A PA Story
By Holom
Act 3
Narrator: And we are back! When we last saw our heroes, they had just gotten their asses kicked by the twins Shyla and Myla. Yet for some reason that I fail to grasp, they didn’t die. In fact, they won the fight. Amazing. But the assassin hired to kill them is only five hours away from Vancouver…leaving only a short time for our three heroes to prepare for battle.
(Holom, Catch, and Loser are in Holom’s hotel room. Catch is applying Neosporin on all his cuts.)
Catch: So, tell me again why we should stay here and face this Ryder dude instead of running and hiding?
Holom: Well, one can only assume that this guy is good and could find us wherever we went. I mean, he and whoever wants us dead obviously knew we were here….so what’s stopping them from tracking us? So….I say we just stay here and face him. And kill him.
Loser: Right, and there is another problem dude. Like you said, one can assume he is skilled. So how the FUCK are we supposed to kill him?
Holom: Well…we can buy some guns. Yeah, I mean, I can shoot a gun just fine. Loser, you have your new katana…I mean, you cant do shit with it, but if your in a pinch you can stab somebody with it. And Catch…he can seemingly fight ok, and what about shooting? How is your aim?
Catch: Fucking sniper, baby
Holom: Super…ok, now all we need are guns. Lots of guns
Loser: Ok Neo, but first….we need money for guns. Do you have money?
Holom: No….Well, I mean I have about $40 American…
Catch: That will be enough
Holom: How do you figure?
Catch: Well, seeing as how you could buy two provinces up here for $40 American…I think we can buy more than enough guns.
Loser: Hah, it’s funny because Canada sucks…
Catch: …….dick
Narrator: Ahahaha, Canada….hahaha…ahem…anyway. On the plane headed to Vancouver…
(Ryder and DSS are in a deep conversation.)
Ryder: ….And so you then twist it as hard as you can. You’ll get really bloody, but you can bet your ass the fucker you do it to will die.
DSS: Jesus….that gave me wood.
Ryder: If it did, then you’ll make a great assistant
DSS: After we kill all the stupid PA people, can we get drunk and smoke cigars and cuddle?
Ryder: Sure…wait….what?
DSS: Uh…I meant just get drunk and smoke cigars. Yeah.
Ryder: ……..
Narrator: Ahahahaha, gotta love those slips like that…tehehehe…
Holom: Damn George, are you stoned? Puff puff, give, bitch!
Narrator: No, I am not stoned…silly fuck…back in Holom’s room, the three get ready to go buy guns and other supplies.
Holom: I just got the best idea from some dude! Lets get stoned again!
Loser: Uh…what guy?
Holom: …..Um, forget about it. So how ‘bout it?
(Catch pulls out another joint that Holom rolled earlier.)
Catch: Spark the shit up, Spanky!
(Holom does. Passes it to Catch.)
Holom: (Exhales) So, you gonna actually take a hit this time Loser?
Loser: ….Sure, why the fuck not.
(Catch passes to Loser. He takes a hit, and starts coughing.)
Holom: Ahahahaha, amateur..
Catch: That’s some funny shit.
Loser: Fuck you guys
Catch: Ok, here is what we are gonna do. Loser, I’ll give you an address to a gun shop I know. We will give you $20, and while you could buy the gun shop with that, resist. Just buy several guns. Even though Canada is weird about guns, if you flash some of that American cash around, you can get anything you want.
Loser: Heh, ok. What are you and Holom gonna do?
Catch: We are gonna go get some other supplies we might need.
Holom: Sweet.
Catch: So there is the address…we will meet back here in two hours, ok?
Loser: Gotcha man…
Narrator: And so Loser headed down. Before he left the hotel though, he needed to “pee wicked bad”.
Loser: Damn, I need to pee wicked bad.
(Loser tries to go into one of the bathrooms. Its locked.)
Loser: Shit! I must pee…I MUST!
(Loser eyes the womens bathroom…)
Loser: I dunno…Eh fuck it. I MUST pee!
(Loser makes sure no one is looking, and then slips into the women’s bathroom.)
Loser: Wow…nice in here. Wish the men’s room was this nice.
(Loser notices there is only one stall. He shrugs and busts in. Only to find Allie, pants around her ankles, one of the sharpie markers sent to her up her snatch.)
Loser: Fucking shit!
Allie: GET OUT!!
(Allie tries to pull her pants up, without removing the sharpie)
Allie: GET THE FUCK OUT!
