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Opening Scene Concept:
It's been a few weeks since the "No Time to Spy" incident. Lincoln is back to his routine, but with a new swagger. X, however, can't shake what she witnessed. Her agency monitors him, not as a threat, but as an anomaly.
Let's write an opening where X is observing Lincoln remotely, trying to rationalize his "luck," but finding herself more and more captivated.
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The screen in X’s subterranean office glowed with the familiar, if slightly grainy, feed of the Loud residence in Royal Woods. Not a global threat assessment, not a rogue agent tracking, just… Lincoln Loud. Playing hacky sack with his sisters, who were simultaneously arguing over a half-eaten bag of chips.
“Still no explanation, Agent 0?” Her second-in-command, a stiff woman named Agent Y, asked from behind her, holding a tablet. "The data still indicates a 0.003% chance of successful independent extraction from a Class-3 orbital incident."
X’s fingers tapped a rhythmic beat on the polished steel of her console. “The data,” she said, her voice a low growl that still managed to make Agent Y flinch, “is clearly insufficient.”
She zoomed in on Lincoln, whose white hair seemed to glow even through the surveillance feed. The boy was agile, dodging a rogue frisbee from Lynn and simultaneously intercepting a whispered insult from Lola to Lana. He even managed to snag the hacky sack with a well-timed, almost involuntary kick while preventing Lily from face-planting into a puddle.
"He shouldn't have survived that rocket, Y. Logistically, empirically, scientifically… he should be vaporized space dust."
“His Gran-Gran, Agent 28, did pilot the rescue vehicle, sir,” Y offered cautiously.
