It All Comes Full Circle. Xtraction RP1
Nov 23, 2017 15:31:57 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, 𝓓𝓾𝓴𝓮 𝓚𝓸𝓼𝓵𝓸𝓯𝓯, and 1 more like this
Post by Jackson Grace on Nov 23, 2017 15:31:57 GMT -5
We open in the backroom of a pool hall. One of the private rooms you can hire for a few games away from the riff raff and the hustle and bustle that often comes with this kind of business. The air is thick with cigar smoke, leading us to believe this may not be one of the more mainstream establishments. You can just make out the silhouette of three men sitting around a table in the far corner as we hear the "clacking" that accompanies taking a shot in pool when balls collide. The shot pans into the three men. All of them look like they're well presented, but getting on in their years.
Right, brav. So this geezer disappears tomorrow then, yeah?
A worn out looking middle aged man speaks to the other two men at the table. His hairstyle only goes so far with covering up his receeding hairline.
Course my man. This time tomorrow, your wife's "side business" goes....belly up!
As my colleague explained...Once the fee is paid, this is non-refundable and there will be no more contact between us. The job will no longer be cancellable. Does this sound reasonable, Mr. Jarvis?
It's just...We've been together so long, innit?...It's my main geezer! How could-
With due respect, Mr. Jarvis, my client does not care to know your story. In fact, the less we know....The better for all. I will ask you one more time and then we will settle our deal.
...
Do you wish to proceed?
One week ago.
London, UK.
James Jarvis, 46 year old married Father of two climbs out of his Audi A4. We hear the door close and the distinct blip of the alarm as the lights flash, briefly illuminating the drive amidst the lack of light that accompanies the nights at this time of year. It's been another long day for him at work. All he's looking forward to is cuddling up with his Wife, watching some TV and relaxing. He's already missed the kids' bed time so he won't see them until at least tomorrow evening. He's been working so hard and so many hours lately...He just hopes they all understand it's all for them.
His key turns in the door, it opens against his weight and he's surprised to find the lights are on, but there's no activity down here. The TV is off, the dog is outside.
Hmmm. Strange...
James heads upstairs. Perhaps the other half is in the bath. She often waits and greets him from the bath....Those nights are certainly something to remember. Suddenly he almost trips on something. Looking down, he sees what appears to be his Wife's discarded bra. This isn't good. Instantly his temperature rises, his heart rate goes up and he feels the effects of what we know as the fight of flight reaction. He treads the stairs lightly, being careful not to make a sound. On reaching the top of the stairs, he hears noises coming from the other side of the door. Seeing more clothing on the floor, he takes a second, debates kicking the door in and causing a scene but ultimately he decides against it. He collapses against the wall almost silently. His head in his hands as he sees what appears to be his Wife's phone sticking out of her trouser pocket, discarded on the floor. He decides this is the way to get his answers.
Scrolling through her phone, he sees messages being exchanged between her and a guy called Matt. Thinking nothing of it, he keeps scrolling, seeing all sorts of unsavoury messages going between them until he sees a mirror picture Matt had sent her. That was his best friend! The best man at their wedding! What was she thinking? His heart sank as he saw the message that will stick with him to his dying day.
"Well he isn't here...So why don't you bring that over and show me what you can do with it?"
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THREE DAYS AGO
We see Jackson Grace leaving a store with a duffle bag. Well the "store" looks like a disused building that someone is selling things out of. He walks around 500 yards before arriving back at his car. He calmly opens the door, hopping into the drivers seat and locking the doors around him before peering in the bag. This neighbourhood doesn't look like the kind you'd drive around with your doors unlocked...if at all.
Well I opted against arms...I hope these work!
The scene jumps to Jackson arriving home in his car, pulling onto the drive before getting out of the car, throwing the bag into the boot and locking up before heading into the house. No one is home at the minute. For some reason, he'd taken half a day off to conduct whatever business he just finished up with. He pours himself a coffee from the machine before settling down in front of the TV. He's still a little sore from last week's match with Rob Wyatt, but it's part and parcel of this business. He sips at his coffee.