(Allie pushes the laughing Loser out of the stall and slams the door. Loser slowly walks out of the women’s bathroom, laughing the whole way. He drops to the floor outside. Hardy walks by on his way to someplace)
Hardy: What’s so funny dude?
Loser: AAAAAAhahahahahahaha…..she….ahahahaha….she is….AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
(Hardy rolls his eyes and walks away, back to where ever he was headed to begin with.)
Narrator: After Loser got over his mad case of stoned giggles, he headed to the local Canadian Gun Store.
(Loser walks into store. He is still rather stoned. He is wearing baggy pants, and little does anyone know, but he is carrying his new katana inside his pants. Or something.)
Owner: ‘Ello
Loser: Hey, hows it going?
Owner: Not too shabby. You want some guns I suppose, aye?
Loser: Heh, uh yeah. Got any automatic weapons?
Owner: Uh, no sir. Those are illegal.
Loser: Right….
(Pulls out a twenty dollar bill)
Owner: Ooooooo, wow. Dat dere is some pretty green you got, sir. If you’ll follow me, sir, I can show you what you’re lookin’ for!
Loser: Awesome.
(The scary Canadian owner takes Loser down into the basement. They stop at the foot of the stairs, and the owner turns on the lights. The room is filled with illegal guns. Lots of illegal guns. Loser steps in the room a little farther.)
Loser: Quite a collection you got going here ma…..AAAAAAAHHH!
(Loser gets hit behind the head with a baseball bat, and blacks out. He hits the ground hard. The owner smiles, holding the slightly bloody bat.)
Owner: This should be fun….
Narrator: How very interesting. Whatever shall happen to our dear Loser? Back at the hotel….
(Hardy and Eden come out of a broom closet, hair ruffled and messed the fuck up.)
Eden: So uh…your how old again?
Hardy: 21, why?
Eden: No reason….
Hardy: Heh, you looked kinda disappointed when I said my age..
Eden: …………..No
Narrator: How…special…or something. Anyway, on to better subjects. Well, when I say better, I mean back to Loser’s sad situation…Holom, we aren’t gonna get sued for what’s about to happen, are we?
Holom: Not unless Quentin Tarantino reads this shit
Narrator: That’s comforting. Anyway, the owner of the gun shop, the scary Canadian, made a call upstairs. Meanwhile, down in the basement, Loser woke up….
(Loser is tied to some odd piece of furniture, his ass in the air.)
Loser: What. The. FUCK!?
Mystery Guy: Ah, he is awake…
Owner: So he is…
(The owner and the new guy come into Losers field of vision. The new guy is dressed as a cop.)
Loser: No….nononononono…fuck you, this isn’t happening…
Cop: He is pretty cute…
Owner: Yeah, not bad…
Loser: Fuck you. No, really, fuck you!
Cop: Talks too much though…
Owner: That can be fixed…
(Loser gets a red ball gag put on him)
Loser: RAHLETEFUUUUUUUU!
(Translation: WHAT, FUCK YOU NOOOOOO!)
Cop: The red ball makes him look even cuter! He is making me so hot…
Owner: Well…why don’t you go first?
Cop: Don’t mind if I do…
Loser: ROOO! Ruckyaistulption!!!!! RAMIT!!!
(Translation: NOOO! Fuck you, this isn’t Pulp Fiction! DAMMIT!)
(As the cop slowly makes his way behind, Loser starts trying to shake his hands out of the ropes. It doesn’t feel like he is doing too well. The Cop leans over him, and Loser can feel the dude’s hard dick on his side. He almost throws up, and starts shaking his hands even harder. The cop pulls Losers pants down, along with his boxers. The katana falls out. The owner raises an eyebrow at that, but the cop just smacks Loser’s ass.)
Loser: OWWWWWWW!
(Translation: OWWWWWWWW!)
