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EXT. NEVADA - DAWN - CLOUDY

In a secluded desert, eight battalions of military soldiers are posted in thin, robotic gear. Holding mega guns, almost bigger than their bodies. Futuristic in style. Helmets on. Eight plated, sonic cannons are between each battalion. A Colonel STEPS UP, a CB radio handy. CLICKS.

COLONEL
(into CB)
Position?

CB RESPONDER
(through radio)
Thirteen thousand feet.

The COLONEL gaze goes up to the sky.

COLONEL
(into CB)
UFO?

CB RESPONDER
(through radio)
Negatory, the target is a being.

Thick, dim clouds block out most of the sky, raying down sunlight at random spots.

PRESIDENT
(from CB)
Kill on sight, use everything you have.

CB RESPONDER
(through radio)
Five thousand feet.

A figure PUFFS through clouds above, floating down. Zharor. The colonel raises a shaky hand. The sonic cannons WHIRL ON. The soldiers operating the cannons wait, ear muffs on, watching the colonel's hand.

A few soldiers who hold guns, mouths drop. The colonel GULPS, weirded out. All eyes track the alien as its speeds to the ground. The colonel puts on a game face. Zharor's feet land.

The colonel's hand balls up, the cannons behind him responds; SHOOTING, MURDEROUS, FREQUENCY ENERGY. VIBRATING the surrounding air. CIRCULAR WAVES EXPAND far from the cannons, WARPING, TARGETING the alien.

ENGULFING the alien in HEAVY, LARGE RIPPLES. Zharor moves slower as a result, GRAVITY becomes heavy around him. WARPING AIR.

The colonel signals a hand forward. The weapons in the soldiers hands BUZZ. SHOOTING GAS. The battalions MARCH. Closing in, making a circle. Up close, on the alien's FLAPPING SKIN, particles react to the attack. FLARING.

SAND BLOWS causing a DUST TORNADO. THUDDING SAND. The WEAPONS CONTINUE. The colonel waves his hand. Through the DUST WHIRLPOOL, beneath Zharor, multiple BOMBS SHOOT. EXPLODING GROUND.

Some guns SPRAY FIRE as other soldiers CONTINUE SPRAYING GAS. LONG FLAMES. GAS SPREADS the air. A circle of chaos forms around Zharor, whose hands struggle to lift, like magnets, they ZAP back down.

PRESIDENT
(through CB radio)
Cease fire!

The attack ENDS. WEAPONS BUZZ OFF. Thirteen soldiers STEP ahead and into the DUST STORM of GAS and FIRE.

HELMET VIEW: SCAN and clears away dust. Showing Zharor, still standing. Unharmed.

PRESIDENT (CONT'D)
(through CB radio)
Is it dead?

SOLDIER
(through CB radio)
NO!

COLONEL
(into CB)
AGAIN!!!

Zharor arms extend up, causing all the cannons to RIP into the air. WHOOSING PAST CLOUDS. Many soldiers RUN only to BURN alive. SCREAMING. PUFFS of smoke RADIATE from their skin as they FALL in agony.

SQUIRMING. The GROUND BOMBS EXPLODE. BLOWING UP soldiers. THROWING SAND, which Zharor uses to CRUSH soldiers bodies like a sandwich. SPLAT. BLOOD.

BOOMING from the sky. Ten JETS SWOOSH, DROPPING BOMBS. FRYING soldiers who flee. YELLS. Zharor FLIES up and CLAPS AIR at the jets that BEEP, SWIRL, DESCEND. CRASHING to the ground. The colonel FLEES. HUFFING.

FLAMING soldiers WAIL on the ground.

COLONEL
(into CB)
This thing is still alive! My men are
down! WE NEED A NUKE!

The colonel glances back at Zharor, who is still mid air. His big, black eyes watch him FLEE. Outraged. A JET CRASHES behind the colonel, KNOCKING him forward.

METAL LODGES into his head, CRUNCHING through skin and bone. The colonel DROPS to the ground.

Sand and smoke stain the air. HEATS COOKS the ground. SIZZLING AIR RIPPLES. BLOOD SINKS into sand. Soldiers end their SCREAMS. Zharor LANDS again, passing smoking, dead bodies. A missile RATTLES towards him. WHIZZING.

Nearing close, only to slow and REVERT its path away from the alien. FLYING a mile away, before TEARING a deep hole into the ground. Revealing, below, the roof of the metal White House.

Multiple, Green X-RAY BEAMS SHOOT at Zharor, preparing to LACTH, creating grids of ACID HEAT. WHIPPING AIR. TRAVELING FAST. Inching away from Zharor's face, but the X-ray nets FREEZES in place. Resembling a blanket held out straight. The X-RAY BURNS before touching the alien's skin.

INT. METAL WHITE HOUSE - LIGHT - SECONDS LATER

In a packed control room, the president holds a hand to his mouth, eyes widening at one of the many screens displaying Zharor approaching the White House from the desert. Floating to the location.

PRESIDENT
Send word to the Vice President, tell her we
need those goddamn reverse engineered weapons!!

Zharor disappears into thin air. SILENCE. Everyone in the control room gawks in fear at the screens that are missing the alien.

PRESIDENT (CONT'D)
Where...

A workers shifts the view of the screens to a lower level view. To multiple cameras on the roof.

Zharor dissolves through the cave's ceiling, floating down. Angelic-like. The hole above the White House beams down sun behind him, giving the being a halo glow. The president looks to his wife, who hugs a little boy tightly. Bodyguards HUSTLE to the one door that leads in. Holding sonic plated guns, which WHIRL ON.

MOVEMENT from behind the door, scares everyone. GASPS. All the fingers of the guards CLUCTH at gun triggers.

RUMBLING.

The whole building SHAKES, then DISINTEGRATES, like a computer, coding program. Disappearing slowly. Through the grids of the vanishing metal, Zharor stands still as a statue. The soldiers SHOOT, only to have their HEADS BURSTED.

BLOOD POPS onto everything and everyone. Headless men THUD to the ground. The president quickly kneels, grabbing his wife and son down with him. Shaking with fear, the president's eyes hover upwards to the alien, with begging eyes. Coal, black eyes stare back at him.

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