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shegolives · 5 years

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S1 E1 “Pilot” Scene 3

Val tripped lightly down the front stairs of the three story apartment building she called home, freshly clad in a black leggings and a matching tee shirt. It felt odd to be out of uniform en route to a mission, but she had kept her combat boots out of practicality and comfort.

A black cafe racer was parked directly outside her building, a matching full face helmet and leather jacket sitting on the seat. Val grinned and wasted no time throwing on the jacket and doing the helmet. Shelley’s face appeared in view in the left hand corner of the helmet’s face mask. “Shelley, you rock!” Val exclaimed. She started the bike. “Can I keep it?”

Shelley was quick to respond. “Four minutes and 37 seconds - not bad, given two cracked ribs. It’s a prototype, so I’ll need it back when this mission is over. Don’t worry, you’ll see her again!”

“Two cracked ribs, huh?” Val stated, a bit surprised.

“Yeah, I ran a scan on you earlier. You really got whacked. So let’s avoid physical altercations at all costs on this one, kay?” Shelley sounded concerned. “It’s a 25 minute ride from here to LCC, so we have time to review the mission on the way. Directions are up on your screen...” Val heard Shelley typing over the helmet’s headset, “...now.”

As Val pulled into traffic, revving the engine in an attempt to beat Shelley’s 25 minute estimate, Shelley gave her the rundown. “The book is in LCC’s reference library. We don’t believe the school is aware of what they have. It looks like it was donated recently by the child of a former student. Others out there might have eyes on it now, but we don’t know who. You have to get in, and get the book out, without setting off any alarms. Shouldn’t be too tough. Just find it, disable the security device, and walk out. I’ll get you directions to a drop point once it’s out of the building.”

“Sounds easy.” Val said.

“Always does!” Shelley replied cheerfully.

Eighteen minutes later, Val was pulling into the Lowerton Community College parking lot. She parked the bike outside the library, but kept the helmet on for a moment longer to talk to Shelley through the visor. “Alright, any new gadgets?”

“Of course! Check your pockets. New wireless ear buds that mold to your ear will keep me talking to you and won’t get knocked out of your head! Sorry about the ones that uh, did, get knocked out of your head. That was a solid kick.”

Val snorted. “Anything else?”

Shelley grinned “An LCC student ID will get you in the building, and is accompanied by a fashionable lanyard made of super strong woven mech-metal. Use enough force wrapping it around something, and it will hold its shape. That’s all. Sorry. Second mission of the day sorta caught me low on new toys.”

Valerie removed the helmet and reached in the pockets of her jacket. She pulled out the student ID, hanging the lanyard around her neck, and put the earbuds in her ears. “Shelley, I think these’ll be just fine.”

The Lowerton Community College reference library was as inspiring a building as it sounded. It was a beautiful spring day, and even blue skies and green trees did nothing for the brutalist concrete cube that loomed over the asphalt parking lot. “Nice place,” she commented dryly.

She immediately regretted it. As she tapped her ID to the scanner by the door, Shelley started speaking through the headphones. “Val, community colleges are the backbone of our higher education system. Be respectful!”

“Didn’t you just learn everything you know on the internet?” Val retorted.

“Yes, but I was also a Young Mensan and I crashed Twitter for 24 hours when I was twelve. You want to take a left past the front desk.”

Val walked into the library and followed Shelley’s directions silently, not wanting to draw attention in the relatively crowded space. It was 4pm and the library was full of students. Thankfully, most of them were concentrated at tables and computers, and not actively seeking literature in the stacks.

Val found herself in a deserted row of books, staring directly at “Ennui Through History”. She reached for the book, pulling it off the shelf as though it were booby trapped. “Got it,” she whispered, hoping only Shelley would hear.

“Great!” Shelley said. “I’m really proud of you, champ. The security device is in the spine. I updated your communicator so it can disable the device, just run the scanner over the whole spine.”

Val shook her head as she followed instructions, wishing she could speak aloud to Shelley. The communicator beeped.

“Nice job,” Shelley congratulated Val. “I’m not picking up any identifiable threats right now, but stay alert. Stuff the book under your coat and take her out the front door.”

Val was happy to comply, and did her best to keep her pace measured as she retraced her steps out of the library. She breathed a tentative sigh of relief as she stepped back into the warm spring air, and headed toward the bike. “So,” she asked Shelley, “Do we at least know who Debra O. Creek is?”

Shelley didn’t respond until Val had removed her earbuds and put the helmet back on. “I wanted you to see my face,” she said from the visor’s screen “so you could see how disappointed I am in that question.”

Val started the engine. “What? And directions please.”

The sound of typing, and then a map appeared. “Work on it in your spare time. We’re headed to the drop off point. A GJ agent will be there waiting with a helicopter to take the book. When you see him, say, ‘The wind in the trees makes a lovely sound.’ If he’s not compromised, he’ll say ‘Not as lovely as the sound of still skies.’”

“That’s incredibly dramatic,” Val complained.

“I don’t write the rules. You should be there shortly. Good luck!”

