A 1-ACT PLAY: "THE DIVINE HUSTLE"
SETTING: AN UNDERGROUND OFFICE, BROOKLYN BASE
CHARACTERS:
KIRSTEN: A high-ranking Illuminati handler. Sharp, expensive suit. Smells like vanilla and cocaine.
BRAD: A new 'bee'. Nervous. Smells like cheap coffee and panic.
[KIRSTEN sits behind a desk made of polished obsidian. She is shredding a document that looks suspiciously like a peace treaty.]
KIRSTEN: You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Brad. Don't worry. We own the ghosts. We have the mortgage on the afterlife.
BRAD: I—I saw the Dragon agent in Prague. The one we were supposed to... frame. He wasn't even human, Kirsten. He was just a swarm of insects in a trench coat.
KIRSTEN: (Laughs) Welcome to the Secret World, kid. It’s all a hustle. The Templars pray to a god who isn't home, and the Dragon dances to a song nobody wrote. But we? We follow the money. Because money is just data, and data is the only thing that survives the end of an Age.
"Sex, Drugs, and Rockefeller. It’s not just a slogan; it’s a business plan for the apocalypse."
[KIRSTEN slides a gold-plated Glock across the desk.]
KIRSTEN: Now, go back to the Labyrinth. There’s a Phoenician in a purple scarf at the bar. Kill him, buy him a drink, or sleep with him. I don't care which. Just make sure his ledger is empty by morning.
[EXIT BRAD, STUMBLING. KIRSTEN LIGHTS A CIGARETTE WITH A BURNING $100 BILL.]