Cop: Such a supple ass
Owner: Hurry up..I want my turn…
Cop: Right…
(The cop pulls his pants down and slowly kneels behind Loser. Loser closes his eyes tightly, fearing what is to come. He still hasn’t stopped shaking his hands, trying to get free. All of a sudden, he doesn’t feel the tightness of the ropes anymore. He opens his eyes and swings his fist around, hooking the cop whose penis was only inches from his ass. The cop grunts and falls flat on his back. Not even bothering to grab his pants, Loser drops and gets his sword and unsheathes it. Seeing the owner reach for a gun, Loser runs bare ass over to him, raising the sword on his way over. He swings down before the owner can fire the gun he grabbed. The owner falls down to the ground, being cut open from his left shoulder to his right thigh. Loser then turns to face the cop, who is slowly getting up. He too goes for his gun. Loser acts quick and looks down at what he was tied down on, which turns out to be a small light weight table. Loser gives a quick kick to the table, which sends it crashing into the cop’s ankle. He drops to his knees. Loser dashes over, and in a swift movement of his sword that surprises even himself, decapitates the cop. The head hits the floor a few moments after the body does.)
Narrator: Wow
Loser: Wow…
Holom: Wow…
Narrator: What the fuck are you wowing about, you wrote it!
Holom: I know…but still, wow…
(Loser stands in a room filled with illegal automatic guns and two dead bodies with his pants down, bloody sword. Suffice to say, he feels kinda weird.)
Narrator: Well, huzzah for Loser. He didn’t get ass fucked after all.
(Loser is a little dazed looking.)
Narrator: After Loser got his shit together; he packed all the guns he could into a red Ford truck that he assumes was the gay Canadians. So with a truck full of guns, his pants back on, he started out for the hotel. Looking down at his watch, he notices it has been three hours since he left….
(Loser looks at his watch)
Loser: Shit…I was supposed to be back an hour ago….damn that gay Canadian bastard…
(Loser catches sight of a pay phone, so he pulls over to call Holom’s room)
Holom: Y’ello?
Loser: Hey dude, its me
Holom: Fuck dude, where the hell have you been? You were supposed to be back at my room an hour ago
Loser: I know man…
Holom: So where were you?
Loser: Getting guns….
Holom: And that took three hours?
Loser: Look…I don’t wanna talk about it
Holom: What, did some crazy gun shop owner try to rape you in the ass or something?
Loser: ………….
Holom: ……Wow….your…your silence there tells me more, I feel, than you ever will.
Loser: Look, I am on my way back with a truckload of automatic weapons and other assorted goodies. We will talk then.
Holom: Right, and be careful. I hear some Canadian cops are gay and like to rape people they pull over
Loser: ……….See you in a few….
Narrator: Meanwhile, back in the good old PA Chat Room….
Vagrant: ……….
HAM: ………uh…..
Bri: Wow…it’s really boring in here without the regulars present….
Vagrant: Yeah….
HAM: ….uh huh…
Bri: …………
Vagrant: ……….
HAM: ………………..
Miguel: ………….
Narrator: Well, that’s kinda sad. Back at the hotel, Loser has arrived back at the hotel…
(Loser walks down the floor that Holom’s room is on. He knocks and the door opens. He walks in to find Holom riding a donkey and Catch smoking another joint on the bed.)
Loser: Hey gu……..wait…..what the fuck?
Holom: Hey dude
Catch: Yo
(Catch passes the joint to Holom, who is guiding the donkey in small circles)
Loser: …….Ok, so, I got the guns…so…why do you guys have a donkey?
Holom: Because.
Loser: Because?
Catch: Because when we went out for supplies, we couldn’t find anything. We wanted to feel important and get something, and this donkey was the only thing we found for sale.
Loser: …..Oh
Holom: Yep. His name is Bateman
Loser: ……Ok, gimme that joint. Maybe after a few hits I can appreciate the Donkey…
Holom: His name is Bateman…
Loser: ….Then maybe I can appreciate Bateman as you two do.
Narrator: And so they all got stoned yet again….Didn’t someone say that it’s never a good idea to get stoned before something important happens?
Holom: I have never heard that…
Narrator: Of course not, you fucking pot head
Holom: Hey…well…yeah.
(Catch lies on the bed, Loser sits in a chair, and Holom sits in the floor. Bateman is out on the balcony. They are all, including Bateman, very stoned.)
Holom: So Catch, are you with me in finding it funny that we turned Loser into a total pot fiend within a matter of hours?
Catch: If by funny you mean proud, then yes….and its kinda funny too, hehehe
Loser: Um, guys?
Holom: What?
Loser: You guys do realize that the Ryder dude is gonna be here with in…I dunno, soon?
Catch: Your point?
Loser: Well…these could be our last few hours alive, that is…if we aren’t able to kill him.
Holom: ………Fuck, I didn’t think of that.
Catch: ….What a fucking downer.
