LETHAL ASSASSIN: A FORGOTTEN PAST
**James Kretop lied on his bed looking up at the ceiling. It's 3 in the afternoon. Everything seems to be quiet in Colorado Springs, Colorado. There's snow right outside Kretop's lodge. Birds are chirping, while the sun tries to sneak through the clouds.**
**The phone rings**
James Kretop: Hello?
Man #1: Mr. Kretop?
James Kretop: This is him.
Man #1: I am down at the ski lodge, and I work here. We are supposed to call people everyday at 3:05 in the afternoon, to see if they need anything, or if they are ok. So, do you need anything? Are you ok?
James Kretop: I'm fine at the moment.
Man #1: You don't need anything?
James Kretop: Well, send me up some coffee.
Man #1: We'll be up right away, sir.
**Both men hang up**
**Life is easy up in Colorado. It's peaceful, beautiful, and there are many things to do. James Kretop is in his "Relaxation" period of the day. Taking thing slow.**
James Kretop: Mmmm...
**James Kretop lays down in his reclining chair, by the fire.**
**James Kretop seems to be asleep until:**
**Knock, Knock!**
**James Kretop wakes up and opens the door**
Man #1: Mr. Kretop?
James Kretop: Yes?
Man #1: I have your coffee sir.
James Kretop: Oh, yes. Thank you.
Man#1: Are you sure everything's all right?
James Kretop: Yes, I just need some coffee to wake me up.
Man#1: All right, sir. Call us if you need anything.
James Kretop: I will.
**James Kretop walks back to his chair, passing by a small coffee table. On the coffee table is a lamp, some coasters, and some matches.**
**James Kretop grabs his remote and lays back in his chair**
**James Kretop turns on the tv**
James Kretop(to himself): Hmmm… good coffee. Good coffee...
**James Kretop flips channels, over and over again, until he finally sets the channel on the news**
News Reporter #1: A terrible thing has happened today. 35 people were, and still are being held hostage at the downtown, abandoned office building in Los Angeles.
James Kretop: Ehh..
**James Kretop turns off the tv**
James Kretop(to himself): Ahh. Sleep, yes, good sleep.
**James Kretop falls asleep in his nice cozy,lodge**
**BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!**
**James Kretop wakes up**
James Kretop: Huh...? Wha?? Who?? AHHH!!
**James Kretop sees the news on tv. There's a reporter talking about a huge explosion in Los Angeles, supposed to be done by terrorists that held 15 people hostage**
News Reporter: As I said earlier, we don't know much, but we know that the terrorists are alive, and healthy as a cat, but all people being held hostage are dead. The police are still investigating this scene.
James Kretop: **Sigh** Retro09. **Yawn** Uh-oh.
**James Kretop gets up, and turns on the CD player**
**”Fat Lip” by Sum 41 starts playing**
James Kretop: **Sigh** Retro09. I know what's gonna happen.
**James Kretop pours himself some Carona**
James Kretop: Ahhh...
**James Kretop relaxes his shoulder, as if someone was giving him a massage**
James Kretop: Relaxation. Gone. Destroyed. I'm gonna be harassed by cops…
**KNOCK! KNOCK!**
James Kretop: Alright, Kretop, let's show this cop who's boss!
**James Kretop opens the door**
Officer #1: Good evening sir, I'm...
James Kretop: I know who you are.
Officer #1: Can I come in?
James Kretop: No, but I know you're gonna make me, so fine.
Officer #1: Thank you sir.
**The officer comes inside, and James Kretop shuts the door. The song finishes**
**The officer sits down in a chair, so does James Kretop**
Officer #1: As you probably already know, there was an explosion today in Los Angeles, caused by terrorists.
James Kretop: I know that. Keep speaking…
Officer #1: Anyway, we need your help.
James Kretop: You know. Right when I saw the news I knew you would be here instantly asking me that very question.
Officer#1: We need you, James.
James Kretop: Oh, I know you need me. That doesn't mean I'm going to help you though.
Officer #1: You don't want to help us? You don't want to help us destroy those terrorists?
