*Riley walks out of the confinement, as she sees sunlight for the first time in 2 years, almost blinded she shields her eyes with her hands*Wearing only the clothes that she wore into jail, with her head drooped she walks down the street as cars fly over head and drive by in front of her*Only a quick flash of sound is heard and a quick flash of light is seen*Putting her hands in her coat pocket she finds a ponytail holder*As she puts her hair up someone calls her cell phone*
Riley: Strange I thought I left it somewhere else. (smirks)
*Phone still rings as she takes it out of her pocket* the phone number reads "0000"*
Riley: Phone screening. Got to love it.
*She lets it ring some more* She walks by tables outside a café*
Riley: Antique eateries. (Talking to herself) Let's have a little peak shall we?
*Still outside she answers the phone*
Riley: Vance what a surprise.
Vance: *is around the corner* Just taking a stroll.
Riley: Sure. Didn't know you guys had much time to stroll.
Vance: I would join you but I wouldn't want to put you in more danger.
Riley: Did I hear that correctly?
Vance: Yeah.
Riley: You care to explain?
Vance: Now's not a good time.
Riley: So when would be a good time? When I starting getting shot at?
Vance: I wouldn't want say that you wouldn't want to jinx it now would you?
Riley: I didn't realize you believe in superstitions now.
Vance: I don't.
Riley: (laughs) Well can we hold this conversation face to face or at least not now?
Vance: Yeah. Sure. Just wanted to make sure you're in one piece.
Riley: Gee so hopefully that almost didn't sounded like a death threat. I'll talk to you later.
(She hangs up)
Riley: Sheesh even if I was in jail for two years I'm still in peril, what is the world now overrun with hoodlums and conspiriatory rebels?
*She smiles as she shakes her head* She hears gunshots go off*She falls on the floor and rolls on the ground reaching in her coat for a gun but forgets it was taken away the day she entered her "vacation" in solitary confinement*
Riley: Great.
*The drive-by-shooters turn the street to make another round* A car pulls up*
Voice from the car: GET IN!
*Riley pulls herself up to see who's in the car first* Shocked but recognizing the face she gets in as the drive by shooters come around behind them* Riley and the familiar face speed off with the shooters behind them*
Riley: Owen?! What the hell is going on?
Owen: I'll explain later just don't let the car get dented (he hands her a gun) I borrowed it from my brother
*Riley climbs in the back seat* Aims at the shooter's hand* She fires and the gun flies out of his hand*She aims at the tires while the other shooters continue shooting* The car quickly takes a sharp turn* She turns around*
Riley: You think you could refrain from doing those? I'm trying to save our asses here!
*She aims and shoots at the tire, the shooter's car spins and comes to a halt crashing into an oncoming vehicle as Riley and Owen continue driving away * Riley turns around and slinks into the back seat and sighs*
Riley: All this my first day out…nothing's changed. What am I wanted for this time? Giving to charity?
*The car slows down*
Vance: Not really
Riley: Okay then for wearing that pink tank top during spring?...It was hot in 2126.
Owen: They want to brainwash you.
Riley: Its not like any information I got 2 years ago is going to shut them down now.
Owen: It's more like they want to use you for your abilities.
Riley: You mean the ones I was conditioned and programmed with?
Owen: If you want to classify yourself as a robot. Sure.
Riley: I can't believe that. I mean there are more like me.
Owen: Its not that simple.
Riley: Everyone has to make everything complicated.
Owen: You know that's how life is. I better let Carter explain.
*Riley holds gun up to Owen's head* Owen stops the car putting his hands up*
Riley: What do you mean let Carter explain it?! Why are we going to Carter and why doesn't someone just tell me what the hell is going on!
Owen: Look if you calm down and put down the gun you'll find out everything *Riley moves the gun away from his head *
Riley: Everything, sure.
Owen: Yeah look we're right here. *pointing to an old house*
Riley: Oh so they've downsized? (Looking at the house)
Owen: No, Carter didn't want you to get in a bigger mess by having the countless number of people after you see that you're working with Carter and the CEN.
(Short for Central Intel and Security Agency)
Riley: Well I'm glad that everyone is worried about me but I think I can take care of myself you guys do realize that I am a big girl now. So lets just hear what he has to say and then leave okay?
Owen: Yeah. Sure. Whatever you want.
* They walk up to the house* They push a button on a screen as the sound of air jets out as the hydraulics open the door* The house is empty nothing is in it except the rays of light coming in from the windows* All is quiet until the faux wood begins to creak and a man dressed in slacks, a dress top and tie walks down the stairs as he motions with his hand to Riley and Owen to follow him*Cautiously Riley and Owen follow with Riley in front of Owen*At the top of the stairs is a vast loft and a man in a black suit with his hand in his pockets is seen staring out the balcony with his back to Riley and Owen*
Carter: Glad you're still with us.
Riley: Funny everyone keeps saying that.
Carter: I never was a man of long conversations so let me just get straight to the point.
Riley: That's if I believe both of you. People change just like time.
Carter: So you're telling me that you don't eve believe your childhood friend?
Riley: No Not really. Living in a room 12' by 12' with little light besides the artificial and no human contact until I get out. Lest you forget the lollygagging robots that are made to be human but not to think, I would say I have every right to not believe anyone.
Carter: All I'm saying is your life's at stake whether you believe me or not, it's your choice.
Riley: Okay so tell me Carter, man never of long conversations…
Carter: You remember the Prestige Academy?
Riley: Yeah how could I forget? The government selected a lump some of "privileged" few to be taken away from their families by force. Sent to a 13-year long conditioning, brainwashing, grueling, and tortuous "sessions" in "school" where people like me were taught to speak more than 10 languages. Forced to shoot a gun at age 10 with perfect aiming. Electrocuted if we didn't know how to diffuse thousands of pretend bombs. Punished if we couldn't do a proper round house kick. Then at age 18 we were sent out into the work to protect the innocent that didn't know needed protection and kill the unjust and quote unquote evil people. Yeah I think I would remember.
*Carter stares at the floor, adjusts his tie and clears his throat*
Carter: Yeah. Sorry. Right. Well out of the hundreds like you, you have not been killed, missing in action, in a mental ward, or working with people besides the CEN.
Riley: Yeah that's right cause wait (puts her finger on her chin) I've been in jail for 2 years (puts her hands on her hips with an annoyed look on her face) and lost my job, which I heard you're giving me back.
Carter: Yeah well you see people are after you to either brainwash you to join their faction, kill you to prevent that, or kill you because they heard that you're back in town and they're out for revenge.
Riley: So not only the bad people are after me but supposedly good people as well? I suppose I was born unlucky.
*Carter rubs his head with his hand *
Riley: So my options are work with you guys or have no "protection"? Geez, what a once in a lifetime opportunity. How long to I have to decide?
Carter: 24 hours
Riley: As in to actually decide, to live, or time before your people send people after me just incase I'm in cohorts with the "other people"? Never thought life out of jail would be so exciting. I bet Vance failed to mention that I actually thought about retiring?… By the way where is he?
Carter: Conducting a plan to save your hide.
Riley: I thought I could save my own a** but thanks for your offer any way… a plan meaning when, and if I join?
Vance: Well you know Vance…
Riley: Right gotcha…
*Her stomach growls and she puts her hand on her stomach) Okay well nice chatting with you Carter…*she waves and winks* boys, but I'm deprived of food *she looks over to Owen *