Holom: Well…why don’t we take an hour for ourselves…just do whatever you want. …That way we can reflect or some shit…
Loser: Ok..sounds good.
Narrator: And so they parted one last time, to experience life as they wanted to in an hour. Loser did what he always did…
(Loser sits at a computer somewhere downstairs. He is online, chatting.)
Loser: You will never guess what happened to me at the gun store today...
Leo: Owner tried to rape you?
Loser: ………
Narrator: It was mostly boring, and he didn’t get laid. But….Leo lives in Canada, right Holom?
Holom: So she says
Narrator: Then why isn’t she there? With him? Sexing him up?
Holom: Well, two things George. One, I don’t know the crazy chick well enough to even BEGIN trying to put the personality of her I would perceive into this. And two….uh, there isn’t enough dyme cubage.
Narrator: Oh, that makes sense….dyme cubage? What the fuck?
Holom: ……Fuck you, I lost my second thought before I spoke…jesus, look how much space we have taken up. Get back to the story, bitch!
Narrator: ….Fucking stoner….Speaking of stoners, Catch had other ideas of how to spend his time..
(Catch is leaning up against a wall downstairs talking to Halo. He is trying to look cool and smooth.)
Catch: So…you’re Canadian too, eh?
Halo: Yep
Catch: Well, normally I wouldn’t just come out and ask this so soon, but due to these circumstances that I cant really go into right now, I must. So, you wanna fuck?
Halo: No
Catch: Well, shit. No offense, but I would move onto another girl right now if I had more than fifty minutes left. But as it is, I am gonna keep working on you.
Halo: Look, dude, do you really think you can just wear me down with your stupid little story?
Catch: Not with my story, but I will just keep trying different approaches until I succeed. But I will woo you. I will.
Halo: (sighs) Fine, try me.
Narrator: Ten minutes later…..
(Halo and Catch bust through the door of her hotel room, kissing, stripping clothes on their way to the bed. Catch breaks the kiss for a moment.)
Catch: I only have forty minutes, but by God I am gonna give you the best fucking you have ever had!
Halo: Shut the fuck up and DO IT!
Narrator: Damn….lucky fuck. So uh…keep writing here Holom. I like this…
Holom: You would, you old fart…and no. Sex scenes aren’t my deal…
Narrator: That’s a damn lie and you know it!
Holom: ……Fine, I will send you the director’s cut later…
Narrator: Yesssss…
Holom: Now getch’a damn hands out of your pants and get back to the story!
Narrator: Oops, right….ahem…then Holom also found something to do…
(Holom is in what looks to be a room in a church. People are sitting at chairs arranged in circles. Holom stands in the middle.)
Holom: So, uh…my name is Dillon…
Everyone: Hi, Dillon!
Holom: Um….yeah, hi. So, lets see. I am here because I don’t have any other place to go. Bateman shit all over my hotel room, else I would be there. I kicked that fucker out though. I will be honest with you nice people. I wanted to get laid in what could be one of my last hours. But, I figured, why try? Every attempt, or lack thereof, to get laid in my life has ended in failure. And if it wasn’t them rejecting me, it was me rejecting them. Goddamn morals. And then just last year….ah, fuck it; I won’t even go into the Twins. What a fucking disappointment THAT was. What else is there to say? I come here, to talk to you people about my problems. People say that I always lose, “Holom always loses”, they say. Not just in terms of sex and girls, but seemingly everything…I just feel so goddamn unfulfilled. What do you people think?
(The circle of people hesitate)
Old Man: Um…Holom, this is an AA meeting….if you don’t have a drinking problem, which I see you don’t, I am going to have to ask you to leave.
Holom: ….Your fucking kidding me, right?
Old Man: Um, no. In fact, when I previously stated that I would ask you to leave, I really meant I will take a taser to your ass if you don’t leave now.
Holom: Fine. Fuck you people. I will just go cry in the shower.
Narrator: Ahahahahaha, that’s pretty funny….
Holom: ……….
Narrator: …..In a…uh…sad not funny kinda way…ahem. Back at the hotel…
(Bateman wonders the halls of the hotel. Bagel comes upon him.)
Bagel: Wow, a donkey….odd, I didn’t think donkeys were allowed in the hotel…
(Bagel gets closer)
Bagel: Interesting….not every day you see a donk…..
(Bateman proceeds to kick Bagel in the nuts with his back left hoof)
Bagel: (whispers) ……oh…..jesus……
(Bagel collapses, and Bateman walks on down the hall.)
