Drake
Where are you now??
Lynn
Okay, I’m about three feet from the tree now. I can hear them behind me.
Drake
We’re close as well. Making our way around the lake.
Lynn reaches the edge of the woods as gunfire and footsteps echo around her.
Grabbing the edge of a fallen tree, she pulls herself up onto the trunk and waves her hands.
Drake
I think I can see you.
Drake
Hang on, we’re coming.
Lynn
Hurry, Drake. They’re right behind me.
Lynn looks up from her phone to see Brad and Nate emerge from the woods.
They aim their guns at her.
Lynn turns her head from side to side, considering each of the boys.
Lynn
Nate, please. You don’t want to do this.
Brad
We’ve got you now, bitch.
Brad flashes Nate an irritated look.
Brad
Seriously? You’re telling me to wait?
Nate
Yes, because she’s right. We don’t want to shoot her.
Brad
What are you talking about?
Nate
If we shoot her now, then what happens with the rest of the party?
Brad
We all have our celebration. Then you and I spend what’s left of that cash.
Nate
If they were too excited about the hunt to follow the safety rules…
Nate
How do you think they’ll react when they’re robbed of the huge payoff?
Lynn notices that the men aren’t paying attention to her.
Slowly, she slides down the side of the tree trunk.
Nate
They might want their money back because they didn’t get their kill.
Brad
Good point. But if that’s the case – where are they?
Nate
I don’t know. They were supposed to be following us.
Brad
Idiots. Probably ran off again.
Brad
Hey! Where the hell do you think you’re going?
Footsteps echo from the woods off to their left.
Brad
Better late than never.
Both Brad and Nate tighten their holds on their guns.
Lynn
There’s still time to stop this.
Nate
I’m sorry, bae. You know too much.
Brad glances around at woods.
Brad
I think I hear our hunting party now.
Brad
Come on out, guys. We have her surrounded!
Dozens of FBI agents burst out from the trees.
Brad is close to the edge of the clearing. In three quick maneuvers, a nearby agent subdues him.
Stunned, Nate drops his gun and rushes toward Lynn.
Before she can react, he pulls her toward his chest.
Twisting her arm, he turns her body so she is between him and the FBI.
Nate
You’ll never take me alive!
Nate takes out a large hunting knife and places it against Lynn’s neck.
Drake emerges from the group, wearing an FBI jacket.
Nate
What the hell? Why are you wearing an FBI jacket?
Brad
Because he’s an agent, Nate. They’re all agents.
Brad
We’ve been duped, man.
Nate tightens the knife at Lynn’s throat.
Nate
If you take one more step, I’ll kill her.
Nate
You hear me? I’ll kill your sister, damn it!
Lynn
I’m not his goddamned sister.
Nate loosens his grip and stares at Lynn.
Lynn spins out of Nate’s hold. Grabbing his arm firmly, she launches his body backward, into the air…
And slams him, face-first, into the dirt.
Putting her knee in the center of his back, she wrestles the knife from his limp grasp.
Lynn
Somebody give me some cuffs!
Drake tosses her his handcuffs.
Lynn cuffs Nate and drags him to his feet.
Drake
Nice job, Agent Carlyle.
Lynn
Why thank you, Agent Garrison.
Nate
What the hell? You’re BOTH Feds?
Lynn hands Nate to two FBI agents.
He turns to look at Lynn over his shoulder.
Nate
You told me he was your brother!
Lynn
Yeah, and you told me I was going to your 21st birthday.
Lynn
But you had actually arranged for my murder.
As Nate is dragged away, Drake approaches Lynn.
He reaches his hand out toward her, but then rubs the back of his neck.
Drake
I can’t believe we finally got those guys – and after two years.
Drake
We owe this entire op to you, you know.
Drake
No seriously. You’re the one who volunteered to go undercover...
Drake
Even though I thought it was too dangerous.
Lynn
You always think my missions are too dangerous.
Drake
They are. You take too many risks.
Lynn
Risks are part of the job. You know that.
Drake
I don’t like how you keep tempting fate.
Lynn flashes him a coy grin and nudges his arm.
Lynn
Better watch that protective streak, big guy. Someone might think you care.
Drake
I do care, Lynn. I care a lot.
Lynn’s smile falters as the air electrifies between them.
For a long, heated moment they stand there, staring at each other.
Then Lynn averts her gaze and takes a step away from his touch.
Drake takes a step toward her and stops when she shows him her back.
Drake
Why won’t you give us a chance, Lynn?
Drake flexes his fingers in frustration.
Lynn
You can’t change who you are, Drake.
Lynn
And I can’t be the woman you want me to be.
Drake
I’m not asking you to change.
Lynn
No, you’re asking me to quit.
Lynn
Yeah, be safe behind a desk.
Lynn
I can’t take a desk job, Drake. It would kill me.
Drake
Staying in the field will kill you.
Drake
This time you got grazed. Next time…
Lynn
I’m not like her, you know. I’m not going to die like Diana.
Drake steels his jaw as several strong emotions pass through his features.
Lynn shakes her head and walks back towards the woods.
Defeated, Drake stuffs his hands into his pockets.
He slowly follows Lynn back to the cars in silence.
