Post by fenris on Nov 11, 2006 16:25:19 GMT
This is rapidly becoming my own personal Vietnam. I'd originally intended to have the Rachel McBain storyline dealt with in a single episode, but then I decided to turn it into a two-parter, and now - despite my best efforts to haul in the reins - the damn thing has merrily run off and become a three parter! 'Sigh.' Therefore, as this is now the middle episode in what has become 'the Rachel arc', there's more emphasis on plot development and the relationships between the characters than there is on action.
As always, any feedback is gratefully received. Please be advised that this episode contains scenes of an adult nature.
Episode #11: Arranging the Deckchairs.
Previously on Hex: brief clips from Episode#10 – Leon saying “four of the five McBain descendants who Peggy located for us have been reported as being abducted.”; Jo saying to Corvide “I was wondering when Rachel would make her move.”; Rachel looking through the bars and saying to Midge “How is Ella?”; Malachi reacting with shock to his aged reflection; Jo saying to Malachi “Part of your lifeforce was siphoned away while you were either an infant, or still in your mother’s womb/now it appears to be running out.”; Alex saying to Malachi “She’s always known where the missing part of your lifeforce was. It’s inside a girl called Amber Chase.”; Rachel lifting up Amber’s head with a riding crop and saying “Greetings Miss Chase.”; Rachel saying to Midge “Five female members of my niece’s bloodline, all of child-bearing age, are currently alive and well.” Midge responding “Me and the other girls..”; Kessel reporting to Rachel “Malachi has accepted your offer/he’s prepared to give you whatever you want.”; Thelma, Ella and Leon all getting into Leon’s car, while Thelma says “My source has never put us wrong before.”; Roxy sitting on Jo’s bed, gazing down sadly at her mobile phone, with Jo sitting next to her;
Perie saying into her mobile “I assume you want me to kill someone?”
Malachi and Alex are walking up a flight of bare concrete stairs. The walls on either side are featureless except for a coat of white paint.
“It’s all arranged?” Malachi snaps.
“They’ve e-mailed with the location. It’s a country estate, in the greenbelt.” Confirms Alex.
Malachi acknowledges this with a nod, as the two of them reach the door at the top of the stairs. Malachi opens it and steps through onto the large, flat rooftop of the London headquarters of the New Church. The door is actually located in one of the walls of a square raised area in the centre of the roof that serves as a helicopter pad. Malachi and Alex walk up a set of metal stairs onto the pad, and stand awaiting a helicopter that can be seen as a black speck heading towards the building, approaching through the cloud-dotted sky. The sun is beginning to set, but it’s still quite light. A strong breeze blows around the rooftop, causing Alex’s cream leather overcoat to flap slightly, and Malachi has to brush his greying hair out of his eyes. Another set of footsteps can be heard on the metal stairs, and Malachi looks round to see Shannon emerge into view. The dark-haired succubus is wearing tight black jeans with a chucky white leather belt, black Doc Martins, and a bright red short-sleeved top. Both her arms are bandaged from her fingertips to where they disappear into her sleeves. The skin on her face and neck is extensively pitted and scarred with hundreds of pockmarks, and a black patch covers her left eye. Malachi looks inquisitively at Alex.
“You said you wanted some muscle.” She says with a quiet smile.
“Will she be enough?” Asks Malachi as Shannon steps onto the pad and begins to walk towards them.
“Oh yes.” Purrs Alex. “The doctors say she’s back to full fitness. And she’s literally brimming over with violent rage looking for an outlet, which I thought would come in useful if anything does wrong today.”
Malachi considers this for a moment, then nods. A few seconds later Shannon joins them. The sleek black helicopter is getting nearer and louder, the harsh whine of it’s turbine engine and the slap of it’s rotors against the air making any further conversation impossible.
Cut to Malachi’s penthouse apartment, a couple of floors below. Jo is standing in the glass overhang, arms folded, gazing out at the view of the city. The setting sun is starting to dip under the horizon, and the sky to the west is a wonderful fiery red. Perie silently enters the room and walks to Jo’s side. As the faerie reaches the ex-teacher, the helicopter carrying Malachi, Alex and Shannon dips into view as it heads away from the building.
“Malachi told me he was going away to his retreat in the Highlands, to come to terms with his rapid aging.” Jo comments, watching the helicopter depart.
