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Friday, August 20, 2010

404, Daily: Chapter Ten

I'm off to visit family for the weekend, but I wanted to share this really cool video I found online.

It's about 11 mins, but totally worth your time.



Cheers!
Brandon
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*Please Note: What follows below is only the FIRST page of Chapter 10 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 #2 (which collects the finished and polished versions of chapters 6-10) will be available on Sunday, August 22nd 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 TEN

In the dead of night the pack of cars rolls forward, headlights off as the pier comes into view. Together, in the darkness they watch as a small group of men scurry around, prepping and loading vehicles before driving up the ramp and onto the ship. Marco wrings his hands in his lap, feeling his pulse race at the thought of what to come.

Jess leans forward, pointing toward the building.

"See! We told you - only a few workers, completely unguarded except for the fence and a few cameras."

The auburn-haired kid talks on his walkie-talkie, issuing orders to the other cars in Mandarin as Jess leans over, whispering to Marco.

"Now, remember, once shit gets going we're going to have to get across the lot between the fence and the opening of the building. Once we're inside, we can get to the van, get my camera and drive the hell out of here. Hopefully by then the worst'll be over and we can just drive off."

Marco nods, feeling the sweat running in his palms.

"What do we do if they shoot at us?"

"You run, Marco. Run and hide."

All of a sudden they're slammed back into the seats as the car accelerates forward, the pickup truck pulling ahead and gaining speed as the sounds of whoops and cheers flood from the walkie-talkie.

The workers on the pier look up at them, the shock apparent on their faces for a brief moment before they scramble into action. The pickup truck rounds the corner, skidding and kicking up dust and gravel as it roars toward the heavy, chain link security gate; Faster and faster, picking up speed as the men run out to the front of the building with machine guns, firing at the oncoming truck.

The truck crashes into the heavy gate and bursts through, tearing the gate from its moorings; the metal screeching and groaning under the attacking vehicle. The other cars fly past the empty gate, skidding into the parking lot as bullets shatter their windshields and pock the sides of the cars.

Doors fly open as the drivers and passengers make their escape, guns blazing toward the men in front of the chop shop.

"Good Luck."

Jess kisses Marco on the cheek, takes a deep breath, then dives out of the car into the firefight. He sits there, stunned, watching as she rolls between cars, as bullets ricochet off the pavement, spraying chunks.

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