INT./EXT. HIGHWAY ROAD. NIGHT.
Renee drives with a cigarette, Curtis and William are in the front seat, and Abdul, Smith, and Simpson are in the back. Renee keeps trying to get into the left lane, but every time she tries, the other car speeds up so she cannot get into that lane.
RENEE:
Asshole! I wish he was a dragon so
I could kill him!
ABDUL:
Shh! If you’re going to talk about
that, at least turn on the radio
so no one hears.
Renee turns on the radio and tries again to get into the next lane.
CURTIS:
(to William)
So, what’s worse-fighting in a war
or fighting dragons?
WILLIAM:
Oh, dragons, of course! The Iraqis
are human, so we had a lot in common.
These dragons are demons.
SMITH:
We’re going to miss our exit!
Renee growls and pull out her gun. She sticks herself out the window and shoots out one of the other car’s tires. He is forced to stop, and Renee pulls in front of him. She sees the strange look Curtis gives her.
RENEE:
Some people have no manners!
EXT. PARKING LOT. NIGHT.
Renee parked the car, and everyone gets out.
SMITH:
So, I’m thinking Washington and I
go north, Simpson and Abdul can go
south, and Warner and Stevens can
go central.
SIMPSON:
Meet back here in a couple of hours?
Everyone agrees and seperates.
EXT. GEORGETOWN STREET. NIGHT.
The street is full of shops that are now closed. A few seedy people walk by Renee and Curtis.
CURTIS:
What if something happens to us?
How would the others get back?
RENEE:
They could take the bus. Don’t worry
about that. Keep looking out.
CURTIS:
You know, at first I was nervous, but
this is kind of exciting! I feel pumped!
Yeah, bring it on, you creeps!
RENEE:
(half amused)
Shh! Dragons aren’t the only ones
who can attack us, you know.
CURTIS:
If I gotta kill a dragon here and now,
these people will see I’m the hero!
And they can tell the world what
we did!
RENEE:
You have seen too many Disney
movies. Reality is we kill our
enemy, and the media along
with other dragons convince them
they something entirely different.
People…
Before Renee can finish, she spots two policemen who are looking at them suspciously.
RENEE:
We’ve got to get out of here.
No, act casual.
They walk away, but they hear the policemen following them. Curtis spots a bus stopping, and he motions to Renee to get on. The police start to run, but Curtis and Renee get on the bus right before they can catch them.
INT. BUS. NIGHT.
Renee and Curtis pick a seat in the middle. Renee, who sits by the window, picks up a coffee cup left on the seat.
RENEE:
Someone from my old apartment
was here. It’s still hot! Eiww, they
spit their gum in it!
CURTIS:
It smells Irish. I didn’t know your
shop offered that!
RENEE:
We don’t. I mean, they don’t.
CURTIS:
Too bad. A blended, Irish mocha
sounds really good.
Renee rolls her eyes in a bemused way. The bus stops, and JULIE (a fair skinned girl with puffy, black curls) gets on. Renee tries to get a view of her eyes, which Julie notices and puts on her sunglasses as she sits.
RENEE:
(whispers)
Get up.
CURTIS:
Is she a…?
RENEE:
Either way, be prepared to be banned
from taking the bus!
They get up and head over to the middle door, which is directly behind Julie. Renee, who has the coffee cup, points it towards Julie. The bus passes over a bump, and Renee intentionally loses control of the coffee cup. It spills onto Julie’s arm, which causes her to roar out in pain. The bus driver stops, and the other passengers on board stare.
JULIE:
You fucking idiots!
BUS DRIVER:
Do you need an ambulance, miss?
JULIE:
No! Don’t you dare!
BUS DRIVER:
Okay, but I still have to put your
damage in my report.
He pries her hand off the wound, and underneath the wound he sees reptilian skin.
BUS DRIVER:
What the hell?
Julie breathes fire on him. The other passengers scream and run off the bus. Renee pulls out her gun, but Julie knocks it out of her hand. She tries to breathe fire on them, but they weave out of the way. Renee uses the roof handrails to prop herself in the air and kicks Julie, which sends her falling, face up, onto the aisle. Before Julie can react, Curtis dives down and stabs her in the chest. With a reptilian shriek of pain, Julie dies. Curtis stands over her body in amazement. Police sirens are heard. Renee grabs Curtis’s wrist, and they run off the bus.
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