(Warren once again keeps me on my toes.)
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EXT. ISHNU - NIGHT
Martel leads the patrol. Small lights, moving slowly through the woods. He indicates a few directions; his crew fans out a bit.
In the distance, something howls. CLOSE on Na'feel, who stops to listen for one moment, and Dulann, solid-faced and typically Minbari. They move. Silently. You almost don't even know they're there. Everything is quiet until -
CLOSE ON MARTEL - a PPG shot from the underbrush, nearly grazing his ear. He reacts quickly, finding the source of the problem laying on the ground. Covered in dirt, mud, and blood, the thing screeches, high-pitched and human. It's only then that we - and Martel - realize the thing is human. It's Henderson.
HENDERSON (snarling)
You goddamned -
Martel clamps a hand over Henderson's mouth. She fights well, for a person who is bleeding in fifteen places. Her eyes open, and she screams into Martel's hand.
The others, who heard the commotion, come running - first Dulann, who carries the Ranger cloak we saw before, bloodstained and rent.
DULANN
We found this.
Martel looks up, sees the bloodstained cloak with shock-filled eyes. He looks back down at Henderson.
MARTEL
Earthforce?
HENDERSON
Y- yes- get outta here, get outta here, before, before-
MARTEL
Na'feel, get her to the Liandra.
Na'feel moves forward when - there's a sound - like the middle of a tornado - gathering - all around them -
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Channe, the next JMS, who lives for the One and dies for the chocolate cheesecake
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OnlineDude: I suppose now would not be the time to bring up the old one about the starlet who was so new to Hollywood she slept with the writer...
JMS: But that was only because she heard that in Hollywood, *everyone* screws the writer.
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