The sky was clear and blue on the top of the windy Chicago skyscraper. A man burst through the metal doors of the stair case, covered in cuts and blood. The man was wearing a torn leather jacket, cargo pants, and sneakers. He rushed towards the edge of the building, breathing heavily, searching frantically up in the sky... There was no escape from the top. Then two other figures burst through the door, holding up guns. "Give it up, Blake! Its over!" One screamed, staring at him.
The man known as Blake raised his hands, looking at the two men but walking back towards the edge. "So the corrupt stay corrupted? Innocent lives die from these terrorists, and you get a bigger paycheck at the end of the day?" He yelled, staring at the two. "Its the way its supposed to be... You can't change the order... There's no where else to go, Blake...Sorry it had to be this way."
The man named Blake in a flash of lighting took out a gun of his own, firing two shots before leaping backwards off the building.
"Alright, People, that's a wrap for today!"
A bell rang and the film crew went to work. Jason Hunt climbed out of the giant airbag that saved him from hitting the concrete. "Damn, Jay... Those heights will get you some day!" One of the film crew members said, shaking his head. "it hasn't gotten me yet." He replied with a grin, taking a bottle of water handed to him and a towel to wipe off the fake blood.
Jason Hunt was an actor, and a pretty good one at that. He also was one of the few that never had a stunt double. He did his own stunts, no matter how dangerous they sounded. He was inspired by one of his favorite actors by doing that. "So we got all the scenes for you for the scene, Jason. It'll be your partner in crime that'll come in for the rest of the week... You finally have a day off." The producer said to him, looking at a schedule on his phone.
"Wow, all the scenes?" Jason asked, thinking about what he could possibly do on his days off.... He could sit in his large pent house in LA overlooking the sea and skyline, exercise, sleep..... "Maybe I'll pop by every once in a while.... Just in case..." Jason said with a weak smile, running a hand through his hair. When not in character Jason was athletic, well muscled and tone. His dark brown hair fell in its normal messy yet perfect fashion, and his dark green eyes gave off a playfulness.
Through all the people talking on set, and Jason lost in thought, he didn't hear a woman calling his name multiple times. For a second he thought it was someone he often thought about. Her.... But no. It was just an intern.
"Mister Hunt... Uh, you have a phone call from Bristol.... sounds pretty urgent..."
Jason was in shock. Bristol? His home town Bristol? No... He couldn't have anyone calling him from there... He pressed the phone to his ear, expecting his mother to come on the line. That seemed to be the most reasonable... But as he listened to the person on the phone, his heart dropped at the tragic news that his favorite high school teacher and inspiration, Mister Isaac Grand passed away this morning.
The man known as Blake raised his hands, looking at the two men but walking back towards the edge. "So the corrupt stay corrupted? Innocent lives die from these terrorists, and you get a bigger paycheck at the end of the day?" He yelled, staring at the two. "Its the way its supposed to be... You can't change the order... There's no where else to go, Blake...Sorry it had to be this way."
The man named Blake in a flash of lighting took out a gun of his own, firing two shots before leaping backwards off the building.
"Alright, People, that's a wrap for today!"
A bell rang and the film crew went to work. Jason Hunt climbed out of the giant airbag that saved him from hitting the concrete. "Damn, Jay... Those heights will get you some day!" One of the film crew members said, shaking his head. "it hasn't gotten me yet." He replied with a grin, taking a bottle of water handed to him and a towel to wipe off the fake blood.
Jason Hunt was an actor, and a pretty good one at that. He also was one of the few that never had a stunt double. He did his own stunts, no matter how dangerous they sounded. He was inspired by one of his favorite actors by doing that. "So we got all the scenes for you for the scene, Jason. It'll be your partner in crime that'll come in for the rest of the week... You finally have a day off." The producer said to him, looking at a schedule on his phone.
"Wow, all the scenes?" Jason asked, thinking about what he could possibly do on his days off.... He could sit in his large pent house in LA overlooking the sea and skyline, exercise, sleep..... "Maybe I'll pop by every once in a while.... Just in case..." Jason said with a weak smile, running a hand through his hair. When not in character Jason was athletic, well muscled and tone. His dark brown hair fell in its normal messy yet perfect fashion, and his dark green eyes gave off a playfulness.
Through all the people talking on set, and Jason lost in thought, he didn't hear a woman calling his name multiple times. For a second he thought it was someone he often thought about. Her.... But no. It was just an intern.
"Mister Hunt... Uh, you have a phone call from Bristol.... sounds pretty urgent..."
Jason was in shock. Bristol? His home town Bristol? No... He couldn't have anyone calling him from there... He pressed the phone to his ear, expecting his mother to come on the line. That seemed to be the most reasonable... But as he listened to the person on the phone, his heart dropped at the tragic news that his favorite high school teacher and inspiration, Mister Isaac Grand passed away this morning.