James Kretop: That's just it! I don't want to. I've been trying to tell you this, but every time something happens, you come rushing up here, getting me into things I don't want to be in! I don’t want to get into this one.
Officer #1: Have you been hit in the head too many times?
James Kretop: No, I think I'm the one that should be asking you that.
Officer #1: We need you. Don't you understand this?
James Kretop: I've already told you earlier. I do understand you, but I don't want to help, so please leave immediately.
Officer#1: But sir! We…
James Kretop: I know. You need me very badly right now. Yeah, yeah, yeah - the same thing over, and over - I need you! I need you! We need you!
Officer#1: And you're right when you say that. You see? Now you're saying it yourself.
James Kretop: Alright, I'm sick of this. Get out of my lodge right away.
Officer #1: Yes, sir.
James Kretop: Jeez. Give a man some peace and quiet.
Officer #1: Sorry sir.
James Kretop: Yeah, Yeah, Yeah...
**The officer leaves and shuts the door**
James Kretop: Whew. I thought he would never leave.
**Now silence. James Kretop gets up, and looks out the window, to see the cop leaving.**
James Kretop: Come on, come on… Get outta here...
**The cop opens his door. Then looks back at the lodge.**
James Kretop: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know you like the lodge, but leave!
**The cop slowly turns around and gets in his car**
**James Kretop turns around**
**An engine starts. The car leaves.**
James Kretop: What should I do? Should I help? Should I stay quiet? I don't know... I gotta get out of this lodge.
**James Kretop walks down to the lodge office. He checks out, and leaves in his car**
James Kretop: Where am I gonna go? Where am I gonna go?
**James Kretop continues to drive around**
James Kretop: **Yawn** He expects me to help him again! Haha!
**James Kretop drives to the airport**
**James Kretop gets out of his car**
James Kretop: Hey! Park my car!
**James Kretop throws his keys to an airport attendant**
James Kretop: Hey. Be careful with her. That's a Mercedes Benz.
Airport Attendant #1: Yes sir.
**James Kretop walks into the airport, asking for a ticket to the Florida Keys**
James Kretop: Yeah, get me a ticket to the Florida Keys.
Woman: Yes, sir.
**The woman types on a keyboard for what seems like forever**
Woman: Alright. That will be $267.31.
James Kretop: Thank you.
**The woman hands James Kretop the ticket after he has paid the money requested.**
**James Kretop gets on the plane and flies away...**
**A stewardess come up to James Kretop, offering him peanuts, and such**
Stewardess: Sir, would you like some peanuts?
James Kretop: Sure.
**The stewardess hands James Kretop the peanuts**
James Kretop: Thank you.
Stewardess: You're welcome sir.
**The stewardess walks away**
**There's radio crackling, as the captain of the plane picks up the speaker**
Captain: Just to let all of you know, we will be landing in the Florida Keys in 15 minutes!
**More crackling as the captain turns the speaker off**
James Kretop: **Sigh** Almost there, almost there. Now, nobody will find me.
**15 minutes pass by**
**The plane lands**
James Kretop: Ahhh..the Florida Keys. So beautiful! No one I know to disturb me. This is the life.
Man #1: James! James Kretop!
James Kretop: Oh no...
Man #1: Oh yes! It's me! Tim Conner!
James Kretop: I know Conner. How did you find me?
Tim Conner: I was coming to the Florida Keys too, man!
James Kretop: I bet you were.
Tim Conner: Why did you all of a sudden decide to come from Colorado to the Florida Keys?
James Kretop: A change of temperature.
Tim Conner: Oh yeah! That's understandable. So is trying to get away so you can't help us.
James Kretop: Leave me alone, Conner.
Tim Conner: Why? So you can sneak away?
James Kretop: No, so I can relax. You sent an officer who busted into my lodge in Colorado, now you came on my plane and followed me to the Florida Keys. Why are you following me?
Tim Conner: Haha! Very funny Mr. Kretop. You act like you have no clue at all why we're following you! You're a funny guy.
James Kretop: Ya' know what? You're a funny guy.
Tim Conner: I'm a funny guy?
James Kretop: Yeah. You're a funny guy, because you actually think I'm going to help you this time.