That poor guy. I mean I didn't need to hear his story, but to think his wife could do that to him....I hope he doesn't do anything too extreme. He seems the kind that could go off the deep end.
Jackson sips at his drink again. He seems troubled by this man's situation. Maybe it's something he worries about deep down with all the time he's away with FWA. Finishing his drink, he goes back out to the car to grab his gym bag. He opens the boot half distracted, grabbing the bag and headed back indoors before anyone can distract him. He has a training session to get done and doesn't want any distractions. Vanessa will appreciate the fact he got his workout done early today so they can spend the evening together. Heading back into the house, he heads to go get changed. Throwing his bag onto the sofa, he opens it to find he brought in the wrong bag! On closer inspection, he sees a handwritten note half scrawled up in there. The guy must have left it there by mistake.
"10k. Problem solved.
11pm Poolsharks Tavern.
Friday"
Jackson's eyes widen as he reads the note. Surely the guy wouldn't do what this note is implying....Would he? As he ponders the situation and whether he needs to get involved, maybe pay the guy a visit...His phone rings. Looking down at the screen, the Caller ID reads "FWA Admin". Not something he can ignore.
Hello?
...
Yeah that's me, what can I do for you? We aren't due for another week are we?
...
AXW? Who? I have nothing to do with them.
...
What do you mean a global card?!
...
Well I hope Mr. Kosloff will be compensating me for my time. My contract doesn't include non-FWA shows.
...
Captain?! Wow. Ok...Well I guess I'll see you there....
With that, he hangs up. Throwing his phone onto the sofa in a manner which suggests he's not exactly happy with the decision, he throws the note back into the bag, going to grab the correct one and neighbour-dodge again so he can get this workout cracked out. Now he definitely needs no distractions.
Present Day.
We come back to the original scene. Mr Jarvis is still in conversation with these two men, who by now are pretty obviously working an underhanded job. The tension in the air is thick and you can almost cut it with a knife.
...
Do you wish to proceed?
I...ummm. I mean man's a waste! Thinking he can be all slimy to my face and then go around behind my back giving my missus the side-dick!
Mr. Jarvis. We need an answer. Or are we wasting our time, here?
Brav giz an answer, yeah? You want this arsehole offing or what?
Brian...Can we be a little more subtle?
Sorry, gaffer!
You know what? Do it! He wants to play nasty? Well let's see how he feels when it's on him!
Mr. Jarvis picks up the suitcase by his feet, dropping it onto the table in front of the other men. The man that appears to be the senior of the two flips it open, seeing it is packed full of bank notes.
All there, boss?
Well let's say if it isn't...Mr Jarvis here will be seeing us pretty soon.
BANG!!
The back door flies open, something is thrown in and more smoke starts to billow into the room. The three men jump up and start to grab for any concealed weapons they may have. Brian is out at front and Mr Jarvis stands next to the boss at the back against the wall. Through the smoke, he sees Brian go down like a sack of spuds from an impact as a hooded man moves quickly along. The boss comes at him with a knife, but he ducks three swings before landing a swift right to the boss' jaw. This rocks him. Mr Jarvis grabs his case and heads for the front door but trips, knocking himself out against one of the pool tables. Jackson hits the boss twice more, knocking him down before reaching onto his belt, pulling a set of cuffs and restraining him. Everyone else is out of the room now and Jackson dials on his "new" burn phone to request Police assistance. He makes sure no one else is around before heading back out the way he came in before the smoke clears.
-
We cut twenty minutes later. Jackson has cleared himself up and takes a seat across the street in his car. Seeing the three men all get dragged out into the Police cars, swearing they did nothing wrong as they normally do, he smiles to himself. Turning the engine on, he pulls away. An emergency news broadcast comes onto his local news station.
