Chaesoo ff - Love Undercover

Chapter 8

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INCHEON INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT

A PAIR OF SLEEK BOOTS struts confidently through the terminal. WE see it's ROSÈ, decked out in a sexy, super-spy outfit, impenetrable behind dark sunglasses.

Rosè owns it, the CROWD parting as she passes. Heads turn. She's intense, deadly determined.

We hear a boarding announcement.

"This is the final boarding call for Anchorage, Alaska, departing from Gate 7-B." Rosè heads for the gate, passing a SINISTER-LOOKING MAN turned away from her, buying a slice of pizza.

He turns around and stares after her.

Moments later. An airplane soars over the frozen Alaskan landscape.

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ANCHORAGE, ALASKA

ROSÈ emerges from the terminal, a bag slung over her shoulder. She heads for the taxi stand, when a SCARY-LOOKING guy steps up beside her.

"Need a ride, miss?" His Voice is hoarse.

"No, thanks. I'll just take a cab." Then Two other equally SCARY-LOOKING guys step up beside her, box her in. They show her they're holding guns under their coats. She sighs wearily.

"You guys just love your guns, don't you?" They heard her into a waiting black sedan.

THE SCARY GUY THAT TOOK ROSÈ

IN A DARK ROOM

We are back where we were in the first scene. Rosè's seated at a metal table, handcuffed, as the Scary Guys stand menacingly nearby.

Rosè just sits there, thinking in silence --having replayed the whole story of her past week solely in her mind. The Scary Guys wait expectantly.

"So?" He asked.

Rosè was pulled out from her trance. "I'm sorry, what?"

"You said you'd have to go back to Monday to explain to us why you're here. So do it." Tha man warned.

"Oh. Right. You know what? I'm not feeling it." Rosè shook her head comically.

"What?" He sneered.

"Look, I don't know if you're the bad guys or the worse guys or some other guys entirely. But the one thing I do know for certain? You're definitely a bunch of assholes." The Man looks on, incredulous.

"Honestly, if this was last week, we might be having a whole different conversation here. But a lot's happened to me since then. So, really, I only have two words for you... bite me." The Man nods to one of his cohorts, who grabs Rosè's arm, rolls up her sleeve. She stares in horror as she's injected with a needle.

"What is that? Heroin?! Is that heroin?! You're gonna turn me into a junkie?!" She panicked.

"It's sodium pentothal. To relax you." The man gave her an evil grin.

"Oh ..." she started to feel saggy.

"So now you can tell us your story -- completely and truthfully."

Rosè sits there a moment, the drug hitting her. She looks at the man.

"The truth?" She asked them to smile like an idiot.

"Yes." The man leaned forward. "The truth."

"Okay. My mother has a better life than I do." She stated a fact.

"What?" The man blinked to his surprise. What is she talking about?

"I mean, I always thought she was just irresponsible, ever since I was a kid, and I didn't want to be like that. I went the other way -- played it safe and stable, you know? But that's no fun. And it is so not sexy." The man began to be impatient with her.