Liquid Plasma - The Friendship Rises

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=clndZD_beQA

>In the borders of the Everfree forest, a land cruiser drives over uneven terrain.
>Three hooded women are being guarded by militia from Dodge Junction, next to them is a nervous, bespectacled woman.
>They all arrive to an abandoned airstrip being watched by armed men.
>The land cruiser pulls up in front of an agent; he’s looking kind of dumb with his fingers and his thumbs in the shape of a hook on his belt loops.
>The militia men jump out of the vehicle, the driver shoves the cute scientist in front of the agent.
>"Dr. Sparkle, I'm CIA."
>Twilight nods, nervous; while the CIA agent hands the driver of the land cruiser a briefcase.
>”She wasn’t alone,” the driver says.
>The CIA agent, confused, spots the hooded women. Then, he turns to Dr. Sparkle.
>”You don’t get to bring friends.”
>”They’re not my friends!” She replies.
>The driver flicks his cigarette and looks at the CIA agent.
>”Don’t worry, no charge for them,” he says.
>”Why would I want them?” the CIA man asks confused.
>”They were trying to grab your prize. They work for the mercenary; the masked girl.”
>The CIA agent asks; “Blaze?”
>The driver nods.
>”Get 'em on board - I'll call it in,” the agent orders to his men.

>A commuter plane flies over some mountains.
>The flight plan I just filed with the Agency lists me, my men, and Dr. Sparkle; but only ONE of you!”
>One of the Special Forces opens the cargo door; then hangs the first hooded woman out into the howling wind.
>”FIRST ONE TO TALK GETS TO STAY ON MY AIRCRAFT!” The CIA Agent shouts above the wind.
>He cocks his weapon and places the barrel of his weapon on the hooded woman’s temple.
>”WHO PAID YOU TO GRAB DR. SPARKLE?”
>The hooded woman remains silent, and the agent fires out the open door.
>The CIA Agent’s men yank the hooded woman back in.
>”SHE DIDN’T FLY SO GOOD! WHO WANTS TO TRY NEXT?!”
>The soldiers drag the second hooded woman and hang her out the door.
>”TELL ME ABOUT BLAZE! WHY DOES SHE WEAR THE MASK?”
>The prisoner says nothing, and the CIA agent presses the gun to the woman’s hood.
>He cocks the gun, but nothing happens.
>”LOT OF LOYALTY FOR A HIRED GUN!”
>Finally, one of the prisoners breaks the silence.
>”Or perhaps she’s wondering why someone would shoot a girl, before throwing her out of a plane.”
>The CIA agent turns to the third prisoner, and shuts the cargo door.
>”At least you can talk,” he says, “who are you?”
>”It doesn’t matter who we are, what matters is our plan,” she says.

>The CIA agent, wary, approaches the third prisoner and pulls of her hood, revealing a dark mask with a breathing apparatus. The eyes behind it are cold.
>”No one cared who I was till I put on the mask…”
>The CIA agent, disturbed, gathers some courage to ask: “If I pull that off will you die?”
>”It would be extremely painful,” she replies.
>”You’re a big girl-”
>”For you.”
>”Was getting caught part of your plan?” The CIA agent says unnerved.
>”Of course!” Blaze replies, “Dr. Sparkle refused our offer in favor of yours. We had to find out what she told you-”
>”Nothing. I said nothing!” Dr. Sparkle interrupts.
>In that moment, a white plane flies above the Agency’s. The Special Forces feel that something’s wrong.
>”Sir?”
>The CIA agent ignores his men and keeps interrogating Blaze.
>”Well congratulations! You got yourself caught. Now what’s the next step of your master plan?”
>”Crashing this plane…” Blaze says.
>The ramp of the transport opens, four women leap out on tethers, dropping towards the commuter plane, two each side.
>The Special Forces react to the turbulence from the plane above, and the CIA agent looks at Blaze.
>Blaze rises and breaks her cuffs with her strength.
>”WITH NO SURVIVORS!”