“And his true destination?” Asks Perie in her silky accent.
Still gazing at the helicopter, Jo unfolds her arms and holds her hand out towards the faerie, a small piece of folded paper held between her fingers. Perie takes it, unfolds it, and reads the contents.
“We used to lease helicopters whenever we had need of one,” explains Jo, nodding towards the departing aircraft, “but eventually Malachi threw a hissy fit and insisted we buy a small fleet of our own. But although he likes to think otherwise, they’re not his personal property, they belong to the New Church. And as I control the Church’s finances, it means I pay the pilots’ wages. And I’ve instructed them to inform me of every flight plan that they lodge. The location is a large country estate. Presumably Rachel’s current base of operations.”
By now, the fast moving helicopter has already dwindled to a dot in the sky, heading west. Raising her right arm, Jo indicates towards another helicopter - identical to the first except it is deep red in colour - that is approaching the building from a north easterly direction, it’s fuselage glinting as it catches some of the remaining sunlight.
“Your chariot awaits.” The ex-teacher announces. “It’ll put you down a few miles from the grounds of Rachel’s mansion.”
“And my objective?” Asks the faerie.
Jo turns and walks out of the overhang, into the main living area of Malachi’s apartment. She picks up a thin folder that is resting on the arm of the plush black leather sofa, and hands it to Perie, who has followed a few paces behind. The faerie opens the folder and carefully examines several photos contained within (note: due to the camera angle, we can’t see the photos clearly).
“We didn’t create this situation, but we can use it to our advantage by making sure that Ella and Malachi are kept distracted and out of the way.” Declares Jo. “I’ve promised Roxanne that I don’t intend to have Ella or Leon killed, and I keep my promises. So try to avoid damaging them too much if you possibly can. However, you must ensure that these individuals” the ex-teacher taps the top of the folder with her forefinger “do not leave that mansion alive.”
“Understood.” Confirms Perie, placing the photos back into the folder and closing it. “So, apart from the Anointed One and her lover, and these targets,” she waves the folder slightly “what are my instructions regarding anyone else in the vicinity?”
Jo smiles softly;
“I leave that entirely to your discretion… and imagination. Have fun.” The ex-teacher murmurs, as the crimson helicopter nears the building.
Opening titles.
Rachel’s country estate. It’s night. Rachel’s mansion bristles with infa-red security cameras placed high on the walls, while key areas – such as exterior doorways - are bathed in permanent spotlight, and security guards trudge back & forth on patrol. In the grounds further away from the house, motion sensors have been placed atop of metal poles strategically positioned so that every inch of the gardens are covered.
The camera cuts a public road running alongside a section of the high wall surrounding the estate. Ella and Thelma – the latter holding a toolbelt weighed down with various items loosely against her side - stand and watch as Leon reverses the Corsa right up against the stonework. Placing the toolbelt on the roof of the car, Thelma slips a thick, elasticated black headband over her hair and fits it around her head. A small, oblong-shaped torchlight is clipped to the headband, and Thelma tugs the band round slightly so that the torch is positioned in the centre of her forehead. She locates the switch at the side of the torch and tests it, turning the light on and off. Then the ghost clambers onto the bonnet of the Corsa, gets carefully to her feet, and once sure of her balance, she steps up onto the vehicle’s roof. The top of the stone wall is now only about three feet above her. Crouching down and picking up the toolbelt, she keeps hold of one end as she throws it over the top of the stone wall, so that it’s hanging down both sides. Letting the belt go, Thelma jumps up with arms outstretched, places both hands on top of the wall, and hauls herself up. As she straddles the wall, she glances back at Ella and Leon.
“Wish me luck.” The ghost murmurs.
“See you inside.” Ella declares with a nod, then she and Leon get back into the Corsa and after a couple of seconds the vehicle starts up and pulls away.
Moving into a sitting position on top of the wall, Thelma puts the toolbelt on, doing it up tightly around her waist. She gazes across at the mansion, a large dark shape resting on the landscape in the distance, several doorways and windows lit.
“I should have asked for an Action Man when I was a child.” The ghost muses, then she jumps down off the wall into the inky darkness of the estate grounds.
The camera remains fixed at the top of the wall. There’s a pause for a couple of seconds. Then we hear Thelma mutter to herself;
“Damn! Forgot to synchronise watches.”
