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SHADE

INTRO: LAWYERS OFFICE

A young man in his late twenties paced back and forth. Nervous and scared filled with anxiety.

HENRY

What am I going to do? (Continues pacing)

Peering through the scope of a high-powered rifle. We see SHADE adjusting the scope, and then locking in a bullet.

SHADE

Okay, now come to the window little boy. (Chewing on gum)

HENRY

I shouldn't have done that (Breathing heavily) I never should have done that (tearing out his hair)

HENRY walked over to his desk. Standing in the window.

SHADE

Perfect.

SHADE squeezed lightly on the trigger. A muffled BANG echoed followed by a shattering sound. Glass fell everywhere.

Now we see HENRY the young lawyer laid across his desk with a hole in his chest, still smoking.

ROOFTOP

We see SHADE disassembling the gun. Placing the pieces in a bag. Tossing the bag over her shoulder.

SHADE disappears through a heavy red door.

In HENRY'S office, staff is screaming in a panicked mode. Nobody knew what just happened.

ALLEYWAY

SHADE jumps into a modified CAMARO SS GT502, black in color all around, red racing stripes from front to back and chrome rims.

Firing up the engine. SHADE burns rubber and disappears onto the street.

LAWYER'S OFFICE

DETECTIVE LARSON examines the body. Older guy, around late-forties but doesn't look his age. Standing in the doorway DETECTIVE SIMON, younger fellow around the same age as the lawyer HENRY.

DET. LARSON

So nobody saw anything or heard anything

DET.SIMON

No, they did hear something. The glass shattering, that's when they came running in here and found him lying like that across his desk.

DET. LARSON looks the wound over.

DET. LARSON

High-powered rifle with a scope, I'm guessing.

DET. SIMON

What make's you say that (looking at his partner)

DET. LARSON

Well if I wanted to make a hole that big in the heart (mimicking the hole with his hand) I'd use a scope on my rifle (showing DET. SIMON his hand)

DET. SIMON

Some don't even use a scope

DET. LARSON

They do if it's long range (looking out the window) where do you suppose the shot came from?

DET. SIMON walks up to DET. LARSON. They both look out the window and across the street.

DET. SIMON

Could be from anywhere

DET. LARSON

Yeah could be

Here we see a young gentleman in his late thirties; he was a handsome fellow walking into the office. BLAKE CHAMBERS a CIA operative working on a case involving a notorious ASSASSIN.

CHAMBERS

Hello gentlemen (British accent)

DET. LARSON and DET. SIMON both turn around. Looking at one another.

DET. LARSON steps forward

DET. LARSON

Who are you? (Waving his pen around)

CHAMBERS

Blake Chambers, I work for the CIA (walking towards them, hands behind his back)

DET. SIMON

What does this case have to do with the CIA?

CHAMBERS

Everything (standing over HENRY) the person that did this (making a circle around the body) is a highly trained killer.

DET. LARSON

How do you know that? Have you ever seen this killer?

CHAMBERS

I have but only a photo, never face to face

DET. SIMON

Why not? (Snickering) you afraid they might kill you or something

CHAMBERS stared at him with a distant and spare gaze.

CHAMBERS

Yes, I am afraid as should you be as well

DET. LARSON

Why's that?

CHAMBERS

Because gentlemen she'll be coming after you as well, if you continue to investigate this crime

DET. SIMON looks at LARSON then back to CHAMBERS

DET.SIMON

This is kind of our job, if you hadn't noticed. We have to solve crimes like these

CHAMBERS

Yes but how many of them involved assassins

SIMON laughed. LARSON shook his head, snickering.

DET. LARSON

There's no such thing as assassins

CHAMBERS calmly headed to the door. Turning around.

CHAMBERS

They do exist even if you don't see them, but they can see you

CHAMBERS leaves the room. LARSON AND SIMON goes silent, staring at the door.

Not sure what to say, CHAMBERS looked over the body once and left.

DET. SIMON

I don't believe him (doubting, shaking his head)

HALLWAY

CHAMBERS is dialing on his phone.

The phone rings on the other end, when someone answers. JERRY THOMPSON was another CIA operative.

JERRY

Hello

CHAMBERS

It's her; she's here in the city

JERRY

Are you sure? Las time you said that, she wasn't anywhere near the city. In fact she was in another country

CHAMBERS

I'm positive it's Shade; she left her signature mark on a young lawyer.

JERRY

Hole where the heart should be

CHAMBERS

Yeah a big hole

CHAMBERS presses the elevator button.

JERRY

Now what do we do? Even if she is in the city, there's no way we are going to find her? It's like looking for a needle in the haystack, of course her being the needle and the city is the haystack.

CHAMBERS

Don't worry I have an idea on how to get a hold of her.

JERRY

How?

