~ two

The many sirens now ...

Alley - Looking in the mirror with concern, "Um.  Guys ?  I don't think I can lose this many, they're converging from like everywhere.  I mean this ... "

Geneva - "Of course not.  But can you still get us there ?"

Alley - "Um.  Yesss ... "  Concerned.  "But I need to calculate another route and that's really hard to do right now and Did you really need to shoot that fucking cop !?"

Geneva and Mary - "Yes."

Geneva - "We need them.  Get us through and you'll come out a hero, and a potential asset, get caught and I do.  I'll deal with the cop."  Smiles, "Fun game."

Mary - "She's going to tangle their jurisdictional protocols and then use them for fodder ... God you're such a fucking Geneva."  To Alley, "Here, I'll work the nav-comp and tell you what I'm looking at."

Geneva - "You knew my predecessor ?"

Mary - "Yeah.  I knew your predecessor."

Alley - "She shot him you know.  That's how they do.  We need them to think we're going somewhere we're not.  At least they won't likely guess it's a fucking prison colony."

Geneva - "And he shot his.  Do you want to know why ?"

...

Mary - Looks back from the maps, "Kinda."

Alley - "Actually yeah."

Geneva - "Then you never will."

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Alley - "Oh my God you're just like her you know, Marylin.  Still won't tell me which one you turned, always with the plans ... "

Mary - "Harsh."

Parasol - "I know the reason why."

She looks up from her game to Geneva.  "It's to sever their last attachment to humanity.  They train for years with their predecessor, even grow to love them, while removed from the rest of the world entirely, allowed to know no one else. 

"They become their only support, their only family."

Mary - "So they have to kill them.  'Humanity' ... "  In an exaggerated Shakespearean voice, "Lo the ironies ... "

Alley - The same mocking voice, " ... and the tragedies ... "

Mary - For some reason switching to Nixon, shaking her face." ... of the Genevaaa ... "

Parasol - "It's worse than that.  It becomes like a trigger.  One day they flip and all of a sudden, they have to kill what they love."

Geneva looks up at her and sees Nunya.

Nunya - "There aren't a lot of seats in this thing."

Parasol looks back down and plays away, the rest drive on with us wondering how much was even said.  Sirens pursue but silent, more flashing lights through other tunnels converging around them and ahead like it's fucking Christmas.
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Geneva - "You're wrong about me you know.  About us.  The reason why every Geneva kills their predecessor is because their predecessor always goes wrong. 

"They get older, more selfish with death creeping nearer, worn down by old secrets, bitterness at the nothing they have to show for the everything they've done."

She looks at Parasol gaming, unnoticed.  "All the love we sacrificed."  

She looks back up, "Then one day.  Inevitably.  They turn.  They make the biggest mistake of all, they take sides.  Political agendas and philosophies stemmed from all those dogs of war, trying to silence the barking at the shadows of their past in the night."

"And yet always in some way which happens to use all those connections they made to make themselves rich.  When the small and most selfish things start becoming more important that the mission.  When it all stops being, 'just a job'."

She watches Parasol play a moment as though waiting for a response that doesn't come.

"I think this may be my last."

...

"The thing about cops is ... you can look up their file after the fact and they'll always come up dirty.  Murder in the streets for race.  Raping of prostitutes, beatings in cells.  Selling guns from the evidence right back onto the streets.

"I looked that one up to make you feel better.  Don't worry about it.  Wife moves on with his pension to I pray better decisions, his children go unbeaten.  I pray."
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While security throughout the prison city are scrambled in a panic, the guards at the visitor gate look up to see the truck accelerating instead of slowing down.

Through the credits as the patient and beast fight through to meet in the town center, it's a fucking tin badge slaughterhouse as the beast tears open the cells again.

While the streets of the cities pour vampire, the last of the non getting wiped in pools, police and guard overwhelmed.  

He walks the prison streets, destroying all in his path but prisoner, she crashes their vehicles and runs them down before stepping out shooting.  They meet at the fountain, the chaos of prisoners, the chaos of vampires elsewhere else, they stare.