FADE IN: DON (O.S.) (phone) So, how's civilian life been treating you Nick? NICK (O.S.) (phone) It could be better. INT. GCHQ HEADQUARTERS - DAY NICHOLAS "NICK" FLETCHER, (34) stands there and wears a Protection Command uniform. He holds a Glock 17. JONATHAN WILLIAMS, (32) motions to him. WILLIAMS Want to trade? Nick shrugs. NICK Sure, why not? WILLIAMS You nervous? Nick shrugs. NICK I don't see why I would be. WILLIAMS Bunch of the other guys said you was Army at one point. NICK Something like that. The two switch guns and magazines. Nick holds a P226. A live round sits in one of Nick's magazines. CUT TO: INT. GCHQ OFFICE - AFTERNOON NOONAN, (40) sits there and glares at Nick. A group of paintballed SAS operators sit there, with another being wheeled out in a stretcher. A tourniquet sits wrapped around his arm. NOONAN Paid leave for a month. We'll be conducting a full investigation. NICK Yes sir. Nick steps out. CUT TO: INT. NICK'S HOUSE - AFTERNOON Nick walks in with a sigh. He holds a suit jacket behind him. NATALIE FLETCHER, (20) holds a landline. NATALIE It's Ash. NICK Figured. Nick grabs the landline. Natalie gives a look of confusion to Nick. NATALIE Why do we even keep them around? Nick puts up a finger. NICK Hello? ASH (O.S.) (phone) I need your help. Nick stands at the phone. NICK I'll be there. He looks at Natalie. NICK (CONT’D) You and your mother want to go see the Grand Canyon? FADE TO BLACK.