Frozen Assets
In the biting cold of a Winnipeg winter, two retired operatives engage in a clandestine game of cat and mouse, guided by a glitching interface from a bygone era.
EXT. RICHARDSON BUILDING - DAY
A brutal, physical wind howls around a concrete corner. The sky is a lead-grey lid. Slush covers the sidewalk.
EDDIE (72), world-weary and bundled in a shapeless parka, stomps his boots. The sound is a dull thud. He's trying to feel his toes.
MARTHA (70s), wearing thick tortoise-shell glasses, leans against the building. She looks more like a librarian than a field agent. She scans the street, ignoring Eddie.
EDDIE
> He’s late.
MARTHA
> He’s not late. You’re just cold.
EDDIE
> I can be both.
MARTHA
> Check the feed.
Eddie blinks.
IN EDDIE'S POV - A pixelated green HUD, old Soviet-era tech, sputters to life over the grey intersection.
Text scrolls across his vision:
[SYSTEM ONLINE]
[SERVER CONNECTION: UNSTABLE]
[LOCAL TEMP: -33°C (FEELS LIKE -45°C)]
[STAMINA: 62% - DEBUFF: ARTHRITIC KNEE]
EDDIE
> (muttering)
> Server's lagging. Says connection unstable. Typical.
He wipes his nose with a rough, gloved hand.
MARTHA
> It’ll hold. Target approaching. Two minutes out. Northbound on Main.
The HUD in Eddie's eye flickers.
[QUEST UPDATE: INTERCEPT COURIER]
[REWARD: 500 PENSION CREDITS + TIER 2 INTEL]
[FAILURE PENALTY: UNKNOWN]
EDDIE
> (scoffs)
> Pension credits. I'm seventy-two, Martha. What am I going to do with credits? Buy a golden walker?
MARTHA
> Focus, Eddie. The Game doesn't care about your hips.
A figure, SUBJECT 9 (20s), emerges from the white haze. Heavy parka, hood up, hunched against the weather.
The HUD snaps a red box around him.
[TARGET IDENTIFIED: SUBJECT 9]
[LEVEL: 4 (JUNIOR ANALYST)]
[INVENTORY: SECURE SATCHEL]
EDDIE
> Got a visual. He's heading for the underground entrance.
A jolt of adrenaline cuts through Eddie's aches. His stamina bar ticks up a point.
MARTHA
> Cut him off at the TD Centre. Don't run. You'll slip.
Martha pushes off the wall. She moves with an efficient, energy-conserving grace, blending into a group of shivering office workers.
EDDIE
> I know how to walk on ice, Martha.
Eddie heads for a side entrance, flanking. The wind bites his cheeks. His HUD highlights a patch of black ice ahead.
[ENVIRONMENTAL HAZARD: BLACK ICE DETECTED]
He sidesteps it. A younger man isn't so lucky, slipping and spilling a steaming coffee. Eddie doesn't stop.
A timer appears on his HUD.
[INTERCEPT WINDOW: 00:45]
INT. TD CENTRE LOBBY - CONTINUOUS
Eddie pushes through heavy glass doors. A blast of heated air hits him. The smell of wet wool, floor wax, and coffee is overwhelming.
He unzips his parka. He taps his glasses.
IN EDDIE'S POV - The world turns into shades of blue and orange. The HUD reads: [MODE: THERMAL OVERLAY].
He scans the crowd moving toward the escalators leading to the underground walkway. He spots a glowing orange beacon: Subject 9, flushed and unzipping his own coat.
EDDIE
> (subvocalizing)
> I have eyes on.
MARTHA (V.O.)
> (over comms)
> I'm in position. Food court. He has to pass me to get to the elevators.
EDDIE
> (subvocalizing)
> Don't engage yet. He’s spooked.
Subject 9 nervously checks his watch. A total amateur.
Eddie adopts the "Invisible Senior" persona—shoulders slumped, shuffling step, mouth slightly agape. He merges into the flow of people.
