From script to novel. This is the first scene of my screenplay and my first attempt at writing in the third person.
The rooftop door swings open and Maxine Bradshaw walks across the gravel, suitcase in hand. She kneels down into the gravel, unfazed by the incredible heat. The very definition of discipline. Even the ponytail pulled through the back of her ball cap is at attention.
Maxine peers on the roof top’s edge. She can see the crowded hotel pool below. Children are cooling off in the water while their parents pretend to watch. She watches a group of teenage girls test the water, but they are too cute to get in. She keeps scanning the grounds below.
She checks her watch and counts down 5, 4, 3,…
A drone flies through the air drawing everyone’s attention to the sky.
The drone crashes to the ground. Next to some Wall Street types sitting at one of the patio tables. Maxine laughs at their lack of blending in. She adjusts her earpiece. She watches a teen walk up to retrieve the drone with security not far behind. Once he walks away, she can hear the men talking in her ear.
“You have something against swimming pools?” The less frantic guy asks. “Relax it was just some privileged kid with an overpriced toy.”
But his guest is obviously rattled. Maxine turns back to her suitcase and starts to unload her gear.
Tablet. Rifle. Silencer.
“Let’s get this over with already,” Maxine hears in her ear.
Maxine connects the silencer to the rifle and adjusts her scope. She peers over the rooftop again, this time fully armed. She taps her tablet to get one last look at her targets mugshots.
Yep, that’s him.
“You can really suck the smart out of a room,” she tosses her earpiece in the suitcase.
Maxine fires one shot and watches the frantic guy, arms flailing, as he falls back in the chair. She scans the scene looking for his partner. Kids are screaming. Parents are jumping into the pool to save them.
She fires again hitting her second target. He falls in the pool tainting the water with his blood. Maxine puts down her rifle.
She disappears from the roof before anyone thinks to look up.
Another job complete. She packs up, tears of her ball cap and walks through the door. She walks down the stairs and through the hotel with the same discipline as before, just like any pro in her line of work.
When she hits the lobby she spots the kid with the drone. His demeanor is just as professional. She walks past him and slips a hundred in his hand. As she walks out of the hotel she transforms into a frantic guest.
Because when in Rome…
Maxine blends into the chaotic crowd…