A/N: In the chapter where Syd transforms, she is not talking. She is
growling. Sorry for the confusion!
Illusionist
(ESTABLISHING SHOT – An FBI base. SYD and an AGENT stand)
AGENT: DES is going to be unconscious for a while?
SYD: (nods)
AGENT: We'll have to help her when she wakes up..
SYD: I know.
AGENT: Quite impressive.
SYD: Huh?
AGENT: Taking on twelve henchmen by yourself. Damages aside, I think you did very well.
SYD: (grins) Really?
AGENT: S060787, you exceeded our expectations by far.
SYD: Seriously?
(The AGENT walks off. SYD follows)
AGENT: Really. In fact, you've probably 'outgrown' the FBI.
SYD: What? Really?
AGENT: You and DES, when she wakes up, will be GJ agents. You will keep your regular mission clothes. You will, however, get new equipment.
SYD: New equipment?! Awesome!
(The next day, SYD is walking through the GJ Middleton base and drinking a Diet Pepsi)
SYD: (humming/singing to herself) Our spots are different...different colors...we make each other stronger that ain't ever gonna change.....
(SYD knocks into SAM)
SYD: (Stops humming) SAM?!
SAM: SYD? What the heck are ya doin' here?
SYD: I work here now. Well, technically.
SAM: Cool!
SYD: I'm on the A-Squad.
SAM: A-Squad?! But that's for...
SYD: ....top agents only.
SAM: You're just a rookie!
SYD: Did YOU work for the FBI?
SAM: Well, no.
SYD: I rest my case.
DR. DIRECTOR: (Over PA) All right. All A-Squad AGENTS are to report to the training room immediately.
(Later, SYD is sleeping. In her dream, she gets flashes of different events. In order, they are: DRAKKEN'S lair exploding (Tick-Tick-Tick), SHEGO and KIM fighting (Bueno Nacho), SHEGO riding the hoverboard-snowboard thing (A Very Possible Christmas), and DRAKKEN laughing maniacally (Crush). Then, we flash to SYD'S life. She's in the incubation tube, wearing hospital garb. Then, two mechanical arms reach down, attaching an oxygen mask to her face. SYD shuts her eyes even tighter, the rush of oxygen refreshing. Then, we see a computer screen, displaying the following:
NAME: SYDNEY LIPSKY
BIRTHDATE: 06/07/87
FAMILY: DR. DRAKKEN (father), SHEGO (mother), JESSICA BARKIN (aunt), STEVEN BARKIN (uncle), ANDREW BARKIN (cousin)
CURRENT PLACE OF RESIDENCE: Middleton
CURRENT PLACE OF EMPLOYMENT: N/A
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Green (purple contacts, orange contacts)
AGE: 16 ¾
HEIGHT: 6 ft., 0 in.
WEIGHT: 120 lb
ABILITIES: Super strength, flaming hands, the ability to destroy anything in her path.
(Another series of flashes occurs. In one, SHEGO races past security officers, running past a door that says "GENETICS LAB – S060787 Inside. ENTER AT OWN RISK". SHEGO scoffs, figures it's not important, and leaves. SYD gets a glimpse of the future. A woman wearing purple is trying to destroy DEMENTOR, and it's not working. Another woman, wearing blue and silver, is helping. It is SYD and DES (respectively). SYD snaps awake)
SYD: (small scream)
(SYD covers her eyes with her hands, shaking her head)
SYD: Arh....
(The next morning, SYD and JILL are at Bueno Nacho. JILL doesn't eat anything. SYD uses her fingers to chop some strawberries and putting them on a tortilla that has a lot of chocolate on it. SYD slices an orange, and wraps up the burrito)
SYD: The PERFECT breakfast burrito.
JILL: Yeah, well, that's pretty much opinion.
SYD: It's fact.
JILL: Hey, you still owe me a hockey stick.
SYD: You have like six.
JILL: (beat) I'll make you a deal. Play against me in hockey. You win, you don't have to pay me.
SYD: And if I lose?
JILL: You'll be buying me hockey sticks until the day you collect social security.
(Cut to SYD and JILL, each wielding a hockey stick. This scene resembles a Mexican standoff...with the two main characters on rollerskates. KIM, half- asleep, watches)
KIM: (to herself) They had to drag me into this....
(Two trashcans are set up, turned on their sides, as goals)
KIM: (yawn) OK, you guys, start. (takes a sip of coffee)
(SYD skates, grabbing the puck. She flares her hands, igniting the stick, then the puck, the stick returns to normal. The puck sails past JILL'S "goal" (through it), under a truck, through a door, and into a store.)
JILL: Whoa! Good God! Were you a hockey player for the FBI?
SYD: Nah.
JILL: Oh, look, it's boomeranging back! Duck, SYD!
