Harbin grabs the scissors from the desk with his left hand, wielding them like a knife. The two of them spring to either side of the door, waiting to hit or grab whoever comes out.
CUT TO
Close- up of the bathroom door
It opens, showing a dirty bathroom, with Slaver1 looking down and slightly sideways at his left hand and scratching himself with the other. He notices Helton out of the corner of his left eye and reacts in a flash to reach for a com unit on his belt. Harbin holds the scissors to Slaver1’s neck and he freezes. Harbin whacks him carefully with the rock and drops him, then crouches and takes the com from his belt.
Harbin: Well, well, well…
Helton: Looks like his Karma wheel is spinning faster than most, eh?
Harbin eyes the com, examining its settings. He nods in satisfaction and bends to feel the pulse of Slaver1 for a moment.
Harbin: Thick skull. Get a drink, I’ll watch him.
Harbin starts to go through Slaver1’s pockets and drops the contents on the floor. Helton goes into the bathroom, turns on the faucet, rinses his hands, then cups them to drink deeply and splash water on his face, standing up with a sigh of relief. Helton turns around to see a small pile of assorted pocket contents and Harbin dragging Slaver1 out of sight of the door with one hand, scissors in the other. Helton goes over and helps drag the last bit.
Harbin: (Nodding toward the front) Watch the door and cameras.
Harbin looks around and grabs a spool of cord from a shelf while Helton walks back toward the front.
CUT TO
View of desk and cubicle next to the entry door
Harbin walks to the cubicle and pauses at the door.
Harbin: Anything?
Helton: Nope. All quiet.
Harbin nods and enters the bathroom cubicle and closes the door.
DISSOLVE TO
Helton and Harbin are looking at the security camera screens . They hear a groan and look back toward the prisoner, take a quick glance at the screens, then go back to where Slaver1 is tied up to a heavy duty shelving unit. His hands are bound behind his back, feet are bound, and there is a cord with a noose around his neck tied to the shelf, so if he moves or tips over he will choke. There is blood on the floor behind one knee. Helton looks sharply at Harbin.
Harbin: ( Flatly) Hamstrings. Didn’t want him getting any ideas.
Helton nods grimly in understanding. He squats and looks at Slaver1 closely. His eyes are still closed, and he’s not moving much.
Harbin: I’ll keep an eye out.
Harbin turns and goes back, out of sight of Slaver1. Slowly and groggily Slaver1 comes around and looks blearily at Helton. A flash of recognition comes over his face.
Slaver1: You!?
Helton: Yup. Looks like the shoe is on the other foot, hmm?
Slaver1: How’d you get here so fast? Where’s everyone else?
Helton: Life is full of little mysteries, ain’t it?
Slaver1: Sod off, snoddie!
Helton: You aren’t too bright, are you? (Nods to the leg)
Slaver1: Look in the mirror, asshole. You can’t go anywhere from here!
Helton: Just have to see about that.
Slaver1: We’ll hunt you down like a dog!
Helton just eyes him for a minute, turning the scissors about in his hand. Slaver1 stares back.
Helton: So. What’s the routine around here?
Slaver1: Screw you! You can’t even fly out of here unless you have clearance, and pass onboard security. You’re stuck here!
Helton: ( Not sounding very concerned) Well, that might be a problem. Or, it might not.
Slaver1 laughs, then chokes and gargles to a stop on the cord around his neck.
Helton: You didn’t think we could get here for two or three days, and we showed up in a day and a half.
Slaver1: ( Glaring) So? So you took all the water and ran here, sweating it out. Big deal. I don’t give a shit about sheep like you. Not a runny, puss-filled shit about any of you. You’re all scum, and you’ll die in the mines like the rest!
Helton: Maybe, maybe not. But if I can get here much faster than you thought possible, and get the drop on
CUT TO
Close- up of the bathroom door
It opens, showing a dirty bathroom, with Slaver1 looking down and slightly sideways at his left hand and scratching himself with the other. He notices Helton out of the corner of his left eye and reacts in a flash to reach for a com unit on his belt. Harbin holds the scissors to Slaver1’s neck and he freezes. Harbin whacks him carefully with the rock and drops him, then crouches and takes the com from his belt.
Harbin: Well, well, well…
Helton: Looks like his Karma wheel is spinning faster than most, eh?
Harbin eyes the com, examining its settings. He nods in satisfaction and bends to feel the pulse of Slaver1 for a moment.
Harbin: Thick skull. Get a drink, I’ll watch him.
Harbin starts to go through Slaver1’s pockets and drops the contents on the floor. Helton goes into the bathroom, turns on the faucet, rinses his hands, then cups them to drink deeply and splash water on his face, standing up with a sigh of relief. Helton turns around to see a small pile of assorted pocket contents and Harbin dragging Slaver1 out of sight of the door with one hand, scissors in the other. Helton goes over and helps drag the last bit.
Harbin: (Nodding toward the front) Watch the door and cameras.
Harbin looks around and grabs a spool of cord from a shelf while Helton walks back toward the front.
CUT TO
View of desk and cubicle next to the entry door
Harbin walks to the cubicle and pauses at the door.
Harbin: Anything?
Helton: Nope. All quiet.
Harbin nods and enters the bathroom cubicle and closes the door.
DISSOLVE TO
Helton and Harbin are looking at the security camera screens . They hear a groan and look back toward the prisoner, take a quick glance at the screens, then go back to where Slaver1 is tied up to a heavy duty shelving unit. His hands are bound behind his back, feet are bound, and there is a cord with a noose around his neck tied to the shelf, so if he moves or tips over he will choke. There is blood on the floor behind one knee. Helton looks sharply at Harbin.
Harbin: ( Flatly) Hamstrings. Didn’t want him getting any ideas.
Helton nods grimly in understanding. He squats and looks at Slaver1 closely. His eyes are still closed, and he’s not moving much.
Harbin: I’ll keep an eye out.
Harbin turns and goes back, out of sight of Slaver1. Slowly and groggily Slaver1 comes around and looks blearily at Helton. A flash of recognition comes over his face.
Slaver1: You!?
Helton: Yup. Looks like the shoe is on the other foot, hmm?
Slaver1: How’d you get here so fast? Where’s everyone else?
Helton: Life is full of little mysteries, ain’t it?
Slaver1: Sod off, snoddie!
Helton: You aren’t too bright, are you? (Nods to the leg)
Slaver1: Look in the mirror, asshole. You can’t go anywhere from here!
Helton: Just have to see about that.
Slaver1: We’ll hunt you down like a dog!
Helton just eyes him for a minute, turning the scissors about in his hand. Slaver1 stares back.
Helton: So. What’s the routine around here?
Slaver1: Screw you! You can’t even fly out of here unless you have clearance, and pass onboard security. You’re stuck here!
Helton: ( Not sounding very concerned) Well, that might be a problem. Or, it might not.
Slaver1 laughs, then chokes and gargles to a stop on the cord around his neck.
Helton: You didn’t think we could get here for two or three days, and we showed up in a day and a half.
Slaver1: ( Glaring) So? So you took all the water and ran here, sweating it out. Big deal. I don’t give a shit about sheep like you. Not a runny, puss-filled shit about any of you. You’re all scum, and you’ll die in the mines like the rest!
Helton: Maybe, maybe not. But if I can get here much faster than you thought possible, and get the drop on
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