Post by Dave Dangerously on Jun 9, 2020 14:55:05 GMT -6
Chapter Two:
The Man With The Golden Gun
The Man With The Golden Gun
2008
The economic collapse
Just outside of Scranton, Pennsylvania
ScottiePP7 exits a dark unmarked car, and enters a bus station depot. He walks around, and meets a man, who is holding a briefcase. PP7 hands the man an envelope, and the man pops it open.
ScottiePP7: That’s it. It’s all filled out. It’s done.
Man: Is it done?
ScottiePP7: Yeah, look…we just need to get this taken care of already.
Man: Oh, it’s taken care of. It’s all taken care of. You see, Scott, there are two kinds of power in this world. Information, and Money. I have the information, you have the money. That’s power.
ScottiePP7: Listen, man…I don’t give two craps about your philosophies. With this country in the literal shitter, and the economy on the verge of collapse, I need to secure my nest egg. I need to make sure no one is going to take it away from me. I just can’t keep it in a bank anymore, it’s not safe. That’s why I came to you in the first place. Don’t make me back out of this deal.
Man: laughing Back out? My young friend, there IS no backing out. Not at this point. With this final authorization, your vast fortune will be split up amongst 12 caches. Only I will hold the information on where the money resides and how to retrieve it. And when it comes time, this information will be released to you, just when you need it the most.
ScottiePP7: And just what do you have to gain in all of this? What is your stake?
Man: Let’s just say…I like to stir the pot. And keep things interesting. I have a vast network of resources at my disposal. I don’t need your money, I need your money off of the table for what is about to happen. I have the unique position of being able to see ahead…to see what’s coming.
ScottiePP7: What’s coming then, wise guy?
Man: Well, if I told you…
The Man leans in and smiles, lowering the tone of his voice
Man: It wouldn’t be a secret.
ScottiePP7: Whatever, are we done here?
Man: One more thing. I can assure you that your money will be safe until the time in which is it ready to be retrieved. But there is one unfortunate catch to that, when it is ready…other individuals…individuals who have access to knowledge like I do, you may end up finding competition in retrieving it.
ScottiePP7: What the hell, man?
Man: That is where this will come into play.
The man hands Scottie an attaché case. It is locked.
ScottiePP7: It’s locked, what am I supposed to do, beat people with it?
Man: When the time comes, the case will unlock itself and reveal the next steps. Good luck.
The man puts the envelope from Scottie in his coat pocket, and turns to walk away.[/i
ScottiePP7: Who in the hell ARE you, anyway?
Man: Me? I’m just someone who wants to watch the world burn.
The man leaves, and Scottie looks down at the case in his hands.
2016.
London, England
ScottiePP7’s private UK penthouse.
The attaché case is on a table in the kitchen nook area.
Scottie walks by, holding a glass of orange juice and a bowl of Corn Flakes.
The attaché case pops open.
Scottie walks back in front of it, dropping his orange juice. He sets down the cereal, and opens the case all of the way.
Scottie is mesmerized as he looks into the case, a golden glow emanating from it cascading his face in a bronze shade.
ScottiePP7: Oh man.
2019
Fairbanks, Alaska
ScottiePP7 is running down an alley way, wearing a snow covered parka, with blood splattered on it.
He stops to breathe, but is rattled by a gunshot near his head that ricochets off of a brick wall. He gets up again and runs, this time sliding behind a car, taking cover.
Thug: You won’t get the drop on us this time! That money is as good as ours! All of it is!!!
ScottiePP7: Yeah, over my dead body!
Thug: That can be arranged my friend! I think you’re forgetting that you’re outnumbered, outgunned, and outclassed!
Three more thugs walk up, with automatic rifles. They cock their guns.
Thug: Come out now and we won’t make it hurt. It will be quick. Just give us the cache information and codes.
Scottie pushes up against the car, as we see over his shoulder and the car cover, stand the thugs.
ScottiePP7: Hey, there’s something you’ve forgotten about me!
Thug: Laughing What?
ScottiePP7: I may be outnumbered…
Scottie produces a GOLDEN WaltherPP7 and loads it with three bullets.
ScottiePP7: I may be outgunned…
Scottie dives out of the cover and fires three shots, each making their mark to the thugs, dropping all of them with headshots. They fall to the ground.
