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KELLY leans forward in her chair. She smiles smugly. Next to her sits DOUGLAS, smirking. DOUGLAS
wears flight overalls too.
1 DOUGLAS: Four. You’re counting the guy with the limp twice.
2 KELLY: Youth trumps experience. My eyes actually work.
3 DOUGLAS: Your goddamn mouth works, I’ll give you that.
CUT TO: a monitor feed. An IRC chat program. We can see various chat names. We’ve got the “customer”
(GreenPred) the person running the mission, we have the drone (Ayrie), and even teams on the ground
(Shogun/Leatherfoot). There are other names in the chatroom, but they don’t have to be speaking. They’re
all watching. Wilful observers. The transcript reads:
GREENPRED: Feed’s still glitchy this end.
OVERSEER: Copy, Treehouse. We have
MAM’s*, all armed. Objective Sentinel is with them.
SHOGUN: Confirmed, compound in sight from the ground. We see the vehicles.
LEATHERFOOT: We have eyes on the crossroads, no activity here.
WIDE PANEL: Our first glimpse at where we are. KELLY, her back to us, sits at a drone control panel.
DOUGLAS, the Sensor Operator, sits in the seat next to her. The trailer is cramped and claustrophobic (8 ft
wide, 8 ft tall and 20 ft long).
On the main monitor (and a few others) we see a compound somewhere in Afghanistan. It consists of a
large, flat structure with a few small buildings scattered around it, surrounded by a high wall and the desert.
Parked outside the main compound building are an SUV and two TECHNICALS.
4 KELLY: You think any of them know?
5 DOUGLAS: About your mouth? Probably.
6 KELLY: Can it, asshat.