir! (He salutes as he’s about to turn towards door)

****
Light come on at Daniel’s residence. They’re sitting by the television in the sitting room.

Morgan: (she’s a slim blonde) Darling, shouldn’t we start preparing to welcome our first baby girl this week?

Daniel: you got to be kidding! Are you serious? (He raises his voice in excitement)

Morgan: huh huh! (She nods) I think she will take after me though.

Daniel: A girl? Hell, no…no… Is that a fair thing to say? It’s probably a boy! (He declares) I knew what we did. It can’t be a girl (he tickles her)

Morgan: awnnn! (She burst into laughter) Shall we see who wins?

Daniel: I already won, no doubt dear. He would look so much like me when he’s grown up. An able bodied man with muscular strength, flexible and appropriate body mass index and also a good body composition.

Morgan: Don’t tell me you haven’t checked the mirror in the past few months?

They laugh at themselves.

**Daniel’s phone beeping**

Daniel: excuse me, dear, few minutes. It’s a call from Scott.

Morgan: sure! You have it.

Daniel: yes, boss?

Scott: I need you here immediately. There’s an emergency.

Daniel: this night?

Scott: yep! Quick!

Daniel: okay boss. (He makes a sad expression as he drops the phone) -dear, I need to see the boss quickly. I’m sorry-

Morgan: dear, but you promised to quit the job. Perhaps, did you have a different thought? This job is just damn dangerous! I can’t imagine a live without you and my child without a father. (She laments)

Daniel: I’m sorry dear. I had planned to tender my resignation letter tomorrow. I know you’re worried about my safety. (He gives her a warm hug)

Morgan: are you coming back tonight?

Daniel: I don’t know yet. I’ll update you when I find out (he grabs his car key)

Morgan: okay. (She said with a sad expression)

Daniel: hey dear! Your man would be fine (he threw a peck on her soft cheek before turning to the door)

(Morgan returns to the sitting room watching the emergency news)

TV broadcaster: US authorities now say the toll in yesterday’s Lombard St, San Francisco bombing has risen to 170 dead and 250 wounded. It is the most devastating terrorist attack in America in 18 years and the worst ever in San Francisco. While no organization has taken responsibility for the blast, Intelligence Support Activity has identified chemical traces that are the hallmark of the famous arms dealer in Iran, Imran. International security experts say Imran family is now instigating violence in remote capitals to foster instability and thus fuel massive arms sales around the globe.
Stay tuned for a real time update from our
colleagues at the crime scene. We’ll be back shortly.

Morgan: (muttering to herself) I hope Daniel is gonna be safe. (She says, worriedly)
Light out.