Curt Evers and Shakir stagger into a small village somewhere in Iran they are worn fatigued robes in tatters and they look like they havent eaten in who knows how long, they both stagger over to the village leaders hut, Shakir bangs on the door which sounds barely like a knock from the lack of strength, the village leader opens the door and eyes the two men up and down before his eyes dart from side to side scanning to see if anyone else is around he speaks in the native tongue to Shakir and then motions for them to come in, the two men come wobbling in their legs weak and worn. The Village leader speaks in the native tongue again as Curt and Shakir both fall to the ground to exhausted to move. As the village leader continues to talk English words begin floating across the bottom of the screen translating the conversation between the village leader and Shakir.

Village Leader: How long have you been out in the wilderness of Iran brother?

Shakir: Many days Elder…

Village Leader: I take it you are showing your friend here what everyday life is like here in Iran?


Shakir: Yes Elder.

Village Elder: I have something that will serve as a little pick me up for the both of you, would you and your friend there like a cup?

Shakir: Please.

The Village Elder walks into a small room in the back and quickly comes walking back with two cups he hands them to Shakir, who immeidatly drinks down his cup before nudging Curt to get up who reluctantly does as soon as Curt takes a sip he spews it out in disgust coughing erratically before passing out.

Village Elder: Your friend does not enjoy the delights of camel urine does he?

Shakir: He is not accustomed to our ways but in time he will be… Thank you Elder our bodies need to be cleansed of all of the toxins we might of picked up along our great journey across the wilderness of Iran.

Village Elder: When you return to Tehran will you speak to the president again?

Shakir: If I do it will only be very brief .

Village Elder: If you do speak to him again tell him the fine hand woven garments are nearly complete to present to Lord Senester as one of the many gifts he will receive upon arriving here to our great land.

Shakir: I will tell him for you before I depart I swear to you.
Village Elder: I have a question for you brother I hope you can answer it.

Shakir: I will to the best of my knowledge Elder.

Village Elder: Is that man by the name of Butch Parker truly an alley of Allah himself?

Shakir: It looks that way but I do not fully know or understand the bond those two share, nor is it any of my business…. If either of them wanted me to know anything about their partnership they would tell me, for now all I know is that Butch Parker is one alley that I can count on for now to carry out Allah’s commands. Why does Butch Parker concern you if you do not mind me asking Elder?

Village Elder: I was only curious, I thought maybe if he truly was a devoted follower to Allah he could maybe help you and your friend represent the international world outside of America. Maybe he would join your cause and show the world that we are not as evil as one country would like the world to think.

Shakir: Sorry elder but that is out of my hands I only do as Allah commands me, that’s the reason why I came back home was because Allah himself commanded me to return to spread his word to my people.

Village Elder: Why is Allah interested in our country all of a sudden? Is he displeased with us? Or does he wish to give us many blessings?

Shakir: I do not know the full extent of Allah’s will but I would like to think he will give my homeland his many blessings.

Village Elder: When he arrives we will do everything in our power to insure he is pleased with us, we will make him feel at home and give him the best of what we have to offer.

Shakir: That is all I can ask for Elder… I am nothing more then a humble servant of Allah trying to make his way in this world and spread the great news that Allah is here among us in these troubling times.

Village Elder: You and your friend can rest here as long as you like soon all of Iran will see you as the new Hero’s of our people.

Shakir: Thank you Elder we will not disappoint.

The scene fades as hours pass

Curt and Shakir are in clean Arabic style robes the two stand beside a beat up old truck in the center of the village, several small boxes of tools are around the truck, the truck is hoist nearly a foot off the ground by beat up old jacks, Shakir is working diligently giving the beat up old truck a tune up, while Curt is at Shakir’s side handing him whatever tool he needs to accomplish the task.
Curt Evers: Can you tell me why we are trying to make this beat up piece of sh1t drive worthy?

