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Monday, August 23, 2010

404, Daily: Chapter Eleven

Hey There!

After another intense, long week, Episode #2 is live and ready for download at your leisure -- or, you can subscribe over on the side and just have me email each new Episode to you before they're put live here on my site.

Today I'm doing a set visit for a cool upcoming web series called Ruby Skye PI - it's shooting right here in Toronto and I've got to be on set in... oh wow, 20 mins!

Anyways, here's today's Daily! Hope you enjoy.

Cheers,
Brandon

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*Please Note: What follows below is only the FIRST page of Chapter 11 and is considered to be 'Raw Footage' -- unedited, first-draft material that may be subject to change (even in its entirety). This is designed to keep you in the loop with my story as well as, hopefully, intrigue you enough to want to buy the full, finished episode at the end of the week. Warning: there will be mild spoilers and coarse language as well, so please keep that in mind as you read on.

Episode #3 (which collects the finished and polished versions of chapters 11-15) will be available on Sunday, August 29th for 99 cents CAD.

You are encouraged to offer feedback and/or interact with me as this process unfolds. I'd love to hear what you like, what you don't like and what you'd love to see more of.
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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Jess runs a trembling hand across the pristine steel carcass of her news van, feeling the empty hollow where her bullet-proof windshield should be.

“I am so fucked.”

She speaks the words in a monotone, as if trying to summon the requisite emotion but finding that there’s just nothing left in the tank. After a long, rattling sigh she turns to face Marco.

“Alright, let’s see if we can’t find my camera in this dump.”

Marco nods as he works his way through the cluttered chop shop, lifting components and opening drawers. He stops, eyes toward the sky, listening.

“Hey, you hear that?”

Jess stops, heavy toolbox in hand, listening then nodding, “No more gunfire.”

Creeping toward the front door of the shop, now riddled with hundreds of small bullet holes, Marco peers out the small front-door window.

“Can’t see a thi--”

The door flies open, knocking Marco back as a wounded LRDC guard stumbles in, muttering in Spanish. He holds his neck in shock, gushing blood, talking on a cell phone and unaware of the others. Scrambling across the room he makes it halfway up the aisle before collapsing into a pale heap, shallow breaths escaping him as the last of his life bleeds away.

“Holy shit.” Marco stares at the downed man then turns and walks out to the front lot of the shop. Bodies and destroyed cars lie everywhere, looking like both groups had managed to wipe each other out. Jess appears behind him, camera in hand.

“Hey, I found it.” She looks out at the wreckage and shakes her head. “Stupid fucking people.” Jess taps him on the shoulder, “C’mon, lets get a look at this thing.”

He nods and turns to follow, spotting movement in the corner of his eye – he pauses, turning to face it, eyes widening.

“Jess…”

“C’mon, lets—“

“We don’t have time!”

He grabs her and points her gaze toward the small convoy of dirty Escalades and Hummers screeching around the corner, racing toward them.

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