EXT. IRAQI DESERT - DAWN
Harsh sunlight beats down over a bleak, unforgiving stretch of
rocky desert. Amidst this desolation rise the ruins of an
ancient Sumerian ziggurat, a massive stepped pyramid of mud
brick that was once the center of the city known as Ur.
SOUTHEASTERN IRAQ, DHI QAR PROVINCE
SIX MONTHS AGO:
AN EMACIATED SHEEP HERDER
kneels by the ziggurat, tending to a ragged band of sheep. He
is conducting the first of his daily prayers, listening to a
religious broadcast from Baghdad on a tinny RADIO.
Presently, we hear HELICOPTERS. The sheepherder looks up --
TWO ANERICAN RAH-66 COMANCHE HELICOPTERS
approach from the East. They touch down near the base of the
ziggurat, rotors stirring up clouds of dust.
disembark, their bodies covered in desert camo-gear. They
wear helmets with polarized face-plates and are armed to the
teeth. To the sheepherder they might as well be aliens.
One of the figures turns to the East. We can see the rising
sun reflected in the face-plate of his helmet -- and a hint of
a skull-like under-mask/respirator beneath the face-plate. He
raises a gloved hand, gives the "finger" to the new day.
Another figure (a woman) waves a hand, urging them onward.
They mount the central steps of the ziggurat.
INT. ZIGGURAT - SHRINE - DAY
The shrine is empty. The woman activates a wearable computing
device, calling up a schematic of the ziggurat.
She kneels, studying the floor. In the corner of the room she
identifies a particular brick and presses it. We hear hidden
COUNTER-WEIGHTS shifting and the floor opens up --
-- revealing a stone stairway leading down.
INT. ZIGGURAT - STAIRWAY - DAY
Dark. Sepulchral. Spooky. The figures descend into --
INT. ZIGGURAT - BURIAL VAULT - DAY
-- an empty room with an earthen floor. The sunlight from
above barely penetrates down here. One of the figures takes
out a battery--powered lantern, turning it on, illuminating --
-- walls covered with CUNEIFORM WRITING. The male figure who
flipped off the sun speaks via radio headset.
That's great. We've got dick.
(turning to the others)
Is there any reason we had to embark on
this cluster-fuck during the day?
The woman removes her helmet. This is DANICA TALOS. A
vampire. Intense, appearing to be in her 30s. Possessing a
regal air. She wears a silver crucifix around her neck.
Night-time's too tricky, Grimwood. You
One by one, the others remove their helmets. All vampires:
GRIMWOOD (30s), a hulking vampire with an imposing physique
and an even more imposing set of surgical steel teeth/fangs.
ASHER (4Os), a natural-born leader with easygoing charisma.
WOLFE (30s), quiet and deliberative. Right now he's readying
a portable ground-penetrating radar unit.