Shakir: Because friend this truck belongs to the Village Elder, and by fixing this truck we will be one step closer to getting remembered in Iran for being humble heros. You know there is more then one way to be a savior to people other then snuffing out the lives of infidels. We can help out here with simple things that need doing, in these lands every little simple thing that needs doing is just as important as a major thing that needs doing. Life is hard and unforgiving here in Iran…. If Allah was here in the flesh at this very moment he would reach out and give aid and support to all of the needy people of Iran, after all his efforts on American homeless people has done wonders!

Curt Evers: Shakir I think Senester killed all of those homeless he “Supposedly” Helped…. If he didn’t kill them he enslaved them, that’s just what I have heard on the street though…

Shakir looks over at Curt with a confused look on his face

Shakir: So what isn’t that how one is supposed to help the infidels? I always thought that was the kindest thing a person could do to a infidel was enslave them or kill them… Is there a better way that Allah and I do not know of?

Curt shakes his head as he rolls his eyes

Curt Evers: Never mind Shakir.

Shakir: The infidels don’t know the truth that Allah brings but my people know the truth friend! We trust Allah with our lives we know he is the one who created us, he created all things and if your implying that he would enslave and kill my people like all the other infidels he has dealt with back west then you my friend don’t know Allah well at all and you speak treasonous blasphemous things! THESE THINGS I WILL NOT TOLERATE FROM YOU THIS DAY IN MY HOMELAND!

Shakir’s anger is white hot as he grips a wrench tightly in his hand ready to strike Curt down with, Curt spots the tool of destruction quickly knowing full well what Shakir plans to do with it if he does not tread lightly.

Curt Evers: NO NO! It’s not like that my brother! Not like that at all, I trust full well in Senester and his will! I was just saying that’s what Senester does to the western infidels!

Shakir’s anger dies down as he focuses back on the truck, Curt breaths a sigh of relief understanding while Shakir is in his native land that it would be wise not to speak ill of Senester. Iran seems to have changed Shakir slightly, made him more volatile, hostile, more confrontational, more passionate and zealous on his devotion to Senester for now Curt decides to play it calm and cool for once. As it is he is the one on forigen ground and these people don’t take to well to outsiders or words that go against their religious beliefs Curt knows any misstep on his part could lead to death here even by the hands of his own partner.

Curt Evers: Before we leave here brother we need to leave a tribute to Senester, one that will keep your peoples hopes up until the day he comes here. What do you think we should do?

Shakir: I have an idea friend and it will be one that we will leave on our exit from this great land. We will be flying out of here on a small plane given to us by the president himself, we will load the cargo storage up with purple flower pedals and posters of Allah as we fly off and fly over Tehran we will release the cargo door dropping the purple flower pedals and posters of Senester across the great city for all to see.

Curt Evers: Alright sounds perfect brother.

As Shakir and Curt continue to work away on the truck the scene fades as hours more pass

One early morning Curt and Shakir find themselves on the private airfield they arrived at many days ago, Curt looks worried as he sees the beat up small plane that awaits them.

Curt Evers: You sure this plane is going to be able to get us back in one piece?

Shakir: I’m certain it will friend fear not if we do die in a plane crash it is only because it is the will of Allah.

Curt Evers: That’s not what I wanted to hear…..

Curt walks up to the plane and inspects it knowing absolutely nothing about planes but by the looks of this beat up bird it looks like its not even capable of getting off the run way. Curt speaks in a nervous voice


Curt Evers: I take it the flower pedals and posters are stuffed in the cargo storage compartment?

Shakir: Yes…

Curt Evers: Did you already talk to the president and say your goodbyes?

Shakir: Yes I did that an hour before you awoke friend.

Curt Evers: Are you ready to make our grand exit? Because I don’t know that I am….

Shakir: Yes friend I am and you worry to much….

Shakir looks over at Curt with a sly look on his face as he whispers

Shakir: Walk by faith not by sight friend remember that…

Curt Evers: What?

Shakir: I’ll explain later lets just get in the cockpit and go remember we can’t be late for Havoc.

Curt Evers: Who’s worried about being late? I’m just worried about surviving this trip back!

