Story by CN Winters
Written by CN Winters
Directed and Produced by CN Winters
Sound by CSR
Edited by DragonWriter17 and Angie Wilson
Art Direction by CN Winters and Robert Kidman
Artists Ė CN Winters, Zahir al Daoud, Sway, Sarah, Humaira, Robert Kidman, Chantal and Elif
Giles Apartment Ė Evening
June 3rd, 2005
Becca walked into the doorway of the living room to see Giles sitting on their sofa with a bundled blanket in his arms. She smiled gently, and with soft footsteps she made her way over.
"If you keep holding her all the time, youíre going to spoil her," she warned playfully.
"I intend to," he said softly before looking back down at his daughter who lay snuggled up in his arm. "Itís amazing," he said as he continued to watch her sleep.
"Whatís amazing?" Becca asked as she took a seat next to him.
"Her, youÖus," Giles said as he turned to Becca with a warm smile. "If someone had told me two years ago Iíd be sitting here with Elizabeth in my arms, I would have said they were crazy. Now look at me," he said with a grin.
"Yeah, youíre quite the mushball," Becca teased. "But youíre my mushball," she added as she gave him a light kiss on the cheek before resting her head on his shoulder.
"Iíve been thinkingÖ"
"About?" Becca prodded when he didnít add more.
Giles hesitated at first. "Iíd like to move somewhere else. Get a large place perhaps. Maybe evenÖmaybe leave the Council."
Beccaís head shot up, and she looked to Giles. "Are you serious?"
"Quite," he answered and then looked down at his sleeping daughter again. "This job is dangerous, and Iím not getting any younger."
"True," Becca agreed.
"I already missed her birth," Giles continued, "and I want to enjoy as many years and as many things as I can with the two of youÖIím not sure I can do both."
"Rupert, I-I donít know what to say," Becca answered. "Iíd be lying if I said I was disappointed with your decision butÖthis is a bit sudden, isnít it?"
"Well, itís not as if Iíll pack our bags and be gone next week. Preparations would need to be made, of course, another person put in charge of the Council and so on. ButÖI think itís time. What do you think?"
Becca seemed to consider her response. "Iíd love to get you out of harmís way, you know that. But I also want you to be happy. I know being a watcher is what you are, not just what you do."
"Iím a husband and father now too," he countered. "That makes a difference."
Becca paused. "Do you think you can handle retirement?"
Giles shrugged. "I wonít know until I try," he answered.
"Well," Becca began, "you have my full support whatever you decide. I just donít want everyone here thinking Iím Yoko."
Giles smiled. "Iíll be sure to tell them it was my idea and mine alone."
Becca nodded, and they both went back to watching their daughter quietly.
Iraq Ė US Army Barracks Ė Early Morning
It was dark outside as two men in desert camouflage stood outside of makeshift barracks. One man with the name Long on his breast pocket was showing another man Davis photos from his wallet.
"Thatís Nora, and thatís Robert Jr.," Long said, pointing as he smiled at the photo.
"You said he was three?" Davis asked. "Heís a big boy."
"Yeah, heís gonna be a linebacker for the Jets someday," he said proudly.
Suddenly a rumbling that shook the ground brought their conversation to a halt.
"What the hell was that?" Long asked. "Insurgent fire?"
"No type of fire I ever heard," Davis said, checking his M-16. "Letís go see."
They both ran to the corner of the tent and peered around carefully only to find it vacant.
"Whereís Hutch and Darby?" Long asked.
Another rumbling shook the ground, and the sound of a manís screams filled the air. The two soldiers quickly raced to the next corner to see one soldier being dragged under the sand while the other one tried to hold on.
"Donít let me go!" the man slipping under the surface yelled as the other hung on desperately. The free man lost his grasp, however, and his friend slipped below the surface.
Long and Davis rushed forward to help.
"What happened?" Davis asked as they made their way over.
The third solider turned to reply when a serpent-like creature rose out of the sand and swallowed him before it ducked back under the ground.
Long and Davis froze and looked at each other in disbelief.
"Did you see that? What was it?" Long asked quickly.
"Iím not sticking around to find out," Davis answered as he nodded behind him.
The two men broke into a run as the rumbling started again, only this time it was louder. Long ran for all he was worth and jumped up onto a Hummer, hanging onto it for dear life. Sweating and shaking, he looked behind him, but Davis was nowhere to be found.
"Davis?" he yelled out. Not getting a response, he yelled again but more urgently. "Davis!"
The only sound heard was the whistle of the wind that whipped through the darkness.
End of Teaser
Onto Act One