Tim Conner: I don't think you're going to help us.
James Kretop: Well, good. Now let me go.
**James Kretop starts to walk away**
Tim Conner: I know you will help us.
**James Kretop stops, and turns around**
James Kretop: How many times do I have to tell your small brain this? I'm – not – going - to – help – you!
Tim Conner: Yes you will. You know you can't resist. You want to help us. You can't wait to get that sniper rifle back in your hands, and help justice.
James Kretop: I'm retired. I'm out of this business. You've got to respect my decision. If you keep following me I'll see you in court. You can be sure on that!
Tim Conner: Fine... You're only proving that you're scared, that you want to run, that you are afraid. What exactly are you afraid about? Getting killed? Is dying it? Or is it that you are trying to do a special "Co-Ops" operation here, with those terrorists. You'll only wind back up in jail like you were 5 years ago.
James Kretop: You don't just follow me and insult me. That was a long time ago. It was a bad decision. I don't want to get hurt, no I don't. Who wouldn't? I especially don't want to die. Not in the near future. I will turn your offer down. Good-bye Mr. Conner.
**James Kretop walks away**
Tim Conner: **Sigh** It's only a matter of time, and he'll be with us.
**James Kretop gets into a car, and drives away to some of the sunny beaches in the Florida Keys**
**James Kretop arrives, and sits down, soaking up some rays...**
James Kretop: And who are you?
**A lady besides him turns her head**
Lady #1: Hi. How are you today?
James Kretop: I'm just fine. What is your name?
Lady#1: My name is Jessica.
James Kretop: Well, Jessica, my name is James.
Jessica: Nice to meet you, James. Where are you from?
James Kretop: Well, I was born in Seatle, Washington.
Jessica: That's nice. What brings you to the Florida Keys?
James Kretop: Relaxation. You?
Jessica: The sun, the heat, I'm on vacation, you know.
James Kretop: I see. Where do you work?
Jessica: I work for a sea-food place.
James Kretop: I see.
Jessica: And where do you work?
James Kretop: I'm unemployed.
Jessica: That's too bad.
James Kretop: Ahh... it has it's advantages.
Jessica: Like what?
James Kretop: Well, you can do whatever you want, whenever you want. You don't have to be stressed...
Jessica: That's true. Sometimes I actually enjoy my work.
James Kretop: Really?
Jessica: Yes. It can be interesting.
James Kretop: Sea food... Interesting?
**Jessica slaps James, and leaves**
James Kretop: Well, I really swept her off her feet. **Sigh**
**James Kretop lays down, and shuts his eyes**
**30 minutes later**
James Kretop: **YAWN!**
**James Kretop slowly wakes up...**
James Kretop: Jeez. I've got to go home.
**James Kretop gets up, goes to his car, and drives to his hotel**
Hotel Attendant #1: Hello, Mr. Kretop.
James Kretop: Hello, sir.
**James Kretop steps into the elevator.**
**James Kretop goes up..**
Elevator: DING!
**James Kretop steps out and walks into his room**
James Kretop: Ahhh... Much better...
**James Kretop kicks off his sandals, and falls onto his bed**
James Kretop: It's not worth it sometimes. It's just not worth it....
**James Kretop lays his head down, and slowly falls asleep**
~O.o~
James Kretop: Wha? Who? Who is there? Huh? What? Who is that?!
**James Kretop gets up and quickly opens his eyes, only to see the blazing sun**
James Kretop: Oh. The sun. **Yawn** Well, I better get up...
**James Kretop gets up, and heads toward the shower..**
**James Kretop turns the shower on very hot, and steps in..**
James Kretop: Ahh... this is nice.
**James Kretop lays his head against the shower wall, letting the hot, steamy water rush down his body**
**James Kretop almost falls asleep, but gets some energy to get up**
James Kretop: Ahhhh... Paradise... Just paradise...
**James Kretop gets out of the shower, and dries himself off.**
James Kretop: Whew...That was hot!
**James Kretop gets dressed, and leaves his hotel room**
**James Kretop gets in the elevator, walks down the hallway, and is greeted by the hotel attendant**
James Kretop: Ah... the usual routine...
