THE BLACK HOUSE - PAGE 21

Cuz sometimes I write about writing. And sometimes I write. Here's a tiny piece of the latter.


• INT. BLACK HOUSE - OPS ROOM - DAY
  
• Mission control. Big screens and monitors. A couple of rows of computer stations and CONTROL OFFICERS. All overseen by JENNIFER VAN RIJN (mid-thirties, hair tied up in a loose pony tail that says she’s been on duty too damn long, dressed in gear similar to Mister Jordan’s).
  
• JENNIFER
  
• Get the remote viewer and see if she can lock onto his aura.
  
• (dumps her head into her palm)
  
• Ohmigod, did I just say “aura?”
  
• Ben enters, flanked by Mister Jordan and a curious Danni.
  
• BEN
  
• What have we got, Jennifer?
  
• JENNIFER
  
• What you have is a trained, former CIA officer talking like some kind of new age conspiracy nut and rediscovering her sense of self-loathing. Thanks for that, by the way.
  
• (gestures to the monitors)
  
• What I have is Sayf al-Haque. One of our cats spotted him at a truck stop near Minneapolis-St.Paul about ten minutes ago.
  
• Danni steps toward Mister Jordan, who keeps his eye on the situation monitors.
  
• DANNI
  
• (whispers to Jordan)
  
• She said cats. That’s not, like, an acronym is it?
  
• Mister Jordan shakes his head, though with a disdainful sneer.