04/11/3063 08:15 Location – San Marco Studios, Isle de Azul, Paradiso
Rodrigo Cortez looked over the shot lists for this week, three scenes and they needed to be tight. The Paradiso Defense Force and various visiting commands were very heavily using the Proving Grounds during the Arms Expo for training, demonstration, and simulation. It was quite impressive he had never seen the island as booked as it was and of course he would be under the gun to get these scenes down on the first take.
“Marisol, please get me the list of visiting combat commands especially Mercs and Arena fighters.”
She returned with the printed out list of visiting commands that he might tap for his productions.
“Oh Julio Esteban Arrigos is here, didn’t he place in the Noisel Martial Olympiad three years ago. Then if I remember he did a stint on Solaris as a Class 4.”
“Yes that is correct, his group is currently being represented by the Golden Warrior Co-Op out of Westerhand. A curious choice considering he could have gotten into any stable he wanted and didn’t need to become a real mercenary. El Presidente invited him personally, apparently he is a fan and I guess might want to offer him a contract.”
“That would be a waste of such a talent, see if you can get him to film a scene with me. He’s perfect for one of the shoots I need to make.
Try these guys too, Mercs Unleashed, what a terrible name. What are they unleashed from?
Doesn’t matter see if you can get me their agent; they have just the right kinds of equipment I need. It would save me a trip to Colonel Gutierrez asking for some more of his Proving Ground Cadre, I swear the man has it out for me."
“Ok? so, ah… how should I phrase this message?”
“Come on girl, tell them I want them to be in the MOVIES! Everyone wants to be famous and they probably want to get paid. If they are good I might just offer them a retainer. If they stick around that name is going to have to change though. I’ll get Pedro from marketing on it later. So figure it out and get me another coffee, this one has gotten cold.”
“But Sir, you ordered an iced coffee.”
“Well then get me a hot coffee.”
Marisol walked out of the room towards Craft Services figuring out how she was going to ask two group of battle hardened mercenaries if they would want to be movie stuntmen.
This was starting to become one of the strangest internships and it had only just started. She was wondering how her friend Camila was doing in the El Presidente’s office, surely that would be better than some crackpot movie producer’s office