(SYD ducks and runs for cover)
JILL: (laughs) Psyche!
Illusionist
(ESTABLISHING SHOT – An FBI base. SYD and an AGENT stand)
AGENT: DES is going to be unconscious for a while?
SYD: (nods)
AGENT: We'll have to help her when she wakes up..
SYD: I know.
AGENT: Quite impressive.
SYD: Huh?
AGENT: Taking on twelve henchmen by yourself. Damages aside, I think you did very well.
SYD: (grins) Really?
AGENT: S060787, you exceeded our expectations by far.
SYD: Seriously?
(The AGENT walks off. SYD follows)
AGENT: Really. In fact, you've probably 'outgrown' the FBI.
SYD: What? Really?
AGENT: You and DES, when she wakes up, will be GJ agents. You will keep your regular mission clothes. You will, however, get new equipment.
SYD: New equipment?! Awesome!
(The next day, SYD is walking through the GJ Middleton base and drinking a Diet Pepsi)
SYD: (humming/singing to herself) Our spots are different...different colors...we make each other stronger that ain't ever gonna change.....
(SYD knocks into SAM)
SYD: (Stops humming) SAM?!
SAM: SYD? What the heck are ya doin' here?
SYD: I work here now. Well, technically.
SAM: Cool!
SYD: I'm on the A-Squad.
SAM: A-Squad?! But that's for...
SYD: ....top agents only.
SAM: You're just a rookie!
SYD: Did YOU work for the FBI?
SAM: Well, no.
SYD: I rest my case.
DR. DIRECTOR: (Over PA) All right. All A-Squad AGENTS are to report to the training room immediately.
(Later, SYD is sleeping. In her dream, she gets flashes of different events. In order, they are: DRAKKEN'S lair exploding (Tick-Tick-Tick), SHEGO and KIM fighting (Bueno Nacho), SHEGO riding the hoverboard-snowboard thing (A Very Possible Christmas), and DRAKKEN laughing maniacally (Crush). Then, we flash to SYD'S life. She's in the incubation tube, wearing hospital garb. Then, two mechanical arms reach down, attaching an oxygen mask to her face. SYD shuts her eyes even tighter, the rush of oxygen refreshing. Then, we see a computer screen, displaying the following:
NAME: SYDNEY LIPSKY
BIRTHDATE: 06/07/87
FAMILY: DR. DRAKKEN (father), SHEGO (mother), JESSICA BARKIN (aunt), STEVEN BARKIN (uncle), ANDREW BARKIN (cousin)
CURRENT PLACE OF RESIDENCE: Middleton
CURRENT PLACE OF EMPLOYMENT: N/A
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Green (purple contacts, orange contacts)
AGE: 16 ¾
HEIGHT: 6 ft., 0 in.
WEIGHT: 120 lb
ABILITIES: Super strength, flaming hands, the ability to destroy anything in her path.
(Another series of flashes occurs. In one, SHEGO races past security officers, running past a door that says "GENETICS LAB – S060787 Inside. ENTER AT OWN RISK". SHEGO scoffs, figures it's not important, and leaves. SYD gets a glimpse of the future. A woman wearing purple is trying to destroy DEMENTOR, and it's not working. Another woman, wearing blue and silver, is helping. It is SYD and DES (respectively). SYD snaps awake)
SYD: (small scream)
(SYD covers her eyes with her hands, shaking her head)
SYD: Arh....
(The next morning, SYD and JILL are at Bueno Nacho. JILL doesn't eat anything. SYD uses her fingers to chop some strawberries and putting them on a tortilla that has a lot of chocolate on it. SYD slices an orange, and wraps up the burrito)
SYD: The PERFECT breakfast burrito.
JILL: Yeah, well, that's pretty much opinion.
SYD: It's fact.
JILL: Hey, you still owe me a hockey stick.
SYD: You have like six.
JILL: (beat) I'll make you a deal. Play against me in hockey. You win, you don't have to pay me.
SYD: And if I lose?
JILL: You'll be buying me hockey sticks until the day you collect social security.
(Cut to SYD and JILL, each wielding a hockey stick. This scene resembles a Mexican standoff...with the two main characters on rollerskates. KIM, half- asleep, watches)
KIM: (to herself) They had to drag me into this....
(Two trashcans are set up, turned on their sides, as goals)
KIM: (yawn) OK, you guys, start. (takes a sip of coffee)
(SYD skates, grabbing the puck. She flares her hands, igniting the stick, then the puck, the stick returns to normal. The puck sails past JILL'S "goal" (through it), under a truck, through a door, and into a store.)
JILL: Whoa! Good God! Were you a hockey player for the FBI?
SYD: Nah.
JILL: Oh, look, it's boomeranging back! Duck, SYD!
(SYD ducks and runs for cover)
JILL: (laughs) Psyche!