Reveal of the CLOCKWORK OCTOPION. (Like how I did that? Octopus + Scorpion = Octopion! Writing!!!)
It’s an unholy clockwork, to be certain, mismatched plates of metal, some rusted, some tinted, its seams not quite true. Whirling gears within. Painfully cruel looking legs and a spiked tail to match. Octopoid arms, with claw-like manipulators at each end.
STEAM billows from vents, gauges fluctuating.
DRAKE and DRUM are, for the moment, stupefied by the sight of this thing.
The remaining GUNMEN are likewise surprised.
Only PAYNE, visible, wearing the CONTROL HARNESS, knew this was coming.
1. SFX: CHUFF CHUFF CHUFF CHUFF
On DRAKE and DRUM. Both of them are surprised. Both of them, being who they are, are downplaying that reaction as much as they can muster.
1. DRAKE/small: I’ll be damned.
2. DRUM/small: Think we both will.
On PAYNE, wearing the HARNESS, using it to control the Octopion.
3. PAYNE: The key, Marshal…
Angle, DRAKE and DRUM both back-pedaling as the OCTOPION lurches towards them, TENTACLES flailing in their direction.
4. PAYNE: …or do I take it from your corpse?