PARKING GARAGE RAMP
Ben and Riley slow to a trot, and Morgan finally catches up to them.
Good! With three of us, we should corner him. I’ll slip behind him from the exit here. On my signal, you two charge him from the front.
They split up to their designated positions.
RILEY AND MORGAN
stop at the entrance and look back. Morgan motions for Riley to stay and goes out to peer around the corner.
The black pickup rests by the curb. Rance is just entering the vehicle and fires up the engine.
Morgan sees Ben burst out of the exit and make for the tailgate of the truck. Morgan steps out to break into a run, but trips and falls, entangling Riley’s legs and bringing him down too.
EXT. BEN AND THE TRUCK
The truck revs and slams into gear. Ben pours it on and just manages to hook his hands onto the tailgate.
The truck fishtails out into traffic with Ben clinging on. He manages to get his feet on the bumper, and with a heave, catapults himself over the tailgate and into the truck-bed.
Traffic, stopped at a light, forces Rance to slam on the brakes, which slams Ben feet first into the cab. As Ben looks up he catches a glimpse of the close-cropped Rance. A tatoo of twin SS lightning bolts graces the back of his neck.
Ben casts about the truck-bed and comes up with a sharp sliver of metal. He hangs over the side and punctures first one rear tire, then the other. As the tires flatten and settle on their rims, Ben hops down and runs forward, just as the light changes and Rance begins to move.
Ben hears a low HISS, and is shocked to see the tires re-inflate, and the door handle he was about to grab, slips from his grasp, as the pickup roars away.
Riley and Morgan join Ben.
Did you see that?
Who was that guy?
You’re beginning to sound like me.
I don’t know. But I’m going to find out.
INT. FBI HEADQUARTERS – AGENT SADUSKY’S OFFICE – DAY
AGENT SADUSKY reclines in his chair with his feet elevated on his desk, a wet paper towel draped over his eyes. Ben arrives at the open door and knocks politely. Sadusky swings his feet to the floor and removes the towel.
Rough day on the job?
Just doing my impression of blind justice. What to you want, Gates? You here to confess?
Confess to what?
What you did with all that treasure, of course.
I told you all I know. And you know I didn’t take anything.
Well, come in and take a load off.
(Ben seats himself)
Just so you know, I’ve run out of suspects so I’m going back through my list and checking it twice, and you’re pretty close to the top in the naughty department.
Bring it on, I’ve nothing to hide.
So what are you here for?
I want to report some strange goings-on.
If this is some UFO sighting, you’ve got the wrong department.
No, this is a KGC sighting. Have you ever heard of the Knights of the Golden Circle?
Okay, I’ve heard of them. Aren’t they some defunct Southern group?
Yes. But I’m beginning to wonder if it might have resurrected itself. Some friends and I were checking out leads to a buried treasure in the Smoky Mountains and were assaulted by men in helicopters. And one of them followed us here to D.C.
In a helicopter?
No, a pickup. And one that was decked out with re-inflatable tires.
Impressive. What connects these incidents to the KGC.
The treasures are purported to have been buried by them. And if it were still around they would understandably be interested in protecting their caches.
Sadusky turns around to his computer terminal and starts a query.
It says here that some of our agents out west are tasked with keeping a watch on some neo-Nazi types going by that acronym.(he types some more)
I’ll report your sighting to them.
Neo-Nazi fits. I got a look at one of our assailants. He had an SS tattoo on his neck.
I’ll keep an eye out. In any event I’ll be calling.