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shegolives · 5 years

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S1 E1 “Pilot” Scene 2

Val stood alone in her room and stared thoughtfully at the blank screen of her communicator. Kim had recruited her for Global Justice a year prior, and this was the first time Val had vented her frustrations so candidly. Deciding it would be useless to overthink the conversation, she focused on the next task at hand - a long shower.

Val took a deep breath, relaxing her muscles and letting her communicator drop to the floor. Hours earlier, Killigan’s caddy had cracked her in the ribs with a nine iron. She tugged gingerly at the bottom of the black muscle shirt she wore on every mission, and then steeled her jaw as she pulled the shirt, then her sports bra over her head. Turning to look in the full length mirror hanging from the closed door, Val admired a blossoming bruise.

Her communicator rang.

“Fuck.” Val grimaced at the pain in her ribs as she bent to pick up the device.

She tapped the screen to accept a video call, “What’s up Shelly?” A blonde, blue eyed girl wearing a headset responded gleefully. “Buckle up! We have another mission. Two in one day!”

“What? Where are we going?”

Shelly smirked, “We are sending you to retrieve a copy of a very important manuscript. An undercover GJ agent located it in the library at Lowerton Community College, of all places. Take a look at your mirror.”

Val did as she was told. “Lowerton Community College,” she repeated, as she looked at the image displayed on her mirror. A 3D model of a book rotated in front of her. It was plainly bound in what looked like the brown faux leather of most encyclopedias, and was medium size at about 300 pages long. The spine and cover were both embossed with the title and author’s name: “Ennui Through History” by Debra O. Creek.

“Looks exciting,” Val quipped.

“It is!” Shelley exclaimed. “This is the only copy of an incredibly important key. The cipher it unlocks has been unbreakable - until now!”

Val raised an eyebrow. “Ok I bite. What does the cipher do?”

Shelley shrugged.

“Right,” Val said, “need to know. Is it ok if I don’t shower?”

Shelley laughed, “You’re disgusting. Just don’t wear your mission outfit. We’re trying to keep this on the DL. Less GI Jane, more college student, ok?”

Val rolled her eyes. “I am a college student.”

“Then you got this! Your ride’s on the curb - I think you’re gonna like it. Get changed. You’ve got five minutes.” Shelley’s smiling face disappeared as she ended the call and the screen went black.

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S1E1 Intro

The Commander found herself rubbing her temples while she watched a hologram of a twenty one year old girl pacing back and forth across a five inch screen

“Ugh, these people are SO WEIRD.” The girl’s too-tired-for-her-years tone read clearly through the holo-call’s audio. Despite the miniature size of the hologram, the image was crisp, belying every ounce of frustration in her body-language. Long brown hair, practically pulled into a ponytail, did nothing to conceal the tightness in her shoulders as she paced. The tank top she wore on missions exposed her arms - it had been an hour since she’d returned home, but every muscle was still flexed. She was the image of her emotions.

“That doesn’t discount the fact that they’re dangerous, Val.” It was a stern reminder, but the Commander was at wit’s end. Unfortunately, so was her charge.

“Yeah frankly, I think they’re getting in their own way with the gimmicks. Just throw the fucking grenade. Throw it.” Exasperated, Val advised her absent opposition. “I can see where you’re lining up to swing the fucking golf club. Like it’s actually not rocket science!”

The Commander raised an eyebrow. “So this one was too easy?”

Val caught herself. “No, I don’t mean it’s too easy. Don’t take it the wrong way Kim, you’re awesome and you’ve always been a total hero but like fuck, dude. Didn’t you ever feel kinda - I don’t know.” She leveled her tone, asking in earnest. “Didn’t you ever feel kinda fucking dumb taking some of these crackpots seriously? Like training and showing up in combats ready to go head to head with some fucking nutcase in a pink sweater with a rabid bumblebear? I don’t know.”

Kim smirked, despite the insubordination. “Commander.”

Val’s pacing figure stopped moving abruptly. “Shit. Sorry. Commander.”

“Listen, Valerie,” Kim started, carefully choosing her words. “Yes. I was frustrated a lot of the time. In fact, I continue to be frustrated. But don’t forget that these are genuine threats. They’re brilliant, unstable, angry people, and the gimmicks are manifestations of dangerous, righteous anger. Let it distract them. Don’t let it distract you.”

In the hologram, Kim could see the tension in Val’s shoulders ease. She took that as encouragement, and continued. “If you find a competitive edge against any of them, it’s because you have talent. Keep your head down and focus, okay? This is practice. You’ll get higher level assignments if you keep doing well.”

Val had worn herself out. “You’re right Commander. I’m sorry. Thanks, a lot, for listening.”

“Of course, Val. I’m sure we’ll be in touch soon.”

“Yup.” Val tapped her wrist and ended the call.

Kim sighed deeply and leaned back in her office chair, staring at the now silent Kimmunicator on her desk. She was thirty, and she was already tired. Commanding a team of her own hadn’t always been part of the long term plan, but she was good at it, and Global Justice was expanding. So far, she’d been able to handle the job in addition to her own missions. Passing responsibility for a few low level bad guys onto Val had certainly helped with the workflow.

There wasn’t much time to relax. The Kimmunicator rang, and Kim reflexively answered. A familiar face appeared on the screen. “Dr. Director. What’s the sitch?”

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