This just in! Violence just broke out in a relatively under the radar Pool hall in South London. Poolsharks Tavern was known for trouble in the past, but witnesses noted a man in a dark blue hood went in there and cleared house, managing to bring in Ronnie Cru, a notorious Gangster in South London. No one managed to get any other description of the vigilante, but one thing is for sure....Tonight, he made our streets a safer place!
Jackson smiles to himself as he carries on his drive home, as cool and calmly as possible. This job went far better than expected. Who'd have thought the guy selling him the gear to help him pull it off would also be the guy who ended up getting arrested due to it? One thing's for certain. Jackson is a hardware guy...Looks like it's time to reverse engineer some of these items to learn to make them himself!
London, UK.
James Jarvis, 46 year old married Father of two climbs out of his Audi A4. We hear the door close and the distinct blip of the alarm as the lights flash, briefly illuminating the drive amidst the lack of light that accompanies the nights at this time of year. It's been another long day for him at work. All he's looking forward to is cuddling up with his Wife, watching some TV and relaxing. He's already missed the kids' bed time so he won't see them until at least tomorrow evening. He's been working so hard and so many hours lately...He just hopes they all understand it's all for them.
His key turns in the door, it opens against his weight and he's surprised to find the lights are on, but there's no activity down here. The TV is off, the dog is outside.
Hmmm. Strange...
James heads upstairs. Perhaps the other half is in the bath. She often waits and greets him from the bath....Those nights are certainly something to remember. Suddenly he almost trips on something. Looking down, he sees what appears to be his Wife's discarded bra. This isn't good. Instantly his temperature rises, his heart rate goes up and he feels the effects of what we know as the fight of flight reaction. He treads the stairs lightly, being careful not to make a sound. On reaching the top of the stairs, he hears noises coming from the other side of the door. Seeing more clothing on the floor, he takes a second, debates kicking the door in and causing a scene but ultimately he decides against it. He collapses against the wall almost silently. His head in his hands as he sees what appears to be his Wife's phone sticking out of her trouser pocket, discarded on the floor. He decides this is the way to get his answers.
Scrolling through her phone, he sees messages being exchanged between her and a guy called Matt. Thinking nothing of it, he keeps scrolling, seeing all sorts of unsavoury messages going between them until he sees a mirror picture Matt had sent her. That was his best friend! The best man at their wedding! What was she thinking? His heart sank as he saw the message that will stick with him to his dying day.
"Well he isn't here...So why don't you bring that over and show me what you can do with it?"
THREE DAYS AGO
We see Jackson Grace leaving a store with a duffle bag. Well the "store" looks like a disused building that someone is selling things out of. He walks around 500 yards before arriving back at his car. He calmly opens the door, hopping into the drivers seat and locking the doors around him before peering in the bag. This neighbourhood doesn't look like the kind you'd drive around with your doors unlocked...if at all.
Well I opted against arms...I hope these work!
The scene jumps to Jackson arriving home in his car, pulling onto the drive before getting out of the car, throwing the bag into the boot and locking up before heading into the house. No one is home at the minute. For some reason, he'd taken half a day off to conduct whatever business he just finished up with. He pours himself a coffee from the machine before settling down in front of the TV. He's still a little sore from last week's match with Rob Wyatt, but it's part and parcel of this business. He sips at his coffee.
That poor guy. I mean I didn't need to hear his story, but to think his wife could do that to him....I hope he doesn't do anything too extreme. He seems the kind that could go off the deep end.
Jackson sips at his drink again. He seems troubled by this man's situation. Maybe it's something he worries about deep down with all the time he's away with FWA. Finishing his drink, he goes back out to the car to grab his gym bag. He opens the boot half distracted, grabbing the bag and headed back indoors before anyone can distract him. He has a training session to get done and doesn't want any distractions. Vanessa will appreciate the fact he got his workout done early today so they can spend the evening together. Heading back into the house, he heads to go get changed. Throwing his bag onto the sofa, he opens it to find he brought in the wrong bag! On closer inspection, he sees a handwritten note half scrawled up in there. The guy must have left it there by mistake.
