A sleek, black 1950s Mustang sits in sharp contrast to the back of the tired apartment complex.
No hesitation.
Kyle lingers near the stairs to his unit.
MAGGIE:
“Stay inside. Lock the door. Don’t answer it for anyone.”
Kyle nods.
But neither of them believes that’s enough.
Maggie gets in the Mustang.
The engine roars to life.
[INT. MUSTANG – MOVING – DAY]
Maggie drives fast.
Controlled.
Her jaw tight.
She pulls out her secure phone.
Dials.
It rings once.
Twice.
LEILA:
“This better be good, Maggie. I’m on air in fifteen.”
MAGGIE:
“Cancel it.”
Beat.
LEILA:
“Excuse me? Are you letting this Special Agent stuff go to your head?”
MAGGIE:
“I need everything you’ve got on missing persons near storm drains, culverts, tunnel systems. Past twenty years. Especially unreported ones.”
Silence on the line.
LEILA:
“Why?”
Maggie hesitates.
MAGGIE:
“Because I just saw something I can’t explain.”
Another beat.
Leila’s tone shifts.
Serious now.
LEILA:
“Meet me at the station. I’ve been digging into quiet disappearances already. You’re not going to like what I found.”
Maggie tightens her grip on the steering wheel.
MAGGIE:
“I never like what you find.”
She hangs up.
[EXT. CITY STREETS – DAY]
The Mustang weaves through traffic.
The world looks normal.
People crossing streets.
Construction crews.
Morning radio chatter.
Life is happening.
[INSIDE SPECIAL AGENT MAGGIE’s MUSTANG]
Maggie glances at her reflection in the rearview mirror.
For a split second—
Her eyes almost flicker white again.
She blinks it away.
Determination replaces fear.
MAGGIE (to herself):
“Let’s see what you are.”
She presses harder on the gas.