Ep 211 Script

Lyr and erka running through roost halls, still dressed in training gear.

E: are you sure this is a good idea -

L: hurry up, we’re already late. the meeting time Hu wrote on my graded history paper was 20 mins ago - if those damn extra drill practices didn’t keep running overtime we wouldnt be -

almost round corner but catch themselves in time to see Hu behind forcefully taken from his office by Guards.

L: (whispers) too late.

E: shit. they’ve got him. we’ve gotta -

L: shh.

hu catches sight of them and looks angry.

H: go home! you don’t know what you’re dealing with!

Guard: take him out of here. im sure the director would love a word with this traitor scum.

G2: what about the tunnel in the bookcase?

G: all equipment found at the end was already destroyed when we discovered it. he must’ve had a tip-off. collect it as evidence, we’ll send it to the labs and see if they can reverse engineer it.

G2: it all seems pretty ancient, so shouldnt be too hard.

walk off. show erka and lyr running away.

E: this is insane, this is insane, what if they come after us next -

L: (picking up note left under door in dorm) Well, looks like Hu sure seems to think it’s likely.

(shows note, “I know you were lying. You’re the only one left who knows the truth”)

E: shit.

L: he must’ve gone to check if the Resistance had replied to his message without us, and they must’ve told him I’m not an operative.

E: wait, sorry, what was your plan if we had gone there with him, and he’d gotten the message you were just a liar?

L: it didn’t happen, so it doesn’t matter. what does matter is that we know something’s going on. which makes us a target.

tiraa and cyras hiding on a hillside, overlooking the jail.

T: that’s the jail the neighbour’s housekeeper’s cousin works at?

C: looks like it. it’s certainly high-profile enough to house a Murder.

T: we’ve been here for hours and only seen a single car enter. some low-ranked flightless visitor, no doubt. im going in -

C: (grabs her arm) that is NOT what we discussed -

T: we’re wasting time here, we’re both on the run, the government could literally be following us this second. For this plan to work, time is not on our side.

C: what plan?! there isnt a plan - we’re here just staking the place out -

T: and we have. it doesnt matter how many guards there are, or their rotations or whatever. there’s no sneaking into this place. their recreation area is covered, so we’ll never see them from out here to even confirm theyre in there. i have to go in, get eyes on them, then get out and we can plan something more explosive after. we can’t break into somewhere, blow our cover, and them not even be there. we won’t get a second chance. i’m doing this.

C:...shit. shit. i cant let you -

T: yes, you can. it’s literally why I’m here. i promised to help you. so let me.

C:...you still have thew phone i gave you?

T: (takes out red phone) yeah, but -

C: it’s untraceable. it won’t set off any of their detectors in there. it’s the only thing we’ve got. use it if youre in danger and I’ll get you out.

T: we dont even have weapons, how do you -

C: i’ll get you out.

T:...ok. but it wont come to that.

C: let’s hope not. …be careful.

T: …i will. stay out of sight. let’s hope news travels slower down here, huh?

tiraas flies down to jail. guards aim guns. puts her hands up.

T: Tiraa Au-Imperius. here to see a prisoner.

G: Imperius. right this way.

she glances towards the hill where cyras is hidden before going inside. go to reception desk.

Receptionist: Mrs Imperius? We weren’t aware you were scheduled to visit.

T: i’m not, i was just in the area on my…honeymoon. there’s someone being held here i need to speak with.

Re: and who is it you wish to see?

T: one of the Crows captured at my wedding. i need to question them about something…sensitive. for the Director.

r:...i see. (looks at computer. t sweats) and why is it that you do not show up on our scanners?

T: (looks down at ankle where anklet should be) oh, i, er, haven’t received my Bonding anklet yet. they’re…still programming it. our rescheduled private ceremony was a bit more haphazard, as you can imagine.

R: (switches crossed legs, showing gold anklet) i can imagine. after the ..interruption of the first wedding, im not surprised you wanted something a bit more discrete. i havent even heard about it down here, yet!

T: it was only a few days ago, and we’re trying to keep it quiet for a bit.

R: i understand. well, sign here. im surprised the two of you didnt just come here together, though. imagine leaving your own wife to fly when you take the car!

T: i - what -

R: just follow the guard here, they’ll take you to where those Crows are being detained. i’m sure your husbands been waiting for you.

(scared tiraa being taken down a corridor, show Reamer already at the cell with Neekia facing him.)