Jax sets down his whiskey. Slowly.
She steps closer. Puts the can down. Orders a seltzer from a passing waiter.
NINA The light. For one second, you’ll see every bone in your hand through your skin. Then nothing.
JAX (CONT'D) What’s the piece?
The jazz music stops. The bar’s speakers crackle—then die. People murmur. A car alarm starts wailing six blocks away.
Nina walks straight to the edge. Pulls out a small geiger counter. She clicks it on. It BUZZES softly. Too soft.
ELARA Leaving a mark. Even if it’s for ninety seconds. nuke vs city script
NINA If it’s a single warhead? Sub-launched? Optimistic flight time from the arc: ninety seconds. Maybe less.
JAX (to Nina) How long?
Elara laughs. A broken sound.
NINA I work at Lawrence. Applied physics. We lost contact with three early-warning satellites twenty minutes ago. Then the backscatter radar lit up like a Christmas tree.
ELARA This is a prank. You’re actors. Hidden camera.