Agent Arizona: Season 15

The Mother of Destruction

Dylan and Jax are now in a snowy tundra. Dylan is currently speaking with Carlos. "What's that? Y-You're breaking up!" 

"Don't you try that bad signal crap with me, Andrews! I spent a fortune on this slipstream so you could hear me loud and clear! Show's over: time to come home." Carlos orders. 

"I'm onto something: something big." 

"You're not onto something: you're on something. AI Fragments? Time travel? A talking bomb?!" 

"There's something else. I've been digging around the remains of Project Freelancer, and I-" 

"And how in God's name did you manage that?!" Carlos says shocked. 

"Well, I've been doing it..." Dylan then looks up at the crashed frigate known as the Mother of Invention. "...literally. And I pieced together a complete record of their personnel files. I got real names for all the super soldiers!" 

"Okay, how many have you interviewed?" Carlos inquires. 

"None. Get this: I checked the names against the UNSC crime database, and every single former agent is either dead or missing. Most of the disappearances happened after the Reds and Blues started their crime spree! They have to be related!" 

"It ain't enough! It's actually nothing! You've been gone for weeks! Show me something that the people can look at with their eyeballs!" 

"You'll have visuals when I finish tracking down the Reds and Blues!" Dylan states. 

"OH, nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nooo, Dylan! I'm putting an end to this nonsense right now. You get back to the office pronto, or you're out of a job. Period. Capiche? End of story." 

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Dylan enters the bridge of the Mother of Invention where she sees Jax standing next to a console. 

"Oh, hey! How's Uncle Carlos? He seemed kinda peeved..." Jax breathes uneasily. 

"Yeah, he's peeved. Next time he calls you please, just, let it go to voicemail. Don't transfer to me. Okay?" 

"Eh, I hate to kill my babies, but, okay." Jax shrugs. 

Dylan stares at him. "What?" 

"My voicemail box is at capacity with all my spec scripts. I'll have to delete some to make room, but, I get it: filmmaking is all about killing your babies." 

"Stop saying that. The expression is that "you have to kill your darlings," not your babies." Dylan clarifies. 

"Oh, I mean I have to delete all my ideas about babies. My horror spec, Rabies Babies; my time travel comedy, Three Men and a Baby Hitler; my Look Who's Talking reboot about Helen Kel-" 

"Enough!" Dylan snaps exasperated. "God dang it, Jax! I can't even hear myself think in this blizzard of idiocy! Go take a hike!" 

"But I just wanna help!" Jax protests. 

"You wanna help? Here's how you can help: I need you to climb up that really tall mountain. Right now. All the way up to the tippy-top, which is coincidentally really far from me." Dylan then points to the mountain outside the broken viewport of the bridge. 

"Oh, but how does that help?" 

"Because I need you to shoot establishing shots. Wide shots that we can use to set up the location at the beginning of our story." 

"Oh, I don't know. That's usually grunt work for the second unit, I'll have to check with my union rep..." 

"Quit stalling! Get!" Dylan orders.