CHAMBERS

I'll talk to you later

JERRY

Wait (stammering) how are you going to find her?

CHAMBERS

I won't have to; she'll come to me (smiling, hanging up)

The elevator dinged. CHAMBERS stepped inside. JERRY stared at the phone.

JERRY

Bye then

CHAMBERS took the elevator down to the garage. DING, stopping at the garage level. CHAMBERS stepped off.

Heading for his car, a CHEVROLET SILVERADO navy blue in color.

DIAMONDS PAWNSHOP

SHADE pulled into a seedy looking neighbor hood. Closed out stores, few left open.

Rundown PAWNSHOP called DIAMONDS sat between two closed shops.

SHADE parked in the front. Stepping out of the car, bystanders stared to crowd the car.

BYSTANDER #1

Nice car lady

SHADE

You like it

BYSTANDER #1

YEAH, it's very, very nice

SHADE

Well (smiling)

Grabbing him by the back of the neck, slamming his face on the hood.

Quickly pulling out a silver DESERT EAGLE .50, pointing it at the other bystanders.

SHADE

(Turning back to BYSTANDER #1) It had better still be here when I get back and that includes all parts (pushing harder) understand

SHADE let him go.

Landing on his ass.

BYSTANDER #1

Yeah I got it (trembling)

SHADE moved the gun back and forth at the other bystanders

SHADE

And that goes for the rest of you two (Looking at the hood. SHADE wipes the oily smudge from the hood)

SHADE puts the gun away and smiles

SHADE

It's been a pleasure (locking the car)

The BYSTANDERS quickly moved further down the street, away from SHADES car.

Inside the PAWNSHOP, items of various items hung on the wall, sat behind glass counters and cluttered the floor.

SHADE gave the man behind the counter a nod. He nodded back, reaching under the counter, pressing a button.

A glass case holding rare collectible knives started to separate. A hidden room appeared. SHADE stepped into a room filled with artifacts, diamonds, gold statues and other priceless objects worth over a million in the black-market trade.

Sitting behind a dark mahogany desk. A man in his early forties, not bad for his age, bald, scar under his left eye SANTOS is what he's known by.

SANTOS

Shade (smiling) welcome back (Columbian accent)

SHADE sat down across from him.

SHADE

Scarface, how's it going? (Sarcastically)

SANTOS

I'm not Italian (annoyed)

SHADE

(Lightly laughing) I know but with that scar, you look like a Scarface to me (smiling, chewing on gum)

SANTOS didn't agree. Digging in the drawer next to him, he pulled out a yellow envelope.

Tossing it to SHADE.

SANTOS

Here's your pay

SHADE picked up the envelope.

SANTOS

Good job on the lawyer, the employers very satisfied.

SHADE

Aren't they all (running her finger along the cash)

SANTOS

Happy with the pay

SHADE

Always (smiling) so, what's next? (Shoving the envelope in her jacket pocket)

SANTOS

Always eager to do another one

SHADE

I get bored easily

SANTOS

I know, but I have nothing for you to do. So why don't you take a vacation, go somewhere (waving his hands in the air) take a trip. I'll call you when something comes up

SHADE stared at him confused.

SANTOS grabbed a cigar and started lighting it. Puffing on one end with a match on the other.

SHADE stood up.

SHADE

Okay (disappointed) call me when something comes up, anything (waving her hand in the air)

SANTOS

You got it (puffing on the cigar)

Leaving SANTOS to enjoy his cigar. SHADE walked out from the back room. Passing through the PAWNSHOP and out the door.

BYSTANDERS were gone further down the sidewalk. Putting a smile on SHADE's face. Pressing the remote start.

SHADE hopped into her car and left.

CIA HEADQUARTERS

CHAMBERS returned to HEADQUARTERS.

Heading to his desk, CHAMBERS was then joined by JERRY.

JERRY

So did she find you? (Sitting down)

CHAMBERS

No (turning on his computer)

JERRY

Why not? What happened?

CHAMBERS

I didn't put it out there yet, that's why (Looking at him)

JERRY

Oh (picking up CHAMEBR'S stapler)

CHAMBERS watched him with amusement.

CHAMBERS

Isn't there something you should be doing?

JERRY

No…oh (snapping his fingers) Henderson wanted to see you, as soon as you got back.

CHAMBERS glared at him.

JERRY

I just remembered (leaving CHAMBERS office)

HENDERSON walked in. late sixties, definitely looked his age. Old with wrinkles and he always had a mean look on his face.

HENDERSON

Chambers

CHAMBERS quickly stood up.

CHAMBERS

Yes sir (reflex)

HENDERSON shut the door.

HENERSON

Sit (gesturing for CHAMBERS to sit)

CHAMBERS sat down, as did HENDERSON.