Shakir gets up into the pilot seat and tries to close the door but the door somehow gets stuck and wont shut, Shakir tries with all his strength to shut the door but it just wont shut so he gives up and just leaves it open, Curt on the other hand goes to open the passenger side door and the door falls completely off, Curt looks up at the sky before he climbs in and for the first time in a long time says a prayer as the two get situated in the seats they buckle themselves in and Shakir begins going through all the prep stages on starting the old plane up


Curt Evers: I think a spring is sticking me in the ass but I’m to afraid to look because it might be a scorpion or some other wretched creature that lives over here in this place.


Shakir: There are some old magazines behind the seat just put them in the seat and use them as a cushion if you have to.

Shakir manages to start the plane up the propeller begins to slowly start to spin as the engine shakes the entire plane violently, black smoke rolls out and then suddenly the plane dies. Shakir is forced to start the entire prep stage over again to bring life back into the engine.

Curt Evers: You sure this is a good idea Shakir?

Shakir doesn’t even bother to respond being to focused on bringing the plane to life and getting it off the air field.

Curt Evers: Hey whats the flashing light mean on the dash?

Shakir still doesn’t respond, Curt reaches over to touch the light and Shakir slaps Curt’s hand bringing a sting to it.

Shakir: Don’t touch anything friend this plane is really fickle!

Curt replies back with a smart ass tone
Curt Evers: Oh really? I didn’t know that Shakir, maybe if I get out and give this plane a swift kick in the back it might jar the engine back to life. God why do I always find myself in suicidal situations….

Shakir: Wait I think I have it friend!

The plane suddenly starts back up after a few moments the engine is at full power and the two begin their take off, the planes wheels wobble violently as they are rolling down the runway for the take off and just as they lift off into the air one of the wheels rolls clean off the plane and down the runway, the plane is tilted to the right all lopsided as they soar through the air leaving a trail of smoke behind them.

Curt Evers: I think we lost something back there?!

Shakir: NO WE DIDN’T LOSE ANYTHING ITS JUST YOUR IMAGINATION! I HAVE IT UNDER CONTROL FRIEND TRUST ME!

Curt extremely nervous his body goes through shaking spells that he just cant control

Shakir: We will be flying over the center of Tehran shortly hit this lever on my mark!

Curt Evers: But you told me not to touch anything because this piece of sh1t is fickle!

Shakir: No you can hit that lever right over there but don’t touch anything else unless I tell you so!

Curt scans the controls and sees many different levers

Curt Evers: Which lever am I hitting again?

Shakir: That one over there friend!

Curt Evers: Which one you dumb fuk I see a dozen levers in this prehistoric crackerbox!

Shakir takes one hand off the yoke to point frantically and just as he does the plane veers off hard to the right doing a barrel role sending all the trash and debris in the cockpit flying everywhere, Curt lets out a blood curdling scream before Shakir gets control back over the plane.

Curt Evers: Good thing I didn’t eat anything in the last couple of days or I would of sh1t my guts all over this damn thing! Don’t ever do that again!

Shakir: Well stop distracting me friend it takes to much concentration to fly this plane!

Curt Evers: I wonder why? Is it because we are flying in the biggest piece of sh1t that Iran had to offer?

Shakir: This is one of the better planes they had to offer friend, what more could you possibly want a private Jet?!

Curt Evers: Are you serious? This is one of the better planes? Hell what is the other ones they have like? Are they world war 2 planes or what?!

Shakir: Get ready friend to pull that lever! HIT IT NOW!!!

Curt yanks on the lever as hard as he can opening the cargo door thousands of purple flower pedals and posters of Senester rain down in the center of Tehran Iran a large crowd already gathered out in the center celebrating and dancing to the flower pedals and posters raining down on them.

Shakir: We did it! That should makes the middle east news and Allah will be proud of our tribute of him we gave to my people!

Curt Evers: Now lets just get back home to Allah…. You know if we die in a plane crash we cant be rewarded for our good deeds that we have done right?

Shakir: I already told you whatever happens is Allah’s will just sit back and relax I have everything under control.

Curt Evers: Hey Shakir what do I do if I have to go pee?

Shakir: Hang it out the door and relieve yourself friend.

Curt Evers: Ok thanks….

The scene ends as the plane sputters on to its destination