**James Kretop walks out of the building and jumps in his car**
James Kretop: So, Mr. Kretop. Where to today? Haha...
**James Kretop turns the keys and the Mercedes purrs...**
James Kretop: Let's go eat...
**James Kretop pulls out of the parking lot, and drives to Perkins.**
**James Kretop walks in the building, to be seated**
Waitress: Wait here, and I'll be right back to take your order.
**The waitress smiles, and walks away**
**James Kretop is busy looking over the menu**
**Then, something catches Kretop's ears...**
TV: As you all know about the terrorism in Los Angeles, many other terrorist groups have tried to take hostage many people, all un-successful. The terrorist gang who took all them people hostage are all still alive, and healthy. The police say they need someone bigger, someone better, and someone smarter, to out-smart these mastermind terrorists. In Los Angeles, I'm Vicki Young.
James Kretop: If they're talking about me, they're not gonna get it.
**The waitress returns**
Waitress: Do you know what you want, sir?
James Kretop: Ummm... Well, I'll take the waffles, with strawberries on top.
Waitress: All right. Do you want anything to drink?
James Kretop: Ahhh... orange juice I guess.
Waitress: Alright sir. Your order should be ready in 10 minutes.
James Kretop: Thank you.
**Once again, the waitress smiles, and walks away**
James Kretop: **Sigh** I need to go back to sleep...
Mysterious Man: You'll be permanently asleep if you don't help me.
James Kretop: Who are you? And why are you pointing a gun at my leg? Why are you under the table?
MysteriousMan: You ask too many questions... Now, I will come up, with my gun still pointed at you, so I can ask you some questions.
James Kretop: Ok...
**The Mysterious Man gets up, and stares at James Kretop**
Mysterious Man: We need you Mr. Kretop.
James Kretop: Ah, jeez... Another cop.
Mysterious Man: Yes, but can you help us?
James Kretop: You want me to snipe the terrorists don't you?
MysteriousMan: Yes! Can you help us? I heard you didn't cooperate with Mr. Tim Conner very well.
James Kretop: I'll tell you exactly what I told him. I'm retired. I don't want to help you. I want to live my life.
Mysterious Man: Well, if you don't help us, you won't have your life...
James Kretop: Are you threatening me?
Mysterious Man: Of course! What else would work? If I tried something else, I'd get blown away...
James Kretop: You're right. You would. You will now too. That's my answer. No. No I will not help you.
MysteriousMan: Oh, I think you will. I can pull this trigger and you're dead.
James Kretop: I realize that, but...
MysteriousMan: Look! I don't have time for this! Now, you know your 2 choices... Choose!
James Kretop: Here is my answer...
**James Kretop reaches under the table, reverses the gun, and points it directly at the Mysterious Man...**
James Kretop: Now, you know your choices. Leave me alone, or die..
Mysterious Man: Haha. You don't think I'll give up that easily do you?
**James Kretop pushes the gun harder at the man's leg**
Mysterious Man: Go ahead. Shoot me...
James Kretop: If I shoot you, the police will find out, and then I'll be in worse trouble...
MysteriousMan: Right. But I can shoot you. Give me the gun.
James Kretop: Right...
**James Kretop hands the Mysterious Man the gun**
Mysterious Man: Now, since you don't want to help us, I will kill you here and now...
James Kretop: Go ahead...
Mysterious Man: I will! I'll do it in pleasure too!
**James Kretop just smiles at the man**
**The Mysterious Man pulls the trigger...**
**CLICK,CLICK,CLICK**
Mysterious Man: What? No bullets!
James Kretop: Right. They're in my hand. You don't think I’m stupid do you? Now leave me alone!
**The man nods, and walks away**
James Kretop: **Sigh** Idiot...
**The waitress walks up and hands James Kretop his food**
James Kretop: Thank you.
**Once again, the waitress smiles, and walks away**
**James Kretop sat back in the booth, and relaxes a little. Then he sits back up and starts to eat**
James Kretop: Mmm... This is good!
**The waitress walks by again**
Waitress: Anything I can get for you, sir?
James Kretop: No, not at the moment.