His HUD flashes a warning.
[ALERT: PROXIMITY SCAN]
[UNKNOWN SIGNAL DETECTED]
Eddie stiffens.
EDDIE
> (subvocalizing)
> Martha. We have a third party.
MARTHA (V.O.)
> I see him. Suit. Earpiece. Not one of ours. Private sector?
EDDIE
> (subvocalizing)
> Merc.
THE MERCENARY (30s), sharp suit, expensive overcoat, moves with gym-rat arrogance. He tails Subject 9, closing the distance.
EDDIE
> (subvocalizing)
> He's going to grab him before the elevators. We lose the bonus if he gets intercepted.
MARTHA (V.O.)
> We lose the hope. That packet contains the funding codes for the safe house network. If we lose it, twenty agents go into the cold without a coat.
Eddie's HUD flashes again.
[ADRENALINE SURGE ACTIVE]
[STRENGTH: +10% TEMPORARY BUFF]
EDDIE
> (subvocalizing)
> I'm taking the merc.
MARTHA (V.O.)
> Eddie, he's half your age and twice your weight.
EDDIE
> (subvocalizing)
> He's got bad situational awareness. He's looking at the target, not the environment.
Eddie speeds up into a determined power walk, his arthritic knee protesting.
INT. UNDERGROUND FOOD COURT - CONTINUOUS
A cacophony of scraping chairs, sizzling fryers, and chatter. The air is thick with the smell of grease.
Subject 9 stops at a garbage bin. The Mercenary makes his move, reaching inside his coat.
Eddie doesn't hesitate. He lunges forward, feigning a trip, and collides hard with the Mercenary's side. He lets out a loud, pained yelp.
EDDIE
> Oh! My hip! Watch where you're going!
The Mercenary stumbles, crashing into a table. A tray clatters. Drinks spill. Chaos.
MERCENARY
> What the hell?
He tries to shove Eddie off, but Eddie clings to his lapels, playing the frail old man perfectly.
EDDIE
> You knocked me down! You young people, always rushing! Help! I think he broke my hip!
The crowd turns. Phones come out. Someone starts filming.
The Mercenary's face goes pale. He's burned. He shoves Eddie away, hard.
MERCENARY
> (hissing)
> Crazy old bat.
He turns and vanishes into the crowd.
Eddie lies on the linoleum, catching his breath. The fall wasn't entirely fake. A WOMAN in a nurse's uniform kneels beside him.
WOMAN
> Sir? Are you okay? Do you want me to call an ambulance?
EDDIE
> (wheezing)
> I'm... I'm fine. Just... shaken. Thank you, dear.
She helps him up. He looks toward the elevators. Subject 9 is gone.
EDDIE
> (subvocalizing)
> Martha?
MARTHA (V.O.)
> Got him. Bump pass completed near the fountain. I swapped the satchel. He’s carrying a bag full of old newspapers now.
Eddie dusts himself off, a grin spreading across his face.
EDDIE
> (subvocalizing)
> Packet secure?
MARTHA (V.O.)
> Secure. And Eddie?
EDDIE
> (subvocalizing)
> Yeah?
MARTHA (V.O.)
> Nice acting. A bit melodramatic, but effective.
EDDIE
> (subvocalizing)
> I think I pulled a glute.
MARTHA (V.O.)
> Walk it off. Meet me at the library. We need to upload.
EXT. DOWNTOWN STREET - LATER
Eddie steps back out onto the street. The cold hits him again, instant and merciless. But it feels different now. Bracing.
He looks up at the grey sky.
IN EDDIE'S POV - The HUD pulses with a warm, steady gold light.
[QUEST COMPLETE]
[REWARD DISPENSED: 500 PENSION CREDITS]
[NETWORK STATUS: STABLE]
He walks toward the library, his boots crunching on the snow. He's a player. The game isn't over.
A soft chime. New text appears on his HUD.