"10k. Problem solved.
11pm Poolsharks Tavern.
Friday"
Jackson's eyes widen as he reads the note. Surely the guy wouldn't do what this note is implying....Would he? As he ponders the situation and whether he needs to get involved, maybe pay the guy a visit...His phone rings. Looking down at the screen, the Caller ID reads "FWA Admin". Not something he can ignore.
Hello?
...
Yeah that's me, what can I do for you? We aren't due for another week are we?
...
AXW? Who? I have nothing to do with them.
...
What do you mean a global card?!
...
Well I hope Mr. Kosloff will be compensating me for my time. My contract doesn't include non-FWA shows.
...
Captain?! Wow. Ok...Well I guess I'll see you there....
With that, he hangs up. Throwing his phone onto the sofa in a manner which suggests he's not exactly happy with the decision, he throws the note back into the bag, going to grab the correct one and neighbour-dodge again so he can get this workout cracked out. Now he definitely needs no distractions.
Present Day.
We come back to the original scene. Mr Jarvis is still in conversation with these two men, who by now are pretty obviously working an underhanded job. The tension in the air is thick and you can almost cut it with a knife.
...
Do you wish to proceed?
I...ummm. I mean man's a waste! Thinking he can be all slimy to my face and then go around behind my back giving my missus the side-dick!
Mr. Jarvis. We need an answer. Or are we wasting our time, here?
Brav giz an answer, yeah? You want this arsehole offing or what?
Brian...Can we be a little more subtle?
Sorry, gaffer!
You know what? Do it! He wants to play nasty? Well let's see how he feels when it's on him!
Mr. Jarvis picks up the suitcase by his feet, dropping it onto the table in front of the other men. The man that appears to be the senior of the two flips it open, seeing it is packed full of bank notes.
All there, boss?
Well let's say if it isn't...Mr Jarvis here will be seeing us pretty soon.
BANG!!
The back door flies open, something is thrown in and more smoke starts to billow into the room. The three men jump up and start to grab for any concealed weapons they may have. Brian is out at front and Mr Jarvis stands next to the boss at the back against the wall. Through the smoke, he sees Brian go down like a sack of spuds from an impact as a hooded man moves quickly along. The boss comes at him with a knife, but he ducks three swings before landing a swift right to the boss' jaw. This rocks him. Mr Jarvis grabs his case and heads for the front door but trips, knocking himself out against one of the pool tables. Jackson hits the boss twice more, knocking him down before reaching onto his belt, pulling a set of cuffs and restraining him. Everyone else is out of the room now and Jackson dials on his "new" burn phone to request Police assistance. He makes sure no one else is around before heading back out the way he came in before the smoke clears.
-
We cut twenty minutes later. Jackson has cleared himself up and takes a seat across the street in his car. Seeing the three men all get dragged out into the Police cars, swearing they did nothing wrong as they normally do, he smiles to himself. Turning the engine on, he pulls away. An emergency news broadcast comes onto his local news station.
This just in! Violence just broke out in a relatively under the radar Pool hall in South London. Poolsharks Tavern was known for trouble in the past, but witnesses noted a man in a dark blue hood went in there and cleared house, managing to bring in Ronnie Cru, a notorious Gangster in South London. No one managed to get any other description of the vigilante, but one thing is for sure....Tonight, he made our streets a safer place!
Jackson smiles to himself as he carries on his drive home, as cool and calmly as possible. This job went far better than expected. Who'd have thought the guy selling him the gear to help him pull it off would also be the guy who ended up getting arrested due to it? One thing's for certain. Jackson is a hardware guy...Looks like it's time to reverse engineer some of these items to learn to make them himself!