Waitress: Alright. Just tell me if you need anything.
James Kretop: Oh, don't worry. I will.
Waitress: Enjoying your breakfast?
James Kretop: Yes, very much.
Waitress: Glad to hear that.
**The waitress turns around to go check on other people**
James Kretop: *Sigh** I wonder why she's paying more attention to me that anyone else...
**James Kretop finishes his breakfast, and leaves in his Mercedes**
**James Kretop turns on the radio**
**”Miami” by Will Smith plays**
James Kretop: Haha! That's funny. I'm in Florida, just not in Miami.
**James Kretop turns the radio up a little bit, and drives off quickly**
**James Kretop gets out of his, car and rushes joyfully up to his hotel room**
James Kretop: It's a beautiful day!
Mysterious Man: It sure is...
James Kretop: Gosh dangit. You again. Why do you keep following me?
Mysterious Man: We really need you, Kretop. Now I can actually kill you, since we're not in the restaurant.
James Kretop: If you kill me, I could never help you again. You wouldn't kill me...
Mysterious Man: Oh, really?
James Kretop: Yes, really.
Mysterious Man: I doubt that...
James Kretop: Well, you doubt a lot of things!
Mysterious Man: Shut up! I pull this trigger, and you die! Now help us!
James Kretop: Let me live my life. Leave me alone.
Mysterious Man: I'm afraid I can't do that.
James Kretop: And why is that?
Mysterious Man: Because I need to recruit you for the mission. We really need your help. Now are you going to help us? I'll kill you if you give me the wrong answer.
James Kretop: Well, my answer is no.
Mysterious Man: Then you will die!
James Kretop: I won't, but you will.
Mysterious Man: Wha??
**James Kretop turns around, grabs the gun, reverses it, and points it directly at the Mysterious Man's head**
James Kretop: Now I give you your choices. Leave me alone or die?
Mysterious Man: Once again, you have out-smarted me, Mr. Kretop.
James Kretop: Yes I have. This will be the last time you ever try to mess with me again. Now get out.
**The Mysterious Man leaves**
Mysterious Man: Oh, what about my gun?
James Kretop: What about it?
**James Kretop empties the bullets, and throws the gun out the window**
James Kretop: Fetch, boy fetch!
Mysterious Man: You... I'll… You'll pay for this!
**James Kretop slowly shuts the door**
James Kretop: I'm sure I will. I am really sure about that one.
**The door is all the way shut**
James Kretop: Haha. Showed him. He better not try to challenge me again.
**The Mysterious Man walks out of the hotel, discouraged, and angry at himself**
Police Officer: Did you convince him?
Police Officer #2: Naw, the man is the hardest person in the world to convince!
Police Officer: Right...
Police Officer #2: What do you want me to do, sir? We can't go up and shoot him. Kretop is right. We wouldn't shoot him when we want him to help us!
Police Officer: Darn. You're right. I know it - everyone knows it. Unfortunately, Kretop is too smart. I don't think we'll get 'im.
Police Officer #2: We'll get him, sir. I can guarantee it.
Police Officer: I sure hope so.
**The Police Officer rubs his head in confusion, while the other officer walks away**
Police Officer: Well, let's go back to the station. Nothing we can do here.
**The officers get in their cars, and drive away**
**BOOM!**
**AHHH!!!**
**BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!**
**NOOO!**
**STOP**
**BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!**
Cries from here ,cries from there, cries from terrorism everywhere. That was the sound of people being shot dead lying on the floor, by another human being.
**James Kretop turns around and sighs.**
James Kretop: Just a good night's rest. That's all I need.
**BOOM!**
**BOOM!**
**AHHH!!!**
**STOP!!**
**PLEASE!!**
**SPARE US!**
The words replayed through Kretop's head. One thing's for sure, it must end, just somehow it must.
**It... must... end...**
**Somehow...**
**It... must... end...**
**It... must... end…**
**Yes. It... must... end…**
**It... must... end…**
**James Kretop was asleep**
...
The End of Lethal Assassin: A Forgotten Past.
Watch out for “Lethal Assassin: The Sniper Within”, coming to the Crash Place Theatre this Winter!
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