Script Arrives

(Script just finished writing a screenplay for a producer in NYC, he is on his way to deliver it and hopefully break into the business)

::Springfield, MA::
David awakens in his third floor apartment to the dreadful sound of his alarm clock buzzing. He rolls over and smacks the snooze button to turn it off. With one eye slightly open he notices the time; 10:30 "SHOOT! Oh man, i screwed up this time!" He quickly rushes out of bed, with little time for a shower. Throwing on cloths that should have been ironed. Shoving a cold pop-tart in his mouth he grabs his bag and flys out of the door. David sprints down the hall to the door marked STAIRS, and begins his three floor decent. Each step making him more and more exhausted.
Finally reaching the bottom floor he jumps into his car and head out on the road, toward New York City.

(A couple hours later)

::NYC::
Arriving in the big apple, Script looks toward his GPS for guidance in this unfamiliar city. He has been holding his bladder for quite some time and pulls over at the nearest gas station. He goes around back and does his business. When he is done Script walks into the convenience store and sees a television on in the corner, as he aimlessly walks around pretending to shop as he half-watches the News story on the recent Mutant Registration. Just then a couple of officers and one of those Stalker bots entered the store. It was too late for Script to turn him self invisible, they had already seen him. His palms started sweating but he tried keeping his cool. The officer starts to shout, "Nobody move! Were looking for a Mutant"! Script is breathing harder with ever passing moment. The Stalker bot is now slowly walking about the store, examining each isle. Time slowed down, or at least it seemed to. The officer makes more shouting demands. "Nobody is to move until we find the Mutie we're looking for." The Stalker bot was making its way around examining each individual person. Script had a decision to make, either turn himself in or make a run for it. Judging by the news program he just saw, outrunning them would be almost an impossible feat. The Officers got closer, scanning each person. Script was next, as soon as the Stalker unit rounded the corner, he knew it was do or die.
Just then, a glass shattered somewhere in the back of the store, and a man took off like a bat out of hell through the back door. Both officers and the Stalker bot followed him with out any hesitation. Scripts body felt numb, at that moment he knew he shouldn't be there, and there was no place he could go thats was safe. Feeling a bit flush David exits the store and heads to his car, he takes two steps toward it and sees the man that was running peeling out of the parking lot. "Sonofabitch!" Scripts first instant was to chase after him, but when he saw the Officials already on his tail, he second guessed it.
Now Script is stranded in New York City, miles away from his motel with no screenplay to deliver to to the producers.

(ooc: Closed)