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Suddenly the massive SPOTLIGHT picks him out.

XANDER:

Sh*t!

The CHOPPER swoops down after him.

Its big GATLING GUNS turn, aiming right at him.

BRAAAAAAAAPPP! The guns cut loose, tearing up the ground

right behind him.

Xander sprints, the chopper after him like Cary Grant in

"North By Northwest", except instead of corn fields, Xander's

running through a field of HUGE MARIJUANA PLANTS.

Xander hits the deck and the chopper soars over him.

Xander cuts over a couple rows and hunkers down amongst the

plants.

All around him it's a chaos of Helicopters and GUNFIRE.

Two choppers attack the factory building, BLASTING it with

their guns. Narcos run terrified.

Xander notices a FAT PURPLE BUD on the plant right in front

of him. He SNAPS IT OFF.

XANDER:

I'm gonna need to hit the trees after

a night like this.

He tucks it-into his shirt and takes off through the POT

FOREST.

Xander finally spots a vehicle. It's a TRUCK LADEN WITH BAILS

OF COCAINE. He heads for it.

Then the SPOTLIGHT finds him again and the Chopper swings

around. The gatling guns RIP the plants to pieces all around

him.

Xander hauls ass, heading for the truck.

Bullets chew up the dirt all around him.

As the helicopter passes overhead, it's guns RAKE THE TRUCK.

There is a FLASH as the GAS TANK goes up.

WHOOOOPPHH! A SUPERNOVA OF FIRE AND HIGH-GRADE COKE erupts

into the night air.

Xander dives into a DRAINAGE DITCH. He tumbles down into

FILTHY WATER.

A powdery cloud washes over him, dusting the trees white.

Near him is a big DRAINPIPE leeching sewage. Xander crawls

inside.

The Chopper makes another pass overhead.

The big spotlight plays over the area, then moves on.

Xander gives a sigh of relief. He crawls out of the drainpipe.

JEEPS race by on the road right above him as MILITARY MEN

flood the compound. There's no going back.

Xander turns and makes his way along the tree line.

The chopper and gunfire are in the distance now. Things are

quieter here and he starts to relax. Bad idea.

As he goes by, one of the TREES moves.

He takes a few more steps and the grass he just walked on

EXPLODES UPWARDS. ARMS reach out, tackling Xander from behind.

Another TEAM of BLACK OPS SOLDIERS bursts from the weeds,

the bushes, all perfectly camouflaged like the landscape.

They fall on him like a curtain.

XANDER'S P.O.V. - Soldiers hold him down while a BLACK HOOD

is pulled over his head.

FADE TO BLACK.

INT. AIRPLANE HANGER - DAY

As the MASSIVE HANGER DOORS CLOSE we can see CHOPPERS taking

off and landing. MEXICAN SOLDIERS load Jefe and his Narcos

onto a FEDERALE BUS. Virg resists and is BEATEN. T.J. can be

seen being loaded into an AMBULANCE.

The hanger doors slide shut with a THUD.

We see Xander's HANDS as the CHAINS are cut away.

Xander sits in a chair with the BLACK HOOD still over his

head. He blinks when the hood is torn off. A Black Ops Soldier

smirks as he walks away.

Xander looks around, sees the Black Ops Team unpacking some

STRANGE GEAR. Two of them are dumping bottles of a CLEAR

LIQUID into a RUSTY CLAWFOOT BATHTUB.

XANDER:

Nice of you to draw me a bath. Is it

Saturday already?

The Black Ops guys grin knowingly.

On the other side, Xander sees a FLIGHT CREW readying a

GULFSTREAM for travel. Gibbons steps up from behind him.

GIBBONS:

Congratulations, you've just graduated

at the head of your class.

XANDER:

You're a cold piece of work. You

almost got three people killed out

there.

GIBBONS:

Good thing you were there to save

the day. Come walk with me.

Xander gets up and Gibbons leads him on a stroll around the

GIBBONS:

You've really got me confused, Cage.

On the one hand you showed leadership,

courage under fire, a willingness to

protect men you hardly knew... and

on the other you have an arrest record

that pegs you as near sociopathic.

Help me out here. I'm not following

your evolution.

XANDER:

You want the cheap backstory? The

runaway mom, the suicide dad and the

foster homes? Gimme a break. You're

not interested in my past, you're

interested in my future as some kind

of spy.

GIBBONS:

You're perceptive too. I forgot to

add that to the list of surprises.

I'm with the National Security Agency.

And unlikely as it may sound, I need

your help.

XANDER:

I'm not interested. I've already got

a job.

GIBBONS:

You're an adrenaline junkie with one

foot in the penitentiary. You risk

your ass building a daredevil myth

that means nothing and you're not

getting any younger.

XANDER:

I plan on getting a lot older. And

playing spy games sounds like a quick

way to get yourself dead.

GIBBONS:

That's too bad. I thought a guy like

you would appreciate the challenge.

As they walk by the Black Ops guys, Xander sees they're

getting busy. One spreads out a plastic DROPCLOTH. Another

plugs in a BONE SAW.

XANDER:

What's this? You're gonna try to

scare me now?

Gibbons grabs a CHICKEN LEG from a guy eating lunch.

GIBBONS:

Do you know the reason why I try to

recruit guys like you? There's no

risk.

He tosses it into the tub. Instantly it starts to SIZZLE and

BUBBLE. The tub is full of ACID.

GIBBONS:

There's nobody back home who's gonna

ask questions if you just... disappear

for a while.

In seconds the entire leg has been consumed, leaving only a

oily cloud of residue.

Gibbons eyes him coldly, nailing the point home.

XANDER:

Now I'm the one who's nauseous. So

what's the deal? What do you need me

for?

GIBBONS:

There's some folks I want to keep

tabs on. Dirty, tattooed, uncivilized.

Your kind of people.

XANDER:

What do I get out of it?

GIBBONS:

If you find out what I want to know,

and if I'm able to successfully use

that information, you get to go back

to your degenerate little life. If

not, you take a bath.

XANDER:

You're one sick bastard. A sadist

with a badge looking to rope me in

to a suicide mission. I think no

matter which way I go I'm likely to

wind up face down on a sheet of

plastic. So here's my answer: kiss

my ass, Hop-along.

Gibbons kicks the back of Xander's leg and dumps him on his

ass. Gibbons was so quick, Xander never saw it coming.

The Black Ops guys clap and cheer, always interested in a

fight.

XANDER:

Not bad for a gimp.

GIBBONS:

What's with that "X" on the back of

your head? Does that mean you're

"extreme"? I've got some news for

you, Mr. X, you're a three time loser.

So maybe you should tattoo another

couple of X's on your head.

Xander gets up.

XANDER:

I'll take that under advisement.

Maybe I can be like you and lose a

leg for the old Stars and Bars. I

bet the flag's a great comfort every

time you need help climbing stairs.

Gibbons lunges and grabs Xander's throat in the vice-like

grip of his thumb and middle finger.

GIBBONS:

One twitch and my finger and thumb

will meet inside your esophagus.

Believe me, Mr. X, I've put foot to

ass for my country on many occasions

and I don't feel the urge to stop

just yet. So think carefully before

you tell me:
Is "kiss my ass, Hop-

along" your final answer?

The fingers are so powerful that Xander is paralysed. He

looks over, sees the bone saw start revving.

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