Demolition Man Page #33

ASSOCIATE BOB:

I wish you good luck, sir. This

is an activity that requires

testicles.

PHOENIX:

(considers)

True 'nuf.

Ice is beginning to form on the surface of everything

nearby.

PHOENIX:

Take those stairs, I'll cover

you.

Bob nods gratefully. Does. Phoenix shakes his head at

Bob's gullibility.

PHOENIX:

(sotto; to himself)

No brains either.

Spartan hears FOOTSTEPS coming. Whirls. FIRES. Blows

Bob away. A momentary distraction, but it's enough.

Phoenix is gone.

Spartan turns slowly. Guns out in each direction.

Searching. A sound. FIRES. No Simon. More PIPES

BURST. It's ten or twenty degrees below zero in there

already. Everything is coated with supercooled ice.

Footing becomes treacherous.

Phoenix crawls through a jungle of pipe. Gets a bead on

Spartan's lower body. Starts to strafe the area. Dh uh.

Everything has become so slick, the recoil drives him back

across the ice into the open. Spartan sees him, FIRES.

The recoil slams him back against a wall. He FIRES again

with something firm to lean on, but the recoil from

Phoenix's sputtering weapon drives him right over the

edge. He drops off into the center out of Spartan's

sight. Slipping and sliding, Spartan slithers down the

stairs to --

MAIN LEVEL:

A familiar WHIRRING. Turns. Half a beat later he is

bodyslammed and smashed and grabbed by a six-armed crane.

His guns go flying, off into God knows where...

Spartan is hoisted high in air, smashed again and again

against a pillar. Phoenix slams him through a web of

pipes. Holds him in the freezing blast. Ice forms all

over Spartan. He struggles. It cracks off, reforms.

Struggles again. It cracks off. Reforms. Struggles

again. He's weakening.

Reaches up. Grabs the pipe, wrests it over, directs

the blast at Phoenix. Holds it steady. Phoenix is

frozen in place. Coats in ice. We can see the madness

in his eyes. Everything else is still. He roars,

breaks free. Retreats from the blast. Disappears as --

Spartan wrenches the pipe over to the claw arm. Holds

it directly over one joint. Then clobbers it with

the pipe. It SHATTERS. He drops.

LIGHTS are beginning to EXPLODE from the cold. It's

dropped 30 degrees below zero in there by now. Spartan

spots Phoenix on the far side of the room. Hundred feet

away.

Half a moment to catch his breath in the freezing

cold, leans on exposed cryopuck. It slides effortlessly.

Spartan hurls it across the floor at Phoenix. A five

hundred pound hockey puck. Phoenix barely avoids the

crushing blow. It rebounds back off the steel...

No point fighting the elements. Spartan hurls himself

across the floor. Spins slowly twice along the way.

It's like zero grav in two dimensions. No friction

coefficient at all.

Three quarters of a second across the floor. Right

hook into Phoenix's surprised face.

Phoenix goes flying a hundred feet back into the far

side. Crashes and falls.

The CRYO PRISON CREAKS and SCREAMS in protest from the

cold. LIGHTING, grids, struts SHATTER, fall about them.

They hurl themselves together again. Spartan lands a

horrific blow. All but drives Phoenix's nose and eye

sockets through the back of his head. Spartan's

forearm is terribly cut.

The blood freezes solid as it sprays, sealing the wound,

and leaving a giant six foot red feather spray. Spartan

brushes it away, breaks off, bleeds, freezes again

instantly.

They fly apart again. Spartan comes to a stop near a

tool cart. Pokes at the tools. One is an MTL cutting

laser. He has no idea what it is. Nothing there he

recognizes. Picks up a four foot wrench. That, he

recognizes. He looks like a caveman. A very angry

caveman.

The building complains loudly. Falling apart around

them. More and more PIPES EXPLODE, BURST, it gets colder

and colder. 50 degrees below by now.

Phoenix, on the far side, also scrambles for a weapon.

He sees an MTL as well, but he knows what it is.

FIRES it up. Focused three inch cutting beam comes

out. Rips off the top cover, pulls out five optical

elements, pulls out the choke tube, rips the whole

front off the MTL. Doesn't look very sleek now.

FIRES it.

A thirty foot long spray of white white magnesium-

thermite flame comes flying out.

One swipe, he clears the ice from a path he can walk

towards Spartan on.

Metal bars melt away as the thermite flare crosses

through them.

On the top level of the cryo prison, the first batch

of raving psychopath defrosted cryocons wanders in

to watch John Spartan die.

This is the most depraved, frightening-looking group of

individuals you've ever seen in your life.

ANGRY CRYOCON:

Spartan!!!

MANY ANGRY CRYOCONS

Kill him!! Kill him!!!!!

Spartan looks up at them. Like he needs this sh*t...

Simon continues to melt himself a path across the floor

towards Spartan.

The heat from the MTL is furious. The difference between

the 2000 degrees plus and 80 degrees below is more than

any metal can handle. Fissures appear in giant lightning

strike cracks in all directions where the MTL hits.

Every bit of ice in the building melts. Water boiling

away instantaneously in the path of the MTL.

Spartan has nowhere to run. And nothing but a big

f***ing club. To his left he suddenly sees an empty

chamber. Except this one was never filled. The display

reads:
READY FOR CRYO.

There's a tiny white chip in the vial inside the vacuum

bell. Spartan looks at it. It's like a very bad memory

coming back. But he knows what it is and knows what it

does. Smashes the vacuum bell with the wrench.

Simon grows closer.

Spartan bashes the robot arm out of the way. Picks

up the vial. Looks around desperately. No point using

it if it's going to kill him too. Grabs the grid of

the floor above him. Heaves himself up.

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