Cut to Kessel, standing on the outer parameter of a vast open-air courtyard that’s flanked behind her and to the left by two wings of the mansion, and serves as a helicopter landing pad. Rachel’s personal helicopter sits to one side, allowing more than enough room for another two craft to land and take off comfortably. Wearing a brown leather mini-skirt, matching knee-high boots, black fishnet stockings, and a long-sleeved, low-cut cream top that shows off her abundant cleavage, Kessel watches as the helicopter containing Malachi, Alex and Shannon approaches, coming in low over the mansion’s gardens (we see a brief shot of Thelma, looking up at the aircraft as it passes overhead). As the helicopter nears the landing pad, Kessel holds a hand protectively over her eyes as the downwash from the rotors causes hundreds of minute particles of grit and dirt to fly about. The sleek black craft makes a textbook landing, a safe distance away from Rachel’s transport. As the pilot kills the power to the engines and the rotorblades start to slow, Malachi opens the door of the vehicle and steps out, Alex and Shannon at his heels. Kessel waits for them to walk over to her.
“Welcome.” The German girl declares with a fixed smile. “My mistress is expecting you. Please follow me.”
Turning, she opens a tall door of polished oak and leads them through into the mansion.
Cut to Thelma, making her way through the grounds, maintaining a brisk pace. We see one of the closed circuit cameras slowly sweeping over the area in which Thelma is walking, then cut to the CCTV control room inside the mansion, in which one of Rachel’s bodyguards is keeping watch over a bank of screens. We go into a close-up of the screen displaying the area where Thelma is, and of course she can’t be seen.
We cut back to the ghost as she nears the mansion itself. A bored-looking guard is slowly walking along a gravel path that runs parallel to the side of the building. Without even bothering to glance in his direction, Thelma crosses in front of the guard, passing just a couple of feet from him, but as she’s invisible he shows no reaction. As the guard continues on his patrol, Thelma makes her way alongside the mansion wall, eventually finding one of the large wrought iron framed windows that’s been left open, by just a couple of inches. She glances about to check whether any of the guards are near, then carefully pulls the window open further. It creaks quietly, but makes no other noise. Clambering up, Thelma hauls herself through the opening and enters the house, pausing only to close the window behind her before going to explore.
Cut to Kessel leading Malachi, Alex and Shannon though to the mansion’s sizable indoor swimming pool. Wearing a white bikini, Rachel is in the middle of a length, performing the backstroke. Reaching the end of the pool, she stops, glances over and sees that she has visitors, and makes her way over to the ladder.
“Good evening.” She says as she treads water. “I trust my home is to your liking?”
“I’ve seen worse.” Mutters Malachi, as Rachel makes a show of climbing the ladder, stepping into the poolside and pausing to dramatically shake her hair free of water.
“I’m glad it meets your approval.” Rachel remarks as the droplets continue to fall.
Kessel picks up a large, white fluffy towel and a matching robe from a table by the wall and walks towards her mistress. Taking the towel from her underling, Rachel starts to dry herself as Kessel takes up position alongside her, both women facing their guests.
“Time for the formalities.” Rachel declares. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Rachel McBain.”
Both Malachi and Alex’s eyes widen slightly, then a grin breaks out on Malachi’s face and a snort of laughter escapes him.
“You’re remarkably well preserved for someone who’s supposed to have died two and a half centuries ago.” He remarks with a cocky smile.
“And you look very old, considering you’re still a few months short of your sixth birthday.” Rachel counters, making the smile immediately vanish from his face. “What ails you, Malachi?”
“That’s my concern.” Malachi mutters guardedly. “Let’s just get this over with. You say you have the five remaining female descendents of…” He pauses as he remembers who he’s talking to: “your brother?”
“Indeed.” Confirms Rachel, handing the towel to Kessel, taking the robe in exchange and putting it on. “Would you like to see them?”
“We insist.” Declares Alex firmly.
Rachel looks at Alex curiously, as though she previously hadn’t noticed her.
“Of course.” The immortal purrs. “But first I must shower. Kessel will show you through to the Games Room, and provide you with any drinks or refreshments you require.”
She walks past Malachi, Alex and Shannon, pausing as she does so to run an appraising eye over Alex’s shapely form.