Scottie rolls as he recovers from the dive and is on one knee, pistol in the air.
ScottiePP7: But I am NEVER outclassed!!!
Scottie holsters the firearm and checks the thug leader, he picks up a crypto currency token, and smiles.
ScottiePP7: That’s 11 down, 1 to go.
The scene moves to the inside of Scottie’s private jet, as he sits at a table in front of a computer and the attaché case. He is looking over some files, and then we see the crypto token verify and transfer the bank funds to Scottie’s private wallet.
ScottiePP7: Fresh air…
A flight attendant, very provocatively dressed with an ample bosom walks up to Scottie.
Flight Attendant: Mr. PP7, do you know where we will be heading next?
ScottiePP7: Yeah, it’s time to wrap this up. Set a course for Buenos Aires.
Flight Attendant: Right away sir, and here is your drink.
Scottie sips his dry martini, as images of the last few years flow through his head…
We see the financial collapse and it’s aftermath, told through headlines. America rebuilds. ICW comes and goes during this time.
Scottie lies in wait.
2016 comes, election day, Trump is inaugurated into office. The next morning, the attaché case unlocks.
Inside, is a gold plated Walther PPK pistol, and 100 rounds of ammunition for it.
In addition, a USB flash drive. Scottie pops it into his computer.
Recording of the mystery man Scottie met in 2008:
Man: If you’re seeing this, the time has now come. My friends and I, we have ulterior motives in honoring your request to liquidate your funds. We want certain actions to be carried out, and certain people to be removed from the playing field.
But importantly, Scott, we want you to succeed. We want you to rebuild your fortune. And we’re going to help you get back to the top. But there’s something we need you to do once you get your money back.
We need you to take control of ICW back, through any means. And then we need you to DESTROY IT. BURN IT DOWN.
Why? Why do we want anything to happen? A strong desire that YEARNS to be satisfied. A circle of fulfillment. You will be the match that strikes the fire that lights the way.
And here is how you’re going to do that.
In this case, is a special edition of a gun you’re familiar with.
Except, this gun…this gun cannot miss. These bullets…they cannot be traced. You will do what you NEED to do to get back each cache of your fortune. There are 12 deposits in all. Some physical amounts of actual material money, some of it in encrypted bank accounts, some of it in crypto. But each cache has two things hidden along with it. The information on how to access the money, of course. And the location of another cache.
When you find one, you find the next one, and so forth.
The rub is, some other people may have this information too. They may be looking for it. The caches may already be in their possession. When all twelve caches are obtained, you will have completely returned your fortune to your possession, and will have unlimited access to your funds.
But the game isn’t over. Then it is your obligation to reacquire ICW so that you can end it. Finish it. Burn it down. Lay it to rest.
How? I’ve got a few ideas, but ultimately it’s up to you.
Oh, and by the way, the envelope in this case also has the location of the first cache. It’s a bus station in Scranton, you may be familiar with it, haha.
Well, Scott, I must be going. Good luck to you. Maybe we’ll catch up in the future.
The video ends, and Scottie looks at the gun…
As a montage of Scottie travelling the globe, killing assassins and hired thugs with the unmissable Golden Gun, up to and including the moment in Alaska plays out in detail. Scottie has gone through a lot to get this far.
The shot turns to Scottie on the plane, looking at the briefcase.
Scottie pulls up a folder on his computer, and scrolls through it.
ScottiePP7: How long until we get to Buenos Aires?
Flight attendant: about 5 hours, sir.
ScottiePP7: I need to make some calls…get me a line to the states. I need to find someone…
I need to find Johnny Q. Public.
2008
The bus station outside of Scranton
Scottie walks away with the attaché case, shaking his head in frustration.
The man walks over to the bus counter, and buys a ticket.
He then walks over to a trash can…
He takes off his hat, and pulls at his face, revealing he was wearing a custom fit mask, very high quality special effects grade.
He tosses the lifeless face into the trash.
The man looks up, and he is revealed to be Pyro, AKA Jeff Watson, AKA Vassago Saevita, AKA Vassago Arcturus.
He smiles.
Pyro: Fire walk with me, Scott…
The PA system announces the bus to Philadelphia is now boarding. Pyro pulls out an envelope with #1 written on it, and slides it behind a bus terminal storage locker, as he walks to board the bus.
To
Be
Continued