waking up on the floor in a room with no furniture--i walk into the next room--no furniture--outside, the yard seems to be extraordinary--green grass, gravel walkways, and healthy trees for great distances--the sun filters down to the ground in a reassuring way--i don't have anything to do, nor do i feel the need to do anything--so i sit under one of the trees.
a car drives through the yard and parks--i am far enough away from the house that i feel that the driver will not notice me--a blonde woman hurries through the door in a haphazard way--i am nervous--she exits just as abruptly as she arrived--i wait a few minutes and then cautiously re-enter the house--i'm not sure what i'll find, why i'm looking, or why it seems very dangerous to do what i'm doing.
tip-toeing on the carpet--nothing seems to have changed--wait--i find an undiscovered room with a desk and a computer--my heart jumps at the slamming of a car door--like a child, i hide under the desk.
the woman is crying and pacing--she mutters to herself--then she talks to me--i feel semisafe but keep words to a minimum--she invites me to go on a car ride with her and i accept--we walk out the door and are almost to the car when she pauses like something was forgotten--back inside she leads me to a radiator and motions to it--i don't understand--she gives me a look of exasperation and digs some white powder out from underneath--she scoops it into a napkin and gives it to me.
at this exact moment--the door is kicked open and several men are yelling--in the second that i had my attention diverted--the woman disappeared like a specter--i hide under the desk and really hope these screaming brutes are as dumb as they sound--they aren't.
a bald man with a thick moustache kicks me and shoves a gun against my skull--he lets me know that my 'mission' has been canceled by a higher ranking officer--i hand him the napkin and he seems to lighten up--he even half-smiles and offers brief encouragement--i tell him that there is a computer that i need to confiscate--he nods and i tuck it under my arm while demanding his car keys--i seem to be in a sudden position of power--these men were sent simply to inform me.
elsewhere, i am sitting on a couch--watching this scene play out as the introduction to a televised police drama--the intro credits roll--my name is placed last--as a special guest star.
continuation at the point of the entrance--now i see the men methodically surrounded the house--a horrific burst of shouting and gun pointing follows--i am found--cut to me in a helicopter over a city--the voice-over tells of an impending terrorist attack--nobody knows where, when, or how--but it is my job to secure this city. i tell the aircraft to stop at a beach on the edge of town--cliche cop intuition guides me--an image of a shark jumping out of the water plays in slow motion.
i am driving a squad car as fast as it will go--i am on unfamiliar roads but i know exactly where i'm going--the scenery shifts from a sparse beach to an urban sprawl--buildings assault the skyline--i jump out of the car with the notebook computer tucked neatly under an arm--i stand in a moment of glory as the car explodes against a building--another slow motion shot of me walking while the explosion happens in the background.
a shot of me booting the laptop--hurriedly typing--some web pages in the history are displayed--i find some emails detailing a meetup that is happening today--the day of the impending attack--heroic music plays--more pointless slow motion.
i squeal the brakes of an unmarked government car in front a brick building with broken windows--walking past some men while a radio blares--short cut of some guys doing wildstyle graffiti--inside there is one large room with some cameras trained on two human exaggerations having sex--a man sitting in a chair yells--nothing happens--i give him the napkin full of white powder and he gives me a piece of paper.
back in the helicopter--no land in sight--close up shot of a dozen sharks jumping out of the water--a feeling of completion
wake up
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