The scene opens up to a camera jostling around. A voice is heard, it’s Nevyrmorr’s.

“You sure no one will see this?”

Another, unidentifiable voice speaks back.

“Yeah, it’s used for undercover cops and FBI agents. You’re golden.”

A chuckle from Nev is heard. 

“First time I used my father’s money. I hope it doesn’t let me down.”

The other voice speaks dryly. 

“Yeah, well. This place deserves it if they’re gonna discriminate against mutants.”

A blur is seen as if someone is turning around and it shows a mirror. It shows Nev in all his makeupped glory.

He checks on his hair and straightens his clothes.

“Gotta make sure I look perfect or Haven’s gonna ruin her mascara over it.”

The other voice laughs. 

“I better go before she sees me in here.”

Nev nods and says. 

“Alright. See ya ‘round, buddy.”

A door is heard opening and closing, a few minutes later the door reopens. The camera spins around and part of a bespectacled young man is seen carrying a few pieces of paper.

Nev is heard saying, “Well, if it isn’t my faaaavorite writer? What do you have to make me look like an ass today?”

 Holding it out, the young writer says barely audibly.

“The….script…sir….”

A hand is seen taking the script as the paper shakes from the obviously terrified young man.

“I-I’m just a writer, Mr. Wallace.”

Nev’s voice is heard as papers are heard scraping together.

“I know. It’s not you that pulls the strings.”

Silence…

“You know I’m going to do it anyway, so just leave.”

The young man can’t get out of the door fast enough and Nev simultaneously burns the script in his hand. 

He opens the door and the camera on Nev shakes with every step and he walks out. All of a sudden, the camera stops and Haven Van Slyke is seen. She gives a stare upward to where his face is.

“Put your arm down, Mr. Wallace. That’s not funny.”

You can literally hear Nev smirk.

“I was just saying hello.”

Haven keeps her professional composure.

“This is not Nazi Germany, so put your arm down.”

Nev snorts. 

"Why? You both belong to the master race."

Haven still keeps her composure. Baby's good at her job.

"I'm not a racist, Mr. Wallace. It's just business, and right now...what's good for business is you following the script. So, are you ready, Mr. Wallace?

“I’m all ready for my closeup, Ms. Van Slyke.” 

“I assume you read the script.”

Bits of charred paper can be seen dropping down in front of the camera. 

“Kinda…”

Haven crosses her arms in front of her chest and glares harder at Nev.

“Mr. Wallace, would you like to be suspended?”

Nev laughs. 

“That’s all?”

Haven’s calmness is impressive. 

“Would you like there to be more?”

“Naaah.”

“Good.”

Haven turns to an assistant director.

“Go get a copy from the staff room.”

With the camera starts to jolt rapidly and it rises. The last thing to be seen is Haven opening her mouth in shock. Her voice can be heard speaking loudly, but calmly. 

“Get a camera on him! Go!”

Another voice. 

“Do you want me to call security?”

“No, just get a camera on him!”

Nev’s hearty laugh is more audible as the floor blurs by for a few minutes. After that, it changes angles so it’s staring upright again. This time, the gorilla position can be seen. Haven can be heard in the distance. 

“Hurry, he’s over there!”

Nev: “Showtime!”

The camera bursts through a black curtain as “Relax…it’s over…you belong to me…” is heard bursting through the speakers

Continued in "Project: Revolution" on the On-Camera board