HENDERSON

Now then, I trust jerry didn't tell you I needed to see you right away

CHAMBERS

Oh…he did…but I was busy (stammering)

HENDERSON

Yes, so I heard. Looking for Shade, a ghost (not interested)

CHAMBERS

I know where she is

HENDERSON

Do you? Last time I checked, she wasn't even in the same country (annoyed)

CHAMBERS

I know but she's here in the city

HENDERSON

What makes you say that?

CHAMBERS

Because her Handler lives here in the city---

HENDERSON put his hand up, stopping CHAMBERS

HENDERSON

Yes, her Handler is here but she's not. The Handler gets in contact with her through calls or letters.

CHAMBERS

She killed a lawyer this morning

HENDERSON had bewildered look.

HENDERSON

This morning

CHAMBERS nodded his head.

HENDERSON

Why weren't we notified of her arrival through the airport? (Raising his voice) We control all of them

CHAMBERS

Apparently she came into the city another way

HENDERSON

What other way?

CHAMBERS

We don't know, sir

HENDERSON exhaled heavily. Standing up, HENDERSON began to pace.

CHAMBERS glanced at his watch.

HENDERSON

Chambers, why are you looking for her? What do you expect to gain from her?

CHAMBERS looked at him

CHAMBERS

I'm hoping she'll help me locate Kalian

HENDERSON turned his gaze onto CHAMBERS. Holding his hands behind his back. HENDERSON walked over to CHAMBERS

HENDERSON

You want Shade to help you find Kalian

CHAMBERS

Yes, sir. I do.

HENDERSON sat back down across from CHAMBERS

HENDERSON

Chambers, nobody knows this. So I don't want this information leaving the room under any circumstances, understood.

CHAMEBRS nodded his head, confused at what his BOSS was applying.

HENDERSON

This is very important that you don't tell another living soul

CHAMBERS

Yes, sir of course.

HENDERSON leaned forward in his chair, staring at CHAMBERS with dull, faded green eyes.

He showed a lot of wisdom over the past sixty years of his life.

HENDERSON

Shade wasn't always an assassin (sighing), she was one of my best operatives…

CHAMBERS was shocked and surprised, sitting back in his chair.

HENDERSON

(Cont'd.) She did things that the others would never consider doing. Shade took on Drug Cartels, the Mafia, and worlds most notorious Drug Lords and Crime Lords, even Crime families. (Sitting back) she challenged crooked politicians, terrorists and no one else you wouldn't image facing.

CHAMBERS

What happened? Why did she quit?

HENDERSON

She didn't quit. She was given a choice, leave the job or watch her father die on TV

CHAMBERS

Someone threatened her

HENDERSON

The one man that she feared the most out of everyone she's ever faced. This man left her for dead (shaking his head, as if to remember)

CHAMBERS

Who was he?

HENDERSON looked up at him with fear in his eyes.

HENDERSON

Kalian (whispering)

CHAMBERS didn't quite hear.

CHAMBERS

What? I didn't hear you sir

HENDERSON

Kalian (louder)

CHAMBERS went silent.

HENDERSON

That's why I never wanted you to pursue him, if he could make one of my top agents just up and quit then he is a man not worth going after.

CHAMBERS

Not even if he's trying to destroy the world with a nuclear weapon

HENDERSON stood up, walking to the door.

HENDERSON

The best thing to do, is pray that he doesn't

HENDERSON opened the door. JERRY fell forward. Jumping to his feet, he smiled nervously.

HENDERSON shook his head and left. JERRY quickly ran over to CHAMBERS desk

JERRY

Is everything he just said true? (Pointing)

CHAMBERS

You heard him that man doesn't lie.

JERRY

I know but, Shade a CIA operative. That's just really hard to believe (running his hand through his hair)

CHAMBERS

You think that's hard to believe. I still want to ask her for help

JERRY turned his gaze on CHAMBERS

JERRY

What are you crazy? She's not going to do it (shouting)

CHAMBERS stood up and walked over to the window. Over-looking the city.

SHADES APARTMENT

The car parked in the underground parking lot. SHADE was in her apartment. Putting her gun away in a secret storage area in her walk in closet.

SHADE stared at the collection of the guns hanging on the wall. Ranging from handguns to rifles in various shapes and sizes.

Closing the door. SHADE headed out of the closet and into the bedroom. Queen size bed in the middle against the wall, two nightstands, one dresser and a flat screen TV hanging on the wall.

SHADE walked over to the bathroom. Walk in shower in the corner, sink on one side, toilet in the corner behind a wall and a large tub big enough to fit a grown man. The kind you sink into and never want to leave.

SHADE turned on the shower. Taking off her clothes, SHADE stepped under the warm, hot, inviting water. It felt more like a waterfall, gently streaming down her body.





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