Scene: CIA Headquarters, Langley, Virginia
Time: 9:35 AM
At the secure entrance, scanners hum, biometric verification proceeds, and weapons are checked.
Suddenly, in the security room, an officer widens his eyes—
Officer:
"Code Alpha access? Who's coming in?"
A name flashes on the door entry log:
> 'Agent Alia — Clearance Level 7-C'
The head of security stiffens.
"7-C? After all this time? She wasn't even in the system anymore…"
---
Cut to: Central Lobby
Alia steps into the lobby.
Black shirt, loose hair, sunglasses.
Her presence is sharp, cold — but burning from within.
Agents stop what they're doing.
Silence ripples. Whispers begin.
> "She's back?"
"She used to command Task Shadow-12."
"Governments across eleven countries trembled during her ops."
A junior agent, Luke, leans in and whispers—
> "She single-handedly blew up three camps in Syria…"
Another mutters—
> "No, no — in Afghanistan, she didn't even trust her own shadow. Took out two of her team when they picked up Helix signals."
---
Scene: CIA Hallway
Director Sheffield walks into the corridor.
He pauses, eyes fixed on Alia—part frost, part reverence.
Sheffield:
"Well, well, well…
Welcome back, Agent Alia."
Alia doesn't smile.
Alia (firmly):
"No congratulations necessary, Director.
I'm not here for the agency.
I'm here to find my son.
Every mission I ever ran… this one's different.
This is personal."
Sheffield (quietly):
"Personal missions are the most dangerous, 7-C.
Your return won't just wake Helix—it'll stir every sleeper enemy you've ever left behind."
Alia (eyes narrowing):
"Then let them wake.
I'm not here to play nice."
Silence falls over the room.
Everyone knows—
Alia wasn't just an agent.
She was a living weapon. Once a shadow.
Now, a firestorm for her child.
---
Scene: CIA — Secret Briefing Room
Rain taps against the windows. Inside, Alia sits alone.
Dark circles under her eyes.
Photos of her son. CIA files. Incoherent data streams on a monitor.
📱 Her phone buzzes.
Caller ID: "Victor – Secure Line"
She stares at the screen. A beat.
Then answers, slowly.
Alia (soft):
"Hello?"
📞 Victor's voice trembles.
Victor:
"Alia… I know it's late.
But I have to say something."
Alia remains silent. Her eyes begin to glisten.
Victor (voice breaking):
"I forgot what mattered, Alia.
Kept chasing missions, assuming everything would fall into place…
But it didn't.
I lost sight of you. Our son. My life."
Victor:
"I always thought we'd have time.
But time isn't given. It's taken."
Alia (barely above a whisper):
"You're too late, Victor."
Victor:
"I know… I wasn't there.
You carried everything alone.
My ego, my excuses—they only made your burden heavier."
Alia's voice sharpens—
Alia:
"My son is missing, Victor.
The CIA believes Helix is targeting him.
And even then, you weren't there.
So tell me—how do I trust that you finally understand?"
📞 Victor (soft, urgent):
"Because I don't want to lose everything again.
I'm ready to leave it all behind… if it means being with you and our son.
For good."
A tear falls from Alia's eye onto the file in front of her.
She's silent for a long beat.
Then, quietly—
Alia:
"If you want to stay…
Then you'll have to fight.
Love was never just words.
It's a war."
📞 Victor (soft breath):
"Then tell me where to begin.
Because this time… I'm with you. Against everything."
She stares at her son's photo.
Alia:
"Then come.
Because this isn't just my battle anymore…
It's ours."
---
Scene: CIA Ops Room 6-B
Afternoon sun glints against glass panels.
Alia's in the cyber lab, running trace protocols.
Suddenly, the door creaks open.
A tall man steps in.
Sharp jawline, silver-white hair, old scars.
Massio.
A former field agent.
