Fantasy Whatever Gets You through the Night by TMaskedWriter

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Passes?" The man with the clipboard said in a bored voice without looking up from the clipboard. Good One froze. Passes? Scott had been able to get passes for the tank crew, but he was dead now. Nobody was supposed to question five men in Nazi costumes with guns walking onto the set of a war movie. Behind him, one of the men nudged the other. Good One turned and saw that La Policia cars were silently pulling into the parking lot behind them. It wasn't the time or place for the guns yet. He pretended to flounder for a pass with one hand while drawing his knife with the other. It looked like the man with the clipboard was going to be first...

A loud doorbell sound buzzed from inside. Good One and the others didn't know what it meant, but the man with the clipboard did. It was the final call for everyone to come to the set. It wasn't worth his getting fired for being the one to hold everything up just because these dumbasses left the badges they'd be taking off in a minute anyway in the car.

"You know what?" He told them. "Go on, just go in." He scooted the sawhorse back to let them through. Good One put his dagger back, thanked him, and they entered the building.

Once they reached the tourists' entrance, the man with the C-4 took one of the charges they'd brought with them and placed it behind a drinking fountain before entering the physical cavern. They had a second that they'd plant right before getting to the shooting location that would seal them and the crew onto the set.

Then they would make the term "shooting location" more literal than the crew had intended.