[NEW QUEST AVAILABLE: EXTRACTION]
[DIFFICULTY: HARD]
A brutal, physical wind howls around a concrete corner. The sky is a lead-grey lid. Slush covers the sidewalk.
EDDIE (72), world-weary and bundled in a shapeless parka, stomps his boots. The sound is a dull thud. He's trying to feel his toes.
MARTHA (70s), wearing thick tortoise-shell glasses, leans against the building. She looks more like a librarian than a field agent. She scans the street, ignoring Eddie.
EDDIE
> He’s late.
MARTHA
> He’s not late. You’re just cold.
EDDIE
> I can be both.
MARTHA
> Check the feed.
Eddie blinks.
IN EDDIE'S POV - A pixelated green HUD, old Soviet-era tech, sputters to life over the grey intersection.
Text scrolls across his vision:
[SYSTEM ONLINE]
[SERVER CONNECTION: UNSTABLE]
[LOCAL TEMP: -33°C (FEELS LIKE -45°C)]
[STAMINA: 62% - DEBUFF: ARTHRITIC KNEE]
EDDIE
> (muttering)
> Server's lagging. Says connection unstable. Typical.
He wipes his nose with a rough, gloved hand.
MARTHA
> It’ll hold. Target approaching. Two minutes out. Northbound on Main.
The HUD in Eddie's eye flickers.
[QUEST UPDATE: INTERCEPT COURIER]
[REWARD: 500 PENSION CREDITS + TIER 2 INTEL]
[FAILURE PENALTY: UNKNOWN]
EDDIE
> (scoffs)
> Pension credits. I'm seventy-two, Martha. What am I going to do with credits? Buy a golden walker?
MARTHA
> Focus, Eddie. The Game doesn't care about your hips.
A figure, SUBJECT 9 (20s), emerges from the white haze. Heavy parka, hood up, hunched against the weather.
The HUD snaps a red box around him.
[TARGET IDENTIFIED: SUBJECT 9]
[LEVEL: 4 (JUNIOR ANALYST)]
[INVENTORY: SECURE SATCHEL]
EDDIE
> Got a visual. He's heading for the underground entrance.
A jolt of adrenaline cuts through Eddie's aches. His stamina bar ticks up a point.
MARTHA
> Cut him off at the TD Centre. Don't run. You'll slip.
Martha pushes off the wall. She moves with an efficient, energy-conserving grace, blending into a group of shivering office workers.
EDDIE
> I know how to walk on ice, Martha.
Eddie heads for a side entrance, flanking. The wind bites his cheeks. His HUD highlights a patch of black ice ahead.
[ENVIRONMENTAL HAZARD: BLACK ICE DETECTED]
He sidesteps it. A younger man isn't so lucky, slipping and spilling a steaming coffee. Eddie doesn't stop.
A timer appears on his HUD.
[INTERCEPT WINDOW: 00:45]
INT. TD CENTRE LOBBY - CONTINUOUS
Eddie pushes through heavy glass doors. A blast of heated air hits him. The smell of wet wool, floor wax, and coffee is overwhelming.
He unzips his parka. He taps his glasses.
IN EDDIE'S POV - The world turns into shades of blue and orange. The HUD reads: [MODE: THERMAL OVERLAY].
He scans the crowd moving toward the escalators leading to the underground walkway. He spots a glowing orange beacon: Subject 9, flushed and unzipping his own coat.
EDDIE
> (subvocalizing)
> I have eyes on.
MARTHA (V.O.)
> (over comms)
> I'm in position. Food court. He has to pass me to get to the elevators.
EDDIE
> (subvocalizing)
> Don't engage yet. He’s spooked.
Subject 9 nervously checks his watch. A total amateur.
Eddie adopts the "Invisible Senior" persona—shoulders slumped, shuffling step, mouth slightly agape. He merges into the flow of people.
His HUD flashes a warning.
