Sentinels: Nightmare File
|Sentinels: Nightmare File|
|Date of Cutscene:||29 June 2019|
|Location:||New York City|
|Cast of Characters:||Frank Quaid, Bastion|
Four tactical response officers escort Sebastion to his cell and close him in.
In the cell sergeant's office, Frank is talking with the tactical response team lead, Carmichael, and the cell sergeant Smith-Jacobson, a 50 year-old woman with almost 30 years in the NYPD, and Elaina Bever.
"You're authorizing armed guards? He's that dangerous?" Smith-Jacboson asks Frank.
"He is. There will be two tactical response members with carbines with sightlines on that door 24/7. The exits and the building stay guarded," Frank says.
"This is intense, boss. If he calls Sentinels..." Carmichael says.
"I know. Get on the phone to the Guard, tell them our threat level is high and we may need to call for support against Sentinels," Frank replies.
"The brass are going to lose their minds," Elaina says, standing with her arms crossed under her bust. "This is deep, Frank. Scary deep. Hacked military tech, accusing Trask of basically conspiring against the military... And then the body parts thing. How much of what he's saying is true?"
"I don't know," Frank says. "Get someone on finding out if there are any mangled bodies found recently. He said the body was found. Find out what's missing from the body. Get people on corroborating everything we can. Get one of our people to transcribe the video, don't wait for the morning. Then get a copy on the Deputy's desk ASAP. Put Prakash in charge. And get three copies of the video on USB."
Smith-Jacobson turns to her computer and starts copying the video to USB.
"Prakash?" Elaina says, startled. "What am I going to be doing?"
Frank accepts the USB drives from Smith-Jacboson and hands Elaina one. "You're gonna go home right now, get Trevor out of bed, and go to Chicago. Turn your cells off, get cash before you go, don't stop, don't phone anyone, nothing. You go to Argyle & Argyle, you get this to them, and tell them they check in with us four every week. If they can't reach us, this goes to every major media outlet anywhere. Pay them whatever, I'll pay you back. As soon as it's done, you call me."
"Frank, you don't seriously think..." Elaina starts.
Carmichael and Smith-Jacobson look grim. So does Frank.
"I don't know, and I'm not finding out at the wrong end of a CIA black team," Frank replies. "Beirut rules from here out."
Frank hands a second USB to Carmichael. "You get spelled off. In the morning go get yourself a safety deposit box. Don't tell me where. Put the key in an envelope with the bank address. Duct tape it to the bottom of the bottom of the second pew from the back on the right at the big church in Bushwick."
Frank glances between all three officers. "From now on, record everything. Notes, audio. Especially if it's someone giving you orders. Even me. Watch your backs."
The group splits up. Frank goes and gets his firearm back, then heads to his truck in the Counterterrorism Bureau underground. He climbs in and closes the door. Frank grips the steering wheel with both hands.
The interior light goes out. Then come the shakes and the silent tears.
When it passes, Frank wipes his face with the back of his hand and breathes deeply.
"I'm in so far over my head," Frank says to himself as he climbs back out of the truck and heads to his office.