Making of a Terrorist

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: I feel goofy as can be wearing this outfit.

A quick description of what Jeremiah is wearing would be green with ping pong balls. A motion capture suit that goes from his head to his toes. He is surrounded by a number of Mexicans that are all dressed like Cholos.

The crowd of Mexicans parts to allow another person in a green motion capture suit.

JOHNNY MELANGE: I understand why you’re doing this, but why am I doing this with you?

Jeremiah just shrugs with a chuckle.

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Valora has her little charge, Abbigail. She gets to be in on the action now instead of being lied to. Besides, you helped me into this mess. You just don’t have a bomb in your head.

Quick to change the subject, Johnny points to the Wall.

JOHNNY MELANGE: Where are we putting these. What did you call them? Shaped charges? What, do they look like bunnies or something?

Jeremiah motions to the Wall where a number of spots have a blinking red light.

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: They are shaped with a special shielding to be able to direct all of the force of the explosion in a certain direction.

JOHNNY MELANGE: Which will be at the Wall?

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: It’ll cut right through it.

Johnny looks around at the Mexicans hanging about, shaking his head.

JOHNNY MELANGE: I don’t like this, Jeremiah. What does any of this have to do with you and Brock getting ready for Davey-Boy and Kronin?

Jeremiah pokes a hole in the mask of the motion capture suit and takes a long drink of tequila. He passes the bottle with a shudder to Johnny, who matches every motion to take a drink.

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: It has nothing to do with getting ready for a match and everything to do with making Mudcock and them happy.

JOHNNY MELANGE: So then you won’t be getting ready to defend your tag team titles with Brock?

JEREMIAH VSTRIX: I don’t know that I’m welcome at their compound to actually be able to work with Abishag. Besides, he would just let me know over and over about how if I fail that he will crush me like the little insect that I am.

Jeremiah and Johnny share a laugh as the film director, Neil Wyatt, walks over to them.

NEIL WYATT: It’s great that you guys can stand around and get drunk on tequila, but we have a show to do and a deadline to get it finished in.

Jeremiah takes another swig of the tequila and nods. The humor had been drained from the area.

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Are you sure that this is really something that they want to have done? It seems...evil.

Neil pokes Jeremiah in the chest with a sneer before pointing out his own eye.

NEIL WYATT: Evil? Someone with a bomb in their skull should have a few less compunctions about doing evil things. Maybe I make a quick phone call and you decorate the Wall with your fucking brains!

Jeremiah rolls his eyes, clutching the bottle of tequila with white knuckles.

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Of course. I guess that I should just do what I’m told. Eh?

Neil just nods, bringing up a megaphone to his mouth.

NEIL WYATT: Everyone to their places!

Jeremiah and Johnny get to by the bombs where Jeremiah begins to check them while Johnny watches along with the other Mexicans.

NEIL WYATT: ACTION!

Jeremiah Vastrix begins pointing out the bomb placements.

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: These shaped charges have been proven to be able to cut through a wall this thick. They have been designed so that most of the explosive force will go through the wall instead of us on this side of the wall.

JOHNNY MELANGE: Wouldn’t this make you some kind of terrorist?

Jeremiah takes a swig of the tequila and passes the bottle to Johnny so that he can have a sip. They ignore the laughter from the assembled Mexicans watching this going on.

When Jeremiah realizes that this is a real question. He shakes his head.

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Abbigail. I am a Freedom Fighter. I am a representative of the people! A terrorist would blow this wall without regard of the people on the other side of the wall. I made sure that they are safe.

JOHNNY MELANGE: Should we still get back? How will these explode?

Jeremiah holds out a cell phone with a winning smile.

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: One text message and boom! Everyone back up!

Everyone around back up away from the wall while Jeremiah types in his message.

BOOM!

A large section of the wall explodes toward the Mexican side of things. Above the hole, an arch of remaining wall groans in protest, but settles into place. Mexicans from the other side begin walking through the hole while keeping watch for falling debris.

Jeremiah flips off the camera with both hands.

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Fuck you, Strumpet! Fuck you, Muddy Dick! We will not be imprisoned in our own fucking nation!

NEIL WYATT: CUT!

Jeremiah begins taking the motion capture suit off, grabbing the bottle of tequila from Johnny when he has the top half off so that he can drink from it.

Once both men have taken their suits off, Neil points out a limousine for them to board.

Once Jeremiah and Johnny are gone, the Mexicans dressed up as Cholos come to Neil.

NEIL WYATT: I expect you’ll be wanting payment. Got it.

A dozen power armor suits, only slightly large than normal humans, burst out of the ground. They train weapons on everyone, but Neil.

NEIL WYATT: Here’s your payment. FIRE!

In less than a minute, everyone hired here to work the movie with the exception of a cameraman and Neil are cut down in a storm of gunfire. Neil gets out his phone once the last shot is fired.

NEIL WYATT: We need a clean up and repair.