F.R.A.N.K.I.E. Or A Procrastinatory Approach To End A Conversation

Fictional Reality: A Nuclear Kid-oh yeah, I see it now! Frankie! But Oapateac? Must be like an anagram, right...A peacoat? For a subtitle? Frankie A Peacoat? What does a jacket, which is mostly worn by sailors, have to do with Frankie? Forget the subtitle, a'ight.

So, who's Frankie? She's like the deadliest weapon on the planet. No joke. And not only that, a death squad is out to capture her and use her abilities to its own advantage. Sort of like Chloe, right? Nah. Whereas Chloe relies on the gaze, let's just say Frankie prefers a softer touch. Just kidding. Frankie can harness the power of an entire army combined. Serious. Her dial is well-past beast mode! However, while she's evading capture, she accidentally collides with a bus transporting a girls junior varsity lacrosse team, who is on its way to an upcoming match. A deadly shootout ensues between Frankie and the National Guard, yada, yada, yada, then later, after the lacrosse team is interrogated by FBI agents, who believe the shootout was "terrorist" related, each player strangely disappears overnight-Who would've thought?

With very little knowledge of their abductors, the lacrosse players wake up inside holding cells, only to be questioned by three strange men, two claiming to be doctors-what a load of bulls**t! Their sole mission, according to the "doctors," is to conduct a series of assessments in order to rehash the nightmarish attack, which the lacrosse team desperately wants to forget. But what do you know? Some of the players' stories don't add up. One of the girls is lying! And that lie can either save a country on the brink of war or leave an already divided country even more divided.

Oh yeah, P.S., forgot to mention: a familiar face enters frame. First name Joshua. Last name-well, I don't wanna spoil the ending. Y'all are in for a surprise...