[ALERT: PROXIMITY SCAN]
[UNKNOWN SIGNAL DETECTED]
Eddie stiffens.
EDDIE
> (subvocalizing)
> Martha. We have a third party.
MARTHA (V.O.)
> I see him. Suit. Earpiece. Not one of ours. Private sector?
EDDIE
> (subvocalizing)
> Merc.
THE MERCENARY (30s), sharp suit, expensive overcoat, moves with gym-rat arrogance. He tails Subject 9, closing the distance.
EDDIE
> (subvocalizing)
> He's going to grab him before the elevators. We lose the bonus if he gets intercepted.
MARTHA (V.O.)
> We lose the hope. That packet contains the funding codes for the safe house network. If we lose it, twenty agents go into the cold without a coat.
Eddie's HUD flashes again.
[ADRENALINE SURGE ACTIVE]
[STRENGTH: +10% TEMPORARY BUFF]
EDDIE
> (subvocalizing)
> I'm taking the merc.
MARTHA (V.O.)
> Eddie, he's half your age and twice your weight.
EDDIE
> (subvocalizing)
> He's got bad situational awareness. He's looking at the target, not the environment.
Eddie speeds up into a determined power walk, his arthritic knee protesting.
INT. UNDERGROUND FOOD COURT - CONTINUOUS
A cacophony of scraping chairs, sizzling fryers, and chatter. The air is thick with the smell of grease.
Subject 9 stops at a garbage bin. The Mercenary makes his move, reaching inside his coat.
Eddie doesn't hesitate. He lunges forward, feigning a trip, and collides hard with the Mercenary's side. He lets out a loud, pained yelp.
EDDIE
> Oh! My hip! Watch where you're going!
The Mercenary stumbles, crashing into a table. A tray clatters. Drinks spill. Chaos.
MERCENARY
> What the hell?
He tries to shove Eddie off, but Eddie clings to his lapels, playing the frail old man perfectly.
EDDIE
> You knocked me down! You young people, always rushing! Help! I think he broke my hip!
The crowd turns. Phones come out. Someone starts filming.
The Mercenary's face goes pale. He's burned. He shoves Eddie away, hard.
MERCENARY
> (hissing)
> Crazy old bat.
He turns and vanishes into the crowd.
Eddie lies on the linoleum, catching his breath. The fall wasn't entirely fake. A WOMAN in a nurse's uniform kneels beside him.
WOMAN
> Sir? Are you okay? Do you want me to call an ambulance?
EDDIE
> (wheezing)
> I'm... I'm fine. Just... shaken. Thank you, dear.
She helps him up. He looks toward the elevators. Subject 9 is gone.
EDDIE
> (subvocalizing)
> Martha?
MARTHA (V.O.)
> Got him. Bump pass completed near the fountain. I swapped the satchel. He’s carrying a bag full of old newspapers now.
Eddie dusts himself off, a grin spreading across his face.
EDDIE
> (subvocalizing)
> Packet secure?
MARTHA (V.O.)
> Secure. And Eddie?
EDDIE
> (subvocalizing)
> Yeah?
MARTHA (V.O.)
> Nice acting. A bit melodramatic, but effective.
EDDIE
> (subvocalizing)
> I think I pulled a glute.
MARTHA (V.O.)
> Walk it off. Meet me at the library. We need to upload.
EXT. DOWNTOWN STREET - LATER
Eddie steps back out onto the street. The cold hits him again, instant and merciless. But it feels different now. Bracing.
He looks up at the grey sky.
IN EDDIE'S POV - The HUD pulses with a warm, steady gold light.
[QUEST COMPLETE]
[REWARD DISPENSED: 500 PENSION CREDITS]
[NETWORK STATUS: STABLE]
He walks toward the library, his boots crunching on the snow. He's a player. The game isn't over.
A soft chime. New text appears on his HUD.
[NEW QUEST AVAILABLE: EXTRACTION]
[DIFFICULTY: HARD]