“Fire and steel.” Rachel remarks approvingly. “You must be quite a man, Malachi, to keep this fascinating creature in check.”
Then she breezes past them. Kessel motions Malachi, Alex and Shannon through another door.
End of Part One.
As always, any feedback is gratefully received. Please be advised that this episode contains scenes of an adult nature.
Episode #11: Arranging the Deckchairs.
Previously on Hex: brief clips from Episode#10 – Leon saying “four of the five McBain descendants who Peggy located for us have been reported as being abducted.”; Jo saying to Corvide “I was wondering when Rachel would make her move.”; Rachel looking through the bars and saying to Midge “How is Ella?”; Malachi reacting with shock to his aged reflection; Jo saying to Malachi “Part of your lifeforce was siphoned away while you were either an infant, or still in your mother’s womb/now it appears to be running out.”; Alex saying to Malachi “She’s always known where the missing part of your lifeforce was. It’s inside a girl called Amber Chase.”; Rachel lifting up Amber’s head with a riding crop and saying “Greetings Miss Chase.”; Rachel saying to Midge “Five female members of my niece’s bloodline, all of child-bearing age, are currently alive and well.” Midge responding “Me and the other girls..”; Kessel reporting to Rachel “Malachi has accepted your offer/he’s prepared to give you whatever you want.”; Thelma, Ella and Leon all getting into Leon’s car, while Thelma says “My source has never put us wrong before.”; Roxy sitting on Jo’s bed, gazing down sadly at her mobile phone, with Jo sitting next to her;
Perie saying into her mobile “I assume you want me to kill someone?”
Malachi and Alex are walking up a flight of bare concrete stairs. The walls on either side are featureless except for a coat of white paint.
“It’s all arranged?” Malachi snaps.
“They’ve e-mailed with the location. It’s a country estate, in the greenbelt.” Confirms Alex.
Malachi acknowledges this with a nod, as the two of them reach the door at the top of the stairs. Malachi opens it and steps through onto the large, flat rooftop of the London headquarters of the New Church. The door is actually located in one of the walls of a square raised area in the centre of the roof that serves as a helicopter pad. Malachi and Alex walk up a set of metal stairs onto the pad, and stand awaiting a helicopter that can be seen as a black speck heading towards the building, approaching through the cloud-dotted sky. The sun is beginning to set, but it’s still quite light. A strong breeze blows around the rooftop, causing Alex’s cream leather overcoat to flap slightly, and Malachi has to brush his greying hair out of his eyes. Another set of footsteps can be heard on the metal stairs, and Malachi looks round to see Shannon emerge into view. The dark-haired succubus is wearing tight black jeans with a chucky white leather belt, black Doc Martins, and a bright red short-sleeved top. Both her arms are bandaged from her fingertips to where they disappear into her sleeves. The skin on her face and neck is extensively pitted and scarred with hundreds of pockmarks, and a black patch covers her left eye. Malachi looks inquisitively at Alex.
“You said you wanted some muscle.” She says with a quiet smile.
“Will she be enough?” Asks Malachi as Shannon steps onto the pad and begins to walk towards them.
“Oh yes.” Purrs Alex. “The doctors say she’s back to full fitness. And she’s literally brimming over with violent rage looking for an outlet, which I thought would come in useful if anything does wrong today.”
Malachi considers this for a moment, then nods. A few seconds later Shannon joins them. The sleek black helicopter is getting nearer and louder, the harsh whine of it’s turbine engine and the slap of it’s rotors against the air making any further conversation impossible.
Cut to Malachi’s penthouse apartment, a couple of floors below. Jo is standing in the glass overhang, arms folded, gazing out at the view of the city. The setting sun is starting to dip under the horizon, and the sky to the west is a wonderful fiery red. Perie silently enters the room and walks to Jo’s side. As the faerie reaches the ex-teacher, the helicopter carrying Malachi, Alex and Shannon dips into view as it heads away from the building.
“Malachi told me he was going away to his retreat in the Highlands, to come to terms with his rapid aging.” Jo comments, watching the helicopter depart.
“And his true destination?” Asks Perie in her silky accent.
Still gazing at the helicopter, Jo unfolds her arms and holds her hand out towards the faerie, a small piece of folded paper held between her fingers. Perie takes it, unfolds it, and reads the contents.
