Blade: Trinity Page #25

Blade nods. He's going to leave her alone -- but then he

hesitates, wrestling to say something.

BLADE:

Don't let it turn inward.

Abigail takes a deep breath, pausing in her work.

ABIGAIL:

It already has. Since I can remember

I've had this knife of sadness in my

heart. As long as it stays there, I'm

strong. I'm untouchable. But the moment

I pull it out --

(turning back to him)

-- I'll die.

Blade nods. He understands all too well. He leaves.

ON ABIGAIL:

She stands, moving to the shooting range. She straps on a

quiver, takes aim at

A 3-D HUMAN-SHAPED TARGET

about a hundred feet away. Just in front of the target is the

chronograph, which looks like a miniature set of goal posts.

WHOOSH! Abigail FIRES an arrow. It flies through the arms of

the chronograph, sinking into the targets s chest. On the

screen of the ballistic computer, the arrow's speed is clocked

at 240 feet per second. We move CLOSER to her now as--

WHOOSH! Abicail FIRES again. The speed is 242 fps. CLOSER --

WHOOSH! Now the speed is 269 fps. EVEN CLOSER --

WHOOSH!WHOOSH!WHOOSH! 285 fps. 302 fps. 315 fps! The arrow

speed creeps up and up as we move CLOSER AND CLOSER to Abigail

until we --

-- PULL BACK. Abigail has fired every arrow in her quiver.

ON THE TARGET:

The arrows have formed a cross in the target's chest. One

vertical grouping running up, another horizontal grouping

bisecting it.

INT. NIGHTSTALKERS HEADQUARTERS - GARAGE - NIGHT

Blade stands at the open entrance. Abigail steps out. Looks

like she's made peace with herself for the moment.

ARIGAIL:

I'm ready to go.

HEADLIGHTS appear in the distance. Another Land Cruiser

approaches, weaving through the amusement park. It pulls to a

stop in front of them. The driver's side window rolls down.

A MAN (CAULDER)

sits behind the wheel. He raises a hand in greeting.

CAULDER:

My name is Caulder. And I'll be your

driver this evening.

INT. CAULDER'S LAND CRUISER - NIGHT

Caulder's Land Cruiser glides through the streets.

BLADE:

Where are you taking us?

CAULDER:

Another safehouse.

ABIGAIL:

We told you, Blade. We operate in sleeper

cells. When one goes down, a new cell

activates to pick up the slack.

EXT. DEEP-SIX AQUARIUM STOCK - NIGHT

Caulder pulls up in front of a fish supply store.

INT. DEEP-SIX AQUARIUM STOCK - NIGHT

Caulder unlocks an accordion security gate, opens the door.

He leads Blade and Abigail through the darkened aisles. There

are fish tanks on either side, aerators BUBBLING, aquatic

animals of every kind swimming about.

IN THE BACK:

is another arsenal/lab area. This one is smaller than the

Nightstalkers' main headquarters. Caulder moves to a

computer, calls up a file. A dialogue box for a media player

opens. Caulder activates a video file.

CAULDER:

Sommerfield left a video message for you.

ON THE MONITOR:

The video plays. We see Sommerfield's face on the screen.

She looks grave, as if she might have been crying.

SOMMERFIELD:

(on video)

If you're watching this, I'm already dead.

If Zoe's still alive, I want you to

promise you'll take care of her. I've

been reading her The Oz books every night.

We just started The Emerald City of Oz,

the one with the Nome King --

Her voice cracks and she pauses, wiping away a tear.

SOMMERFIELD:

I think I've managed to cultivate a

workable strain of the Daystar virus. As

a precaution, I transmitted the genetic

sequence to Caulder, in case our main

stock was destroyed. In order for it to

achieve maximum lethality, you'll need to

interfuse it with Drake's blood. If it

works, any vampires in the immediate

vicinity should die almost instantly.

After that, it should take only a few

weeks for the virus to spread throughout

the rest of the world.

Zoe hesitates, deciding how to broach the next subject.

SOMMERFIELD:

There's one other thing, Blade. You need

to know that there's a chance the virus

could destroy you too. Because you're a

hybrid, I'm not sure whether your immune

system will be able tolerate it.

(beat)

I'm sorry. We didn't have enough time to

properly test it.

The video cuts to STATIC. Abigail turns off the monitor,

looking to Blade. God only knows what he's thinking.

CAULDER:

Take a look at the plague arrow.

Caulder reaches for a refrigerated aluminum case, snapping it

open. Inside, resting on a bed of form-fitting foam, is a

glass ampule that's been fitted into a stake-like contraption.

It looks like the head of a high-tech harpoon.

CAULDER:

I only had time to fabricate a small batch

of Daystar. I outfitted it with a

compressed gas projectile, so you should

be able to fire it from one of the

fourbarrel rifles or a bow.

(beat)

Just make sure the shot counts, cause we

don't have enough for a second try.

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