In the distance, we see a man. It is clear that he is urging himself forward, pushing forward through the biting chill in the air. He is wearing a thick parka jacket, large Wellington boats, jeans, mittens and ear muffs. The camera follows this man until he reaches the door of a large, imposing building. Light is irradiating from the windows and the sound of laughter can be heard. A door above the sign reads "The Dog And Duck".
Once in the pub, the man removes his jacket, mittens and ear muffs. After placing them together upon a coat stand, he approaches the bar and pulls up a stool, not stopping to look at the large crowd of men that calling to him. The attractive blonde barmaid sees him and begins to talk to him in a clear south west English accent.
Barmaid: "Didna think I'd seeya here. Y'know it's Christmas eve? What'll it be? Ya usual?"
The man nods solemnly and after a few seconds has a glass of dark liquid pushed in to his hands. He presses the glass to his lips and gulps the drink, finishing it in one fell swoop.
Man: "Another please."
The barmaid nods and takes the glass away to refill it. As she does this, the man reaches in to the pocket of his trousers and pulls out his phone. He looks at the screen, sighs and then places it to his ear.
Man: "Can you please stop calling me? This is the fourth time today. I don't know who you think I am or was but I'm not THAT guy any more. Please stop bothering me."
With anger clearly on his face, the man hangs up and places the mobile back in to his pocket. At this point, a low hum begins to resonate throughout the bar. As the noise gets louder, glasses begin to vibrate and the music coming from the jukebox is completely eclipsed. Seemingly unable to take it any longer, the man rushes to the door and bursts out in to the cold twilight.
The noise is clearly originating from a field behind the pub so the man makes his way tentatively round the side of the building until he is blinded by a light. A spotlight, to be exact. The light is coming from a helicopter that is preparing to land. Raising his arms so as to shield his eyes, the man waits. After what seems like an eternity, the engine begins to slow, having landed successfully. The door of the helicopter is opened and a well dressed, slick looking man steps out in to the cold night air.
The slick gentleman smiles and offers his hand for the confused individual standing opposite.
Man: "I'm Joseph Duplantier. I believe we've spoken, Mr Hacker, is it?"
Tentatively, the man now known as Hack3r takes Joseph's hand and shakes his cautiously.
Hack3r: "That isn't my real name but yeah sure why not?"
Joseph: "Let me cut straight to the point. Thus far, you have rejected my approaches. That's why I've come to you today as in my experience, people find it difficult to say no to me. You see this helicopter?"
He motions over his shoulder and Hack3r nods, hardly able to miss it.
Joseph: "Come work for me and I'll give you enough money to buy five of your own."
Surprise crosses Hack3r's face.
Hack3r: "You're right. It is hard to say no to you, I'm in."
Joseph: "That's the stuff. Here you go."
He tosses something through the night air and Hack3r catches it with great reflexes. The camera zooms in and we can see that it he is holding a set of keys. He appears dumbfounded.
Joseph: "They're for this chopper. Take it. I pre-empted your answer and had a Porsche bought in to the village earlier anyway. We're going to make a lot of money together, you and I. I'll have my assistant send along the details."
Without warning Joseph shakes Hack3r's hand, steps past the silent man and walks off in to the night. Hack3r turns and looks at the helicopter for a couple of seconds before shrugging and stepping towards it. The camera fades.
OOC: Edited with Phen's permission