“We used to lease helicopters whenever we had need of one,” explains Jo, nodding towards the departing aircraft, “but eventually Malachi threw a hissy fit and insisted we buy a small fleet of our own. But although he likes to think otherwise, they’re not his personal property, they belong to the New Church. And as I control the Church’s finances, it means I pay the pilots’ wages. And I’ve instructed them to inform me of every flight plan that they lodge. The location is a large country estate. Presumably Rachel’s current base of operations.”
By now, the fast moving helicopter has already dwindled to a dot in the sky, heading west. Raising her right arm, Jo indicates towards another helicopter - identical to the first except it is deep red in colour - that is approaching the building from a north easterly direction, it’s fuselage glinting as it catches some of the remaining sunlight.
“Your chariot awaits.” The ex-teacher announces. “It’ll put you down a few miles from the grounds of Rachel’s mansion.”
“And my objective?” Asks the faerie.
Jo turns and walks out of the overhang, into the main living area of Malachi’s apartment. She picks up a thin folder that is resting on the arm of the plush black leather sofa, and hands it to Perie, who has followed a few paces behind. The faerie opens the folder and carefully examines several photos contained within (note: due to the camera angle, we can’t see the photos clearly).
“We didn’t create this situation, but we can use it to our advantage by making sure that Ella and Malachi are kept distracted and out of the way.” Declares Jo. “I’ve promised Roxanne that I don’t intend to have Ella or Leon killed, and I keep my promises. So try to avoid damaging them too much if you possibly can. However, you must ensure that these individuals” the ex-teacher taps the top of the folder with her forefinger “do not leave that mansion alive.”
“Understood.” Confirms Perie, placing the photos back into the folder and closing it. “So, apart from the Anointed One and her lover, and these targets,” she waves the folder slightly “what are my instructions regarding anyone else in the vicinity?”
Jo smiles softly;
“I leave that entirely to your discretion… and imagination. Have fun.” The ex-teacher murmurs, as the crimson helicopter nears the building.
Opening titles.
Rachel’s country estate. It’s night. Rachel’s mansion bristles with infa-red security cameras placed high on the walls, while key areas – such as exterior doorways - are bathed in permanent spotlight, and security guards trudge back & forth on patrol. In the grounds further away from the house, motion sensors have been placed atop of metal poles strategically positioned so that every inch of the gardens are covered.
The camera cuts a public road running alongside a section of the high wall surrounding the estate. Ella and Thelma – the latter holding a toolbelt weighed down with various items loosely against her side - stand and watch as Leon reverses the Corsa right up against the stonework. Placing the toolbelt on the roof of the car, Thelma slips a thick, elasticated black headband over her hair and fits it around her head. A small, oblong-shaped torchlight is clipped to the headband, and Thelma tugs the band round slightly so that the torch is positioned in the centre of her forehead. She locates the switch at the side of the torch and tests it, turning the light on and off. Then the ghost clambers onto the bonnet of the Corsa, gets carefully to her feet, and once sure of her balance, she steps up onto the vehicle’s roof. The top of the stone wall is now only about three feet above her. Crouching down and picking up the toolbelt, she keeps hold of one end as she throws it over the top of the stone wall, so that it’s hanging down both sides. Letting the belt go, Thelma jumps up with arms outstretched, places both hands on top of the wall, and hauls herself up. As she straddles the wall, she glances back at Ella and Leon.
“Wish me luck.” The ghost murmurs.
“See you inside.” Ella declares with a nod, then she and Leon get back into the Corsa and after a couple of seconds the vehicle starts up and pulls away.
Moving into a sitting position on top of the wall, Thelma puts the toolbelt on, doing it up tightly around her waist. She gazes across at the mansion, a large dark shape resting on the landscape in the distance, several doorways and windows lit.
“I should have asked for an Action Man when I was a child.” The ghost muses, then she jumps down off the wall into the inky darkness of the estate grounds.
The camera remains fixed at the top of the wall. There’s a pause for a couple of seconds. Then we hear Thelma mutter to herself;
“Damn! Forgot to synchronise watches.”
