Blade II Page #10

BLADE:

Alright, you want to play this game?

Blade pulls out one of his silver stakes. In response, the

vampires reach for their weapons. But Blade merely twirls it

around his fingers. Then tosses it to Reinhardt.

BLADE (CONT'D)

You've been training two years to take

me out. Here I am, the big, bad vampire

hunter. So do it.

NYSSA:

What the hell are you doing, Blade?

BLADE:

We're going to be working as a unit, you

people will be taking orders from me.

(spreading his hands wide)

So let's get it over with. I'll give

you a free shot, Reinhardt.

Reinhardt looks to Nyssa, uncomfortable.

BLADE (CONT'D)

Why are you looking at her for? You

need permission? I'm giving it to you.

CHUPA:

Take him, cabron!

Blade grabs Reinhardt's wrist, pulling the stake against his

chest, fixing the vampire with the deadliest of poker gazes.

BLADE:

What's wrong, Reinhardt? You need a

f***ing manual?

VERLAINE:

Do it, Reinhardt. Do it!!!

Reinhardt tenses, thrusting the stake forward -- but Blade

has already whirled out of the way, trapping his hand, then

violently twisting it backwards.

Before Reinhardt even knows what's happening, Blade swings

him around into a headlock. In his free hand he's got a

tiny, barbed flechette. The barbs spring open like a tick's

gripping mandibles as Blade drives the flechette into the

base of Reinhardt's skull. Reinhardt HOWLS in pain, but

Blade just tightens his grip, choking off Reinhardt's air.

BLADE:

Listen up, Adolph, I just popped an

explosive charge in the back of your

head. Silver nitrate. Rigged to blow

if anyone tampers with it. I'll be

keeping the detonator on me at all

times. You so much as look at me

crosswise and I swear you'll be macking

your girlfriend's pie with a f***ing

neck stump! Got it?!

Reinhardt lets loose a choked GRUNT. Blade releases him,

dropping the GASPING AUSTRIAN to the floor.

BLADE (CONT'D)

Any questions?

No one says a word.

CUT TO:

WHISTLER:

Hefting a heavy ordnance case on the table. Blade and

company sit on one side, the Bloodpack on the other.

WHISTLER:

(opening a case of bullets)

Glaser safety rounds in .38, .45, and

9mm caliber. Foil capsules at the tip

filled with silver nitrate grains. They

pack a major kinetic energy dump. And

since you suckheads don't like sunlight,

we've modified the entry lights with UV

filters --

Whistler flicks on the entry light. Then notices that Chupa

isn't paying attention. The vampire is looking at Snowman

who is saying something in sign-language. Chupa snickers.

Whistler picks up a massive gun with a modified C-mag

(hundred round cylindrical mag). It has a strange electromag

assembly barrel with shockwave ports running along it.

WHISTLER (CONT'D)

This puppy here? Hyper-velocity

railgun. Spits up silver-tipped iron

core needles at six thousand butt

humping feet per second. Like this --

Whistler FIRES -- BA-BANG! A SONIC BOOM rocks the workshop,

SHATTERING a number of windows and computer monitor screens

as a wad of needle rushes just millimeters past Chupa's face,

embedding in the wall behind him.

CHUPA:

Hey, hey! The f*** you doing?!

WHISTLER:

Getting your attention, Paco.

CHUPA:

Well you've got it, warmblood. Now what

the f*** are you gonna do with it?

Blade clears his throat and stands.

BLADE:

If you girls are finished flirting, I'd

like to get started.

MOMENTS LATER:

Blade, Whistler, and the Bloodpack are silently suiting up

for war -- strapping on body armor, securing stakes and

knives, CLICKING ammo cartridges into their various weapons.

We SEE them lacing up combat boots, checking rifle sights,

entry lights. Blade dons one of his EDTA pneumatic

gauntlets. Whistler loads custom rounds into a shotgun.

Then he reaches to clip on an ammo vest. But his hands are

shaking slightly and he can't seem to clip the locking

mechanism together. After a beat, Blade reaches over and

does it for Whistler. Like a son helping his father. A beat

passes between them, Whistler and Blade looking at one

another. Then Whistler nods, satisfied.

As Blade crosses towards Asad and Nyssa, he stops by

Verlaine, sizing her up.

BLADE (CONT'D)

Didn't I kill you already?

VERLAINE:

(cold)

That was my sister.

Beat. Blade smiles coldly.

BLADE:

This the part where you beat your chest

and vow revenge?

VERLAINE:

Something like that.

BLADE:

Save it for the director's cut.

Blade moves on, stopping before Nyssa.

BLADE (CONT'D)

Where to first?

NYSSA:

The House of Pain.

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