Section 45

Writer - Gabriel Shaytan

FX is a Rysher production in conjunction with Fireworks Entertainment Inc. and Winterset Productions Inc as well as Hallmark Entertainment.

Don’t own ‘em, aren’t bein’ paid.
 

     They went to make the exchange, everything going fine until they'd drawn their weapons and identified themselves.  The ex-Seal hadn't forgotten much and the situation had come off with several policemen down and the seal shot through the leg and arm.
     The Semtex went to the lab, Mira and Frank excited when it was identified as the same used to kill their friends.  They had the man who'd set the whole thing up… and he'd given up Loubar.

     Except when they arrived at the address they found no signs, nothing at all to show that he'd been there, not even a trap.
 

     The cop moved through the building, taking his time as he carried the parcel under one arm.  He moved with calm assurance, headed down to the police holding cells and signed in.
     Stepping past the officer on guard, he show his pass and was waved on.
     He approached the interrogation cell at the end of the corridor and inserted the key, turning it in the lock and opening the door.  He stepped into the room, stepping slightly to one side as he shut the door… as though he knew the camera couldn't see him there.
     ' I thought I could trust you' the cop said, the ex-Seal swinging around in his chair at the voice, calm, cold.
     ' They knew it was you already.  I gave them nothing, only the address of the place I knew you'd already left'
     ' Still… you're going down for a long time and there are a few things I wouldn't want shared' Loubar answered, opening the parcel and drawing a silenced pistol, smoothly shooting the man in the chest twice.

     The gun went back into the bag and he walked out, along the corridor.
     ' Didn't take long… he give you anything new?' the guard asked.
     ' I'm afraid it's a dead issue' he answered, continuing on.

     He walked the halls, coming to the detectives area.  ' Which is Captain Vanduran's office please?' he asked a detective.
     ' Right there' he pointed.
     ' Thanks'

     He crossed the office, dropping the parcel on the captain's desk… somewhat out of defiance, as though he knew they couldn’t catch him, and partly because he wanted them to know that he'd done it.

     He walked out, no one questioning him… it was too easy.
 

     The captain, Mira, Frank and Tony sat in the captain's office as he opened the parcel, dumping the contents on the desk.
     ' I bet that's the gun that did the job in the cell' Mira suggested.
     ' and a video' the captain finished ' get a TV set up in here'

     When the tape was ready they sat and watched, and listened.
     ' They knew they couldn’t get out… left it to the last second to try'
     ' They squeezed all the time they could out of it'

     The room went silent as they watched, Frank smiling as he watched Rollie ask his partner what the detective knew he'd wanted to long before.  Smiled again when she said yes and accepted the ring.  Not one of them had dry eyes by the end.
     ' So now we know' the captain finished ' Take the rest of the week off'
 

     They all attended the funeral, Frank's wife and children crying openly as the caskets were lowered.  Steven was there, he had dedicated the movie to their memories and had bought Tyler FX outright, ready to set it up as the best FX company on the east coast… it was to have been their big surprise.

    A huge crowd had gathered to mourn lost friends… and the industry too, reacted as if they'd lost members of the family.
 

     Above the crowd, looking down through binoculars from the top of the small hill, Victor Loubar watched… and finally understood the dream… he was free.