He looked over the rest of the list. Where was his name? It wasn't there. Hedidn't even give a good enough performance to even be cast as an extra.Wit...h dismay, he looked over at the crew list. Only the geeks ever were on thestage crew. He didn't even want to look. He did anyway. There was his name,next to lighting. Oh boy, why even bother? Oh well, at least, one way oranother, I'll be part of the action.When he got home that night, his mother asked him what part he got. He justwent to his room. .. just to be sure.The next thing I knew I was staring up at the ceiling of an ambulance, my world was awash with pain. A face came into view and when the eyes of that face locked with mine, they widened in horror. I thought I heard some loud Tagalog, but it was difficult to discern as that annoying shrieking scream was back.The attendant popped the cap off a syringe and a few moments later the pain ebbed slightly and the edges of my vision began to blacken. That darkness soon filled my vision. The sun on my almost naked body was fierce, the soft sand beneath my burrowing toes warm. When I'd found this spot an hour ago, it'd felt pretty close to paradise, the beach deserted save for the couple with a toddler paddling at the water's edge and the occasional walker with accompanying sodden dog.But that was the joy of a Cornish beach in early May. In August, it would be virtually impossible to move for sun-blotched bodies, the pervasive, sickly blend of more than a dozen varieties of sun. "Is that the codename for this one?" I'm still working on it," Cisco gruffed as I dashed towards my target.The second floor of this abandoned warehouse was stereotypically rundown, the odd wooden crate and empty metal shelving littering the place. I saw her huddled at the far wall, legs to her chest. Seeing the air blur around her from the heat she was emanating I approached with caution."Britney, right?" I called out in an even voice, not wanting to startled her. Her eyes shot up me and I.