Alia's partner in shadow ops—Africa, Cuba, Myanmar…
Alia looks up. Her eyes narrow.
Then, disbelief in a whisper—
Alia:
"Massio?"
He steps forward, rests a hand on her shoulder.
His voice carries fatigue and something deeper—loyalty.
Massio:
"You thought I was gone?
No, Alia. I've been watching.
I just… couldn't stay silent anymore."
Alia says nothing. She hugs him tight.
For a moment, silence.
A time once lost… now briefly returned.
Alia (wiping her eyes):
"I thought Interpol said you went missing in Sweden…"
Massio (smiling):
"I did.
But what I found inside Helix's data systems…
I couldn't stay away."
Under his eyes—dark shadows, but still that familiar fire.
Massio:
"Your son isn't just a test subject, Alia.
He's the key—to activating every Helix sleeper code ever written."
Alia's breath catches.
Alia:
"How do you know that?"
Massio:
"Because I saw the lab.
The one where the Helix project began.
And their first blood sample… was yours."
Alia stumbles back, dazed.
Alia (voice dry):
"You mean… I was the origin?"
Massio meets her eyes.
Massio:
"What's in your body… is now their most powerful weapon.
And your son… is the only one who can unleash it."
Silence falls over the room.
Not fear. But resolution.
Alia locks eyes with him—
Alia:
"Then let's go, Massio.
It's time to settle old debts."
---
Scene: Helix's Hidden Base — Outskirts of Kyiv
Time: 1:47 AM
Heavy fog. Metallic scent in the air.
The perimeter is protected—minefields, infrared scanners, drones.
Suddenly—
A black shadow moves—silent.
A stealth machine-bot breaches the edge of the compound.
At the main door, a shadow steps into the mist.
Alia.
Black bodysuit. Glock on her hip.
Sniper bag strapped to her back.
A silenced pistol in hand.
Camera zooms to her eyes—
One carries a scanning lens.
The other, an old scar.
Alia (whispers):
> "I'm done hiding.
Time to collect old dues."
---
Inside Helix Facility
CCTV screens flicker. A figure crosses the threshold.
No alarms.
Guard #1:
"That's impossible. Sensors didn't detect anything."
Guard #2 (quietly):
"That's because she's a ghost."
Within seconds, Alia moves through the corridor.
Three guards—down, silently.
Her eyes burn with one question—
> "Where is my son?"
A door creaks open.
Inside—capsules. Tubes. Containment systems.
One of them holds something… childlike.
A small hand submerged in a bio-chamber.
Alia gasps. Steps forward, panting.
Alia:
"This isn't my son…
This is… a clone? My blood?"
A voice from behind—cold.
Margaret enters.
Hair tied back, eyes icy. A mocking smile.
Margaret:
"You guessed right.
Your son is safe—for now.
But this… this is our backup."
Margaret:
"With this clone, Helix begins its new era.
Without you."
Alia lifts her pistol.
Locks eyes with Margaret.
Alia:
"You know I won't shoot. Don't you?"
Margaret smirks.
Margaret:
"You won't. Because you're still a mother.
That's what made you special—your ability to feel."
Alia's hand shakes.
Her eyes blaze.
Alia (quietly):
"You were wrong.
Tonight… I'm both mother and warrior.
And I'm not stopping."
Scene: Helix Lab — Core Chamber
The lights are dimmed. Inside a bio-chamber, a clone lies asleep.
Alia stands, holding a pistol in one hand… and the fire within her in the other.
Suddenly… Margaret steps forward, slowly.
That familiar, icy smile on her face — with a strange tenderness in her eyes.
— "You have no idea how much I've missed you."
In a heartbeat…
Margaret wraps her arms around Alia's waist.
Her body is cold, but her breath is warm.
She slowly brings her lips close to Alia's — almost touching…
Alia flinches, raises the pistol.
But in that moment,
Margaret grabs Alia's hand and whispers —
> "Shhhh… baby…"