Narrator: ……Back on the streets of Canada, Holom is wondering around, trying to find something to make the thirty minutes he has left in his hour pass by fast…but instead just ends up watching some bitch suck some dudes cock for some crack in an alley for 15 minutes. He then heads back to the hotel, preparing himself for what is to come mentally…So Holom, got lazy and couldn’t figure out anything else for yourself to do?
Holom: Pretty much yeah.
Narrator: Eh well, no worries man. This thing was getting too long anyway.
Holom: Agreed. Lets get to it then, shall we?
Narrator: Lets. So, Loser finished up cybering with Leo. Catch leaves the completely satisfied Halo. And then they all meet at the back of the Gun truck. They make a plan, or as good a one as three stoned guys with guns can, and start preparing. They take guns and ammo to what they think will be key places. After that, all they do….is wait for him.
(Flash to Ryder and DSS, getting off the plane. Ryder is carrying his gun bag and looking extremely badass.)
Ryder: I have a car waiting for us. We are going straight to the hotel. Be ready.
DSS: Right…what about weapons?
Ryder: I will arm you on the way.
DSS: Right.
(Ryder and DSS get in a brand new, cherry red Aston Martin. Ryder hauls ass through the streets of Vancouver, passing cars left and right. He opens his gun bag without taking his eyes from the road.)
Ryder: Take what you want…
DSS: Ballers.
Ryder: Take them. Just point and shoot. But only at the targets. You have seen two of their pictures, right?
DSS: Easy enough and yeah.
Ryder: Good, then this shouldn’t be too difficult.
Narrator: And so they arrive at the hotel. Their guns concealed, they make their way in….Up in Holom’s room, Catch sees the car pull up.
Catch: Well, two guys just pulled up in a red Aston Martin. Maybe we should head down and see if it’s them…
Holom: Yeah, lets.
(Holom holsters too pistols he is holding and they all three walk out the door, guns and swords concealed. When they arrive at the two elevator doors, Ryder and DSS meet them. Each party stands extremely still, yet ready for anything.)
Loser: Well, you guys got up here fast…
Ryder: Expecting us?
Catch: Twins warned us, as a threat.
Ryder: Dumb bitches.
Holom: Indeed. That your assistant?
Ryder: Something like that, you guys supposedly know him. Name DSS ring a bell?
(Three heroes look at DSS)
Catch: That’s kind of fucked dude…trying to kill us and all.
DSS: I am crazy, what can you do?
(Holom shakes his head in aggravation)
Holom: We gonna do this, or what?
Ryder: How cute, you think you will live long enough to do something.
(Just then one elevator, then the other shortly thereafter, beeps to announce its arrival. Ryder reaches for his two oozies and is firing before they are completely level. Holom, with slightly slower reflexes pulls out his twin pistols as he jumps to the left along with Catch and fires on the way down. Both miss. Loser jumps to the right, seeing as how he forgot to get a gun and is only equipped with his katana. Then Catch pulls out his sawed off shotgun, and fires a single shot from the ground at Ryder. It barely misses, but shreds the left side of his gray duster. Ryder barely notices as he brings his blaring oozies around to shoot at Holom, who is now in a crouching position bringing his guns up. DSS directs his now free Ballers towards Loser and starts shooting. All the shots miss. Ryder’s oozies run out of bullets right as they are pointed at Holom. Holom starts shooting his pistols, the bullets flying dangerously close to Ryder, who knows when close is too close. By this time, the elevator doors are both completely open, and Ryder retreats back into one as he drops his empty guns. He waves DSS towards him.)
Ryder: COME ON!!
(DSS dives into the elevator as the door closes and Catch fires off another shot that again misses.)
Holom: Fuck me, this sucks. Lets go!
(The three heroes jump into the other elevator, and hope that Ryder is going to the lobby.)
Narrator: And so in this brief moment of non-shooting, the two parties discuss tactics…
Ryder: When we hit the lobby, you go to the left, I will just strafe towards the hall where the activities are going on, got me?
DSS: Right!
(Other elevator)
Holom: Shoot the fuckers till they die!!!!
Catch: YES!
Loser: I am so gonna stab DSS….stab him GOOD!
