EXT DECK OF THE SALVAGE SHIP
With a French frigate stationed off her port, denying her access to the sea, the salvage ship sits in the center of a circle of rubber dinghies manned by FRENCH SPECIAL OPS.
Ben rides the lift up and over to the deck. Riley and Ceci reach out to guide him in.
Sorry, Boss. There was nothing we could do.
A cadre of special ops have command of the wheelhouse. Ben looks around for Marguerite and finally sees her chained to the deck, looking disheveled.
(pointing to the CSS Gray Whale)
There’s your submarine, She rises.
Another team of French SAILORS swarm over the still dripping Confederate vessel.
Captain LeClerc lifts his mask.
Property of the French government, from now and to perpetuity.
Over the side and onto the deck strolls Agent Sadusky.
You’re one hard guy to catch.
I see you had help. So, who gets us?
Lucky me. I had my paperwork in first.
INT JET LINER – DAY
Ben and Riley, shackled and with two GUARDS apiece are escorted through the front hatch into the first class area. Two more GUARDS follow with their luggage. Their guards halt at the last two seats in first class and motion for them to sit down. Those with the luggage pile it in the seats across the aisle. Ben sneaks a peek through the curtain at economy class.
(whispers to Riley)
The plane’s empty!
Sadusky stops at the hatch, signals to the pilots, enters and secures the hatch himself. All smiles, he takes a seat, and the plane starts to move.
Well, boys, ready for a little trip?
(jerks his head at the coach area)
We’re doomed. This can’t be happening.
What gives, Sadusky?
Maybe, no “watchers” is the better word. This has all been for their benefit.
(to the guards)
Go ahead take off their restraints.
The guards move quickly to comply.
Where you taking us?
Check your e-mail lately?
No. Have you been reading mine?
Sadusky nods to one of the guards, who hands Riley’s laptop to Ben.
Ben logs in and a message is waiting for him from Abby:
Dearest – just a quick note – here’s the rest of the decryption. Lon talks about a cave in New Mexico and a gigantic vault. I’ve run into someone who is familiar with the area and has volunteered to take me there. Her name is Mrs. Slidell–
Ben grimaces and reads on.
ABIGAIL (V.O.) (CONT’D)
So, give Riley my love. You know you have mine already, but I send it again anyway. See you soon.
This was two days ago.
No further news – we lost her.
You were following her?
No. An asset from another agency down there spotted her and phoned it in. When he learned of our interest, he kept a eye out. They whisked her away right from under his nose.
Any leads at all?
No, I was hoping you might.
Ben opens the e-mail attachment.