Shadows of Mr Black

Scene 20

### Scene 20

**Location: Mr. Black’s Hidden Lair – Nigeria, Jos Plateau**

The camera pans over a dimly lit, lavishly furnished office. The atmosphere is tense, filled with the quiet hum of high-tech gadgets and multiple screens displaying various security feeds. In the center of the room sits Mr. Black, his piercing eyes fixed on the countdown timer ticking away on his desk. The clock shows *45 minutes remaining*. The once confident glint in his eyes is now tinged with frustration as he rhythmically taps his fingers against the dark mahogany surface.

**Mr. Black:** (impatiently, his voice cutting through the silence) “Agnes, what’s taking them so long? This is getting infuriating. I’ve given them all the clues they need. How hard is it to find me?”

His voice is a mixture of impatience and disappointment. He leans back in his chair, the leather creaking slightly under his weight, and glances at the timer again. The seconds tick away relentlessly, each passing moment deepening his frustration.

**Mr. Black:** (sighing deeply, his tone now edged with boredom) “Seems like I expected too much from them.”

With a resigned look, he reaches for a small, inconspicuous button on the side of his desk and presses it. A soft click echoes in the room. Almost immediately, a hidden door slides open with a quiet hiss, revealing two figures dressed in tactical black attire emblazoned with the unmistakable symbol of the Black Clover organization—a menacing, dark clover outlined in blood-red.

The figures step forward, their movements sharp and precise. They stop a few feet away from Mr. Black, standing at attention, waiting for his command.

**First Person:** (in a deep, steady voice) “What are your orders, Mr. Black?”

**Mr. Black:** (rising from his chair with a weary sigh) “Prepare the chopper. This has been a waste of time. How boring.”

The two subordinates nod curtly and disappear as quickly as they arrived, their footsteps echoing faintly down the corridor. Mr. Black takes a moment to compose himself, straightening his suit and adjusting the cuffs with meticulous precision. His eyes flicker with a dangerous combination of irritation and apathy.

As he makes his way out of the office, the tension in the air is almost palpable. The camera follows him through the corridors, revealing more of the hidden lair—a labyrinth of sleek, metallic walls lined with advanced security systems and armed guards. The lair is a fortress, a testament to Mr. Black’s meticulous planning and resources.

**Location: The Helicopter Pad**

The scene transitions to a heavily fortified underground helicopter pad. The chopper, sleek and black, waits with its rotors slowly spinning, casting an ominous shadow across the floor. The two operatives are already there, standing by the chopper with weapons at the ready.

Mr. Black strides towards the helicopter, his expression one of utter disdain. Just as he reaches the chopper, the sound of rapid footsteps and the clicking of safeties being released on firearms echoes through the chamber.

**Sarah Coleman:** (her voice commanding, cutting through the tense silence) “Hands where we can see them!”

Mr. Black stops in his tracks, turning slowly to face his pursuers. The light from the helicopter's rotors casts eerie, shifting shadows across his face. A wide, almost amused grin spreads across his lips as he lifts his hands in a mockery of surrender.

**Mr. Black:** (grinning, with a mockingly impressed tone) “Finally. I was beginning to think you’d never show up. I was getting bored.”

The scene widens to reveal the full scope of the situation. The FBI tactical team, alongside the Nigerian Army’s elite Special Forces, has surrounded the entire pad. Dozens of heavily armed operatives, wearing body armor and helmets, have their weapons trained on Mr. Black. The Nigerian Army soldiers are positioned strategically, their rifles aimed with deadly precision, their expressions focused and determined.

Sarah Coleman steps forward, her Glock 19 trained squarely on Mr. Black. Behind her, Agent Daniel Briggs moves with practiced caution, his eyes never leaving Mr. Black’s, as if trying to read the mind of the man who has caused so much destruction.

**Sarah Coleman:** (her voice steady, masking the adrenaline coursing through her veins) “It’s over, Mr. Black. You’re surrounded. There’s nowhere left to run.”

**Mr. Black:** (his grin widening, eyes twinkling with a dark amusement) “Run? My dear, I never intended to run. This was all part of the plan.”

**Daniel Briggs:** (cutting in, his tone harsh) “We’ve decrypted your file, Black. We know about the politicians, the businessmen. It’s over. We’ve got everything we need to dismantle your entire operation.”

Mr. Black chuckles softly, the sound chilling in its lack of concern. His calm demeanor contrasts sharply with the tension in the air.

**Mr. Black:** (mockingly) “Oh, Agent Briggs, you’re so predictable. Do you really think it’s that simple? This… (he gestures vaguely around) this was just the beginning. A prelude, if you will.”

Sarah’s grip tightens on her gun. She knows better than to trust anything Mr. Black says, but there’s something in his tone that unsettles her.

**Sarah Coleman:** (firmly) “Enough of your games, Black. You’re coming with us.”

The soldiers close in, securing the perimeter tighter, their eyes trained on the notorious criminal. Mr. Black doesn’t resist as they approach, his hands still raised in surrender, the smile never leaving his face.

**Mr. Black:** (as he’s cuffed, his voice still light, almost conversational) “You’ve done well to get this far, truly. But tell me, Agent Coleman, Agent Briggs—what will you do when you realize that this game isn’t over? That it never was?”

The words send a chill down Sarah’s spine, but she keeps her expression steely. There’s no time to waver now.

**Mercer:** (voice crackling over Sarah’s earpiece) “Coleman, Briggs, status report.”

**Sarah Coleman:** (pressing the earpiece, keeping her eyes on Mr. Black) “We’ve got him, sir. Mr. Black is in custody. Preparing for extraction.”

**Mercer:** “Good work. The chopper is on standby for immediate exfil. Keep him secured and bring him in.”

The soldiers begin to escort Mr. Black towards the waiting helicopter, their movements swift and efficient. The tension in the air is still thick—no one is relaxing just yet.

**Sarah Coleman:** (walking beside Mr. Black, her tone a mix of curiosity and wariness) “What’s your endgame, Black? Why Nigeria? Why now?”

**Mr. Black:** (glancing at her, his smile never wavering) “Agent Coleman, if I told you, that would ruin all the fun, wouldn’t it?”

Sarah narrows her eyes but says nothing. The sound of the helicopter’s rotors grows louder as they approach, and the scene fades out with Mr. Black’s enigmatic smile lingering in the darkness.