10|EL Cleans Slate

by **krzy** Sat Sep 16, 2017 10:16 pm

Smash cut to Xander Slate in his hotel room, not in bed sleeping, but sitting on one of the chairs, eyes open and alert though a little red from the fatigue.

A quick pan around the room shows that Security Guards line the walls prepared to handle any intruders at the drop of a dime. Well, let’s be honest here, just one specific intruder.

Slate's eyes never leave the bed as if expecting 10|EL to appear in it at any moment, however unlikely that may be. The camera zooms out, and there’s a baseball bat lying across his lap.

He’s ready this time.

Slate’s head tilts to the side a little bit as fatigue overwhelms him. His eyes flutter, then soon close. A soft knock startles him awake. He springs to his feet and motions toward the guard who form a half-circle around the door ready to immediately swarm whomever dares step into this trap.

One of the guards opens the door and Russell Pontarelli stumbles into the room with his girlfriend of the night getting a piggyback ride.

Xander, what the hell is going on in here? You were supposed to meet us downstairs ten minutes ago.

Slate looks at his watch then shrugs.

Us?

Ponatrelli immediately drops the woman leaves the room.

We’re going to be late for Fusion. Let’s go!

One second.

Slate takes the baseball bat and slams it down hard on the bed, just in case. Satisfied, he drops the bat on the floor and follows Pontarelli into the hallway. There’s another cut to the parking lot of the arena, the two had a relatively uneventful ride to the building.

The tinted window separating the front and back part of the cabs slowly rolls down. Slate and Pontarelli find 10|EL looking back at them with a smile. He waves in a friendly manner, but the other two aren’t happy at all. In fact, Pontarelli shouts out, “I wish I hit you harder so you could never walk again, you son of a bitch!” which instantly turns 10|EL’s smile into a frown.

The dividing window rolls up, and before Slate and his protege can exit the vehicle, the locks shut with no way for them to open it.

There’s another cut now, as the cab pulls up to a car wash, and before Slate and Pontarelli can even protest what’s about to come, their individual windows roll down and into the car wash they go!

Once they’re out on the other side, clean and smelling amazing, 10|EL knocks on their window and is all smiles again. He puts on headband, ties his sneakers, and begins jogging off.