(Bad guy elevator hits lobby first, good guy one seconds later. Doors open at exactly the same time. Bad guys stick to their plan. DSS goes to the left as told. Ryder strafes, getting two new pistols ready. Good guys run out, screaming like fools. Holom sees Ryder and starts shooting, hitting several innocent con goers in the process. Ryder starts shooting and does the same; yet they still cant hit each other. Loser sees DSS run to the left, so follows as he unsheathes his katana. Catch runs out and dodges Ryder’s stray bullets and ends up running with Loser after DSS.)
Loser: I’LL STAB YOU GOOD, BITCH!!!!
Catch: RAAAAAAAH!
(Catch empties off his shotgun, but cant really aim all that well while running. Several holes in the wall are made. DSS hears the shot go off and then remembers that he too has guns. He turns and faces his opponents quickly, ignoring all the screaming people around them. Loser and Catch see his guns and utter simultaneous “Oh shit”s. They go to opposite walls for cover. DSS, a little too late with his intention of shooting them, fires off two shots out of each gun and then runs out of bullets, but successfully grazes Catch’s leg with one shot.)
Catch: Raaaa…ow…
DSS: Shitty fucking shit bullets!!!
(Loser then charges, sword held high. He swings downwards, trying to slice him open, but DSS side steps and the slash misses. Loser, kinda expecting this, just lets the blade fall, spins, and brings the blade back up. Fancy move. Trust me. Anyway, the sword ends up in DSS’ throat. Blood squirts everywhere. DSS collapses, blood gushing like little geysers. Loser pulls out his sword, letting even more blood gush.)
Loser: I said I would stab him good, god dammit.
Narrator: In one of the PA gaming rooms at the con….
Hardy: Do any of you guys hear gunshots?
Eld: Uh, yeah…we are playing MOH, after all.
Hardy: Yeah, but….eh, fuck it.
Narrator: Near that room….
(Ryder and Holom seemingly take turns shooting at each other, and then reloading behind cover of extensions of the walls. They are both running low on ammo and guns, but neither of them knows this about the other of course. Holom finally busts through the door of the PA game session, needing some kind of cover as he reloads. He recognizes many faces. Many fellow PA people. There are twelve of them. Ryder then enters with automatic guns blazing. Everyone in the room gets hit. Holom takes a bullet to the arm. Ryder steps over all of the bodies in the room. He stands over Holom and points a gun at his face. Smiling, he pulls the trigger.)
Gun: Click
Ryder: Fuck.
Catch: RAAAAH!
(Catch limps in and kind of half ass hits Ryder over the head with his sawed off shotgun. Ryder drops to his knee, and reaches for his last gun. Catch and Loser grab Holom and they start pulling him towards the parking garage.)
Holom: Ow…what the fuck?! We have him!
Catch: Dude, we are out of ammo!
Holom: Balls! So what are we doing?!
Loser: Running!
(They run/limp through the parking garage to Catch’s 1992 Jeep Cherokee Limited. Catch hops in, hoping he can drive with his grazed leg. Holom gets in the passenger seat and Loser gets in back. They peal out and leave.)
Holom: Dude…he will follow us!
Catch: Not for a while, I knocked his ass down.
Loser: Not very well….
Catch: Huh?
Loser: He is already following us…
(Catch looks in the rear view mirror and sees the red Aston Martin gaining on them quickly)
Catch: Oh shit….shit on a fucking brick!
Holom: Loser…god dammit….why did you have to tell us!?
Loser: Why did you have to get me high!?
Catch: I wish I were high now….
(They start crossing the Lions Gate Bridge. A gunshot is heard very near. The Aston Martin is right beside them. It rams into them, causing them to hit the rail. Catch turns the wheel to the left hard, trying to get off the railing. He succeeds, and just when they reach the middle of the bridge, and the wheels are straight, Ryder shoots the front left one. The car sharply turns right. The high speed of the jeep easily allows it to plow through the bridge railing. Catch, Loser and Holom become wide eyed as they nose dive towards the water. Ryder slams on the breaks, rolls down his windows. He hears a huge splash a few moments later. He nods to himself and drives back towards the airport.)
Narrator: Later that night on the news…
News Girl: Earlier today a gunfight broke loose at a local hotel. Not many details are known at this time. What we do know is that several men were shooting at each other in the hotel, and then proceeded to have what eyewitnesses report to be a car chase. It is believed to have ended at the Lions Gate Bridge, where divers are now looking for a vehicle that was forced over the side. As things stand now, 7 people have died and there have been no reports on how many wounded, but ours sources point to upwards of 20. We will have more on this story when it becomes available.
End Of Act 3