Part 9

INT. OLYMPUS’ CENTRAL CONTROL ROOM

A fist slams down on a tactical map console

LOCK (O.S)

What do you mean you can't find him?!

Lock is sitting in a chair raging at a terrified lieutenant standing to attention. The wall in front of him is covered in monitors displaying a variety of horrific scenes from earth. Behind him, intelligence analysts are pouring over technical maps and readouts. Cadbury is standing at attention by the door. Malice is sitting on a chair in the corner, his boots up on a desk, munching biscuits out of the packet. He looks up and grins.

MALICE

Trouble in paradise governor?

Regaining his composure, Lock smooths  his ruffled white hair back

LOCK

You have no idea.

He presses a button and turns in his chair. A monitor is showing the carnage at sea.

LOCK

How do you fancy earning your keep?

Malice puts the biscuits down and stands up.

MALICE

'Bout fuckin time.

Lock clicks his fingers and Cadbury approaches with a small oranate black wooden box. He opens it, inside is lined with red velvet and filled with thick Monte Cristo cigars. Lock takes a cigar, rolls it in his fingers, smells it. Cadbury closes the box.

LOCK

I have a little problem. One of our new bioweapon test subjects, a worm from sector 7, has gone astray. I want you to collect him.

He puts the cigar in his mouth. Cadbury steps forward and lights it with a gold zippo.

MALICE

Doesn't sound too 'ard. Why not send in the grunts to chase your fucking rats?

LOCK (exhaling)

This lab rat has a bit of a nasty bite.

He presses another button, the footage of Cleric's violent escape is playing on loop in black and white.

Malice steps forward spitting.

MALICE

Are you fucking kidding me?

Lock turns slightly in his chair, grinning.

LOCK

Impressive isn't he?

Malice waves his arm upwards at the monitor.

MALICE

He's a fucking freak.

He waves his finger in the air at Lock, smiling.

MALICE

You lot never learn do ya?

Heads turn in the control room, the analysts look at each other nervously, the room goes quiet. Lock just stares calmly up at Malice, 5 seconds pass...

MALICE

So where's the cunt now?

LOCK

He was traced to a ferry bound for Ghetto 14.

Malice straightens up, going into business mode.

MALICE

I'll need some tools and some boys.

LOCK

Cadbury has the dossier. There will be a team waiting for you in Hanger 18.

He waves his hand nonchalantly.

LOCK

Cadbury, show Mr Malice to the armory.

Malice turns to Cadbury and gestures in front of him.

MALICE

After you Cadbury me old son.

He follows the slow upright Cadbury out of the room.

Lock sits in his chair and puffs at his cigar, leaning back in the chair as he watches the monitors. He turns his head slightly to his side, seeing the terrified lieutenant still standing at attention.

               LOCK

            Piss off Ray.