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The rocket's nose cone is opened up. A circle of seats are visible within.

The car exits the building.

EXT. MICROCORE MAIN TARMAC - DAY

The car rides high above a sea of cement.

Ground vehicles move freely beneath the track.

The car heads toward a Blaster Nine Rocket readied on the launchpad.

It arcs in a wide loop around the rocket.

The car descends toward a small stretch of beach.

It merges onto another track and stops. Engages in reverse.

It moves backward along a quarter mile long stretch of track leading out into the ocean.

It reaches the end.

INT. SINGLECAR - DAY

The rocket is directly ahead.

Showers of sparks cross beneath its engines.

The engines ignite.

Thick steam mushrooms out from two sides.

The docking tower disengages and falls away.

The track shakes violently.

Jeremy grips the dashboard nervously.

The rocket clears the launchpad.

Jeremy arches backward, watching it until it disappears into a high cloud.

The steam cloud washes over the car.

THUNDER echoes off into the distance.

EXT. MICROCORE MAIN TARMAC - DAY

The car moves forward, past the soaking wet launchpad and into the base of a high observation tower.

The tower is topped by an ovoid shell surrounded by tinted windows.

INT. BASE OF CECIL'S OFFICE TOWER - DAY

The car enters, then stops.

A MALE SECURITY OFFICER approaches. Pops open the car's door.

MALE SECURITY OFFICER

Ambassador Ash, I presume?

JEREMY

Ambassador? If you say so.

SECURITY OFFICER

Mr. Millikan is waiting for you in his

office. Please follow me.

They enter an elevator.

INT. CECIL'S OFFICE - DAY

The office is oval shaped with a high arched ceiling.

A large glass top table centers the room. The glass is supported by a very realistic slice of planet Earth.

An elevator door opens.

Jeremy steps out into the office.

The elevator door closes with the security guard still inside.

Cecil Millikan is sitting in a leather chair behind a Mahogany desk.

He looks up at Jeremy and lights a cigar.

CECIL

My employees wait months to view a launch

from the track. I hope you enjoyed it.

JEREMY

Are you kidding? That was probably the

coolest thing I've ever seen.

CECIL

I'm glad to hear that. Please sit. I hope

my tactics are not too overbearing.

JEREMY

(sitting down)

Your tactics both refresh and inspire me,

sir.

A woman enters from an adjacent room. She is in her late forties. Streaks of gray highlight her hair. She is GWEN.

She sits down beside Cecil and squeezes his hand.

GWEN

Hi. I'm Cecil's wife, Gwen.

JEREMY

It's nice to meet you. I'm Jeremy, but

you probably already know that.

GWEN

Indeed I do.

JEREMY

I don't mean to sound ungrateful, sir,

but I'm supposed to be at work right now.

I would have gladly accepted your

invitation had you extended one.

CECIL

I wanted it to be surprise. I've already

informed the library that you won't be

coming in today.

JEREMY

Really.

CECIL

They didn't seem to mind because I made a

$10,000 donation on the very same call.

Have you had a chance to look over my

proposal?

JEREMY

I have. Are you aware that I've already

accepted the government's proposal?

CECIL

Have you signed anything?

JEREMY

Now that you mention it, no. And I must

admit, you've certainly succeeded in

demonstrating your superior style over

those stiffs at the Pentagon.

CECIL

I like you, Jeremy.

JEREMY

Thank you, Mr. Millikan.

CECIL

Please, call me Cecil.

JEREMY

Okay Cecil.

CECIL

There will be A HALF DOZEN PROMINENT

SCIENTISTS aboard THE ARCUS in addition

to FOUR OF MY BEST SPACERS. Did you get a

look at the LANDING SHELL when you rode

through the main hangar?

JEREMY

That was The Arcus landing shell? I never

even made the connection.

CECIL

I need you on that ship, Jeremy. I want

to show up NASA with my own average

American.

JEREMY

You obviously know the details of my

meeting at the Pentagon. I take it you

also received the equation I sent.

CECIL

I did indeed. Can you tell me where it

came from?

JEREMY

Very far away.

CECIL

(looking at Gwen)

Didn't I tell you?

Jeremy fidgets uncomfortably.

GWEN

We read your brother's article. It's a

very creative, almost prophetic

accounting of the events surrounding your

friend's encounter. It's already gone

viral on the internet.

JEREMY

I didn't know that. How is it that an

article published by a no name machinist

from Wisconsin has stirred the attention

of both you and the Pentagon? Not to

mention the internet community.

CECIL

Actually, it was pretty hard to miss when

that no name guy from Wisconsin had the

same last name and address as the man who

can apparently train neutrinos.

JEREMY

It was just a simple equation. I can't

believe everyone's making such a big deal

about it.

CECIL

Just a simple equation? This formula of

yours assumes a number of subatomic

constants that have yet to be determined.

JEREMY

Lucky guess.

CECIL

A lucky guess from very far away?

JEREMY

I was just kidding about the very far

away part.

CECIL

Too late.

Cecil smiles broadly as if he knows everything.

CECIL (CONT’D)

Tell him about the LEM, honey.

GWEN

(smiling proudly)

We made a cardboard mock-up of an old

Apollo Lunar Module. We plan to unfold it

at the landing site for the Apollogize

crew to photograph as they pass overhead.

She covers her mouth. Laughter slips through.

CECIL

We've timed the mission to coincide with

the Apollo Eighteen fly-by. We should be

able to see it as it passes overhead.

GWEN

They're going to be Apollo-gizing to the

Senate Appropriations Committee when it

appears that we've stolen one of their

Lunar Modules.

Gwen laughs loudly.

Jeremy starts laughing too.

Cecil stands up. Pops a silly, left handed salute.

CECIL

It looks as if they're planning to

reverse engineer the Lunar Module

technology, sir.

Gwen bursts into hysterics, nearly choking as she fights for air.

Cecil gets her a bottle of water.

She drinks, collects herself. Then enters an adjacent room.

O.S. - Sound of opening and closing drawers.

CECIL (CONT’D)

What do you say, Jeremy? It's going to be

a lot of fun. Are you in?

JEREMY

What about the Pentagon? I already told

some Four-Star General that I would go on