Cut to Kessel, standing on the outer parameter of a vast open-air courtyard that’s flanked behind her and to the left by two wings of the mansion, and serves as a helicopter landing pad. Rachel’s personal helicopter sits to one side, allowing more than enough room for another two craft to land and take off comfortably. Wearing a brown leather mini-skirt, matching knee-high boots, black fishnet stockings, and a long-sleeved, low-cut cream top that shows off her abundant cleavage, Kessel watches as the helicopter containing Malachi, Alex and Shannon approaches, coming in low over the mansion’s gardens (we see a brief shot of Thelma, looking up at the aircraft as it passes overhead). As the helicopter nears the landing pad, Kessel holds a hand protectively over her eyes as the downwash from the rotors causes hundreds of minute particles of grit and dirt to fly about. The sleek black craft makes a textbook landing, a safe distance away from Rachel’s transport. As the pilot kills the power to the engines and the rotorblades start to slow, Malachi opens the door of the vehicle and steps out, Alex and Shannon at his heels. Kessel waits for them to walk over to her.
“Welcome.” The German girl declares with a fixed smile. “My mistress is expecting you. Please follow me.”
Turning, she opens a tall door of polished oak and leads them through into the mansion.
Cut to Thelma, making her way through the grounds, maintaining a brisk pace. We see one of the closed circuit cameras slowly sweeping over the area in which Thelma is walking, then cut to the CCTV control room inside the mansion, in which one of Rachel’s bodyguards is keeping watch over a bank of screens. We go into a close-up of the screen displaying the area where Thelma is, and of course she can’t be seen.
We cut back to the ghost as she nears the mansion itself. A bored-looking guard is slowly walking along a gravel path that runs parallel to the side of the building. Without even bothering to glance in his direction, Thelma crosses in front of the guard, passing just a couple of feet from him, but as she’s invisible he shows no reaction. As the guard continues on his patrol, Thelma makes her way alongside the mansion wall, eventually finding one of the large wrought iron framed windows that’s been left open, by just a couple of inches. She glances about to check whether any of the guards are near, then carefully pulls the window open further. It creaks quietly, but makes no other noise. Clambering up, Thelma hauls herself through the opening and enters the house, pausing only to close the window behind her before going to explore.
Cut to Kessel leading Malachi, Alex and Shannon though to the mansion’s sizable indoor swimming pool. Wearing a white bikini, Rachel is in the middle of a length, performing the backstroke. Reaching the end of the pool, she stops, glances over and sees that she has visitors, and makes her way over to the ladder.
“Good evening.” She says as she treads water. “I trust my home is to your liking?”
“I’ve seen worse.” Mutters Malachi, as Rachel makes a show of climbing the ladder, stepping into the poolside and pausing to dramatically shake her hair free of water.
“I’m glad it meets your approval.” Rachel remarks as the droplets continue to fall.
Kessel picks up a large, white fluffy towel and a matching robe from a table by the wall and walks towards her mistress. Taking the towel from her underling, Rachel starts to dry herself as Kessel takes up position alongside her, both women facing their guests.
“Time for the formalities.” Rachel declares. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Rachel McBain.”
Both Malachi and Alex’s eyes widen slightly, then a grin breaks out on Malachi’s face and a snort of laughter escapes him.
“You’re remarkably well preserved for someone who’s supposed to have died two and a half centuries ago.” He remarks with a cocky smile.
“And you look very old, considering you’re still a few months short of your sixth birthday.” Rachel counters, making the smile immediately vanish from his face. “What ails you, Malachi?”
“That’s my concern.” Malachi mutters guardedly. “Let’s just get this over with. You say you have the five remaining female descendents of…” He pauses as he remembers who he’s talking to: “your brother?”
“Indeed.” Confirms Rachel, handing the towel to Kessel, taking the robe in exchange and putting it on. “Would you like to see them?”
“We insist.” Declares Alex firmly.
Rachel looks at Alex curiously, as though she previously hadn’t noticed her.
“Of course.” The immortal purrs. “But first I must shower. Kessel will show you through to the Games Room, and provide you with any drinks or refreshments you require.”
She walks past Malachi, Alex and Shannon, pausing as she does so to run an appraising eye over Alex’s shapely form.
“Fire and steel.” Rachel remarks approvingly. “You must be quite a man, Malachi, to keep this fascinating creature in check.”
Then she breezes past them. Kessel motions Malachi, Alex and Shannon through another door.
End of Part One.