An ATF rookie cop transforms from straitlaced newb to Death Metal Disciple at warp speed to go deep undercover and bust an alt-rock tour fronting a ruthless drug ‘n guns trafficking network. Think – "Sicario" meets "Metallica."

SYNOPSIS:

ACT I: Body-slamming “nu rock” mayhem to its fevered gangbanger fan base– the “Life Of A Sky” band takes center stage at the backwater “Myth” club. Their shake & baked horde isn’t here just for the jam– but as a built-in customer base for the synth-drug trade the band backchannels to support its tour dates. Yeah, it’s tough being rock & roll demigods these days without a “Capital One’s” road support.

Scoping the off-chain gig, find ATF undercover rookie VAN VESSEY (late 20’s), straitlaced, Country & Western as they come. But beneath the veneer lies one skilled in tactical missile systems and steampunk bikes from her U.S. Army days. Her partner, TONY SOLIZ (50’s), is the ATF vet with the steely resolve of a vaquero, cowboys once chosen to head cattle drives through old Mexico. His first priority: “We gotta give you a dope tag, ‘Vandal,’ as in vandal of men’s hearts,” as he’s not going under with “some game show hostess.” Also trolling the band’s ballers are two ATF, deep-covers. They’re set to break the case wide open when their informant, the band’s Guitarist, is ruthlessly electrocuted like a bug-zapped moth, mid-set.

We find the band’s lead singer, DEY VENDETTES (30’s), a man more phantom than mortal with a Jack White vibe– smoked out the Guitarist’s rat chatter and’s put his road crew down to dealing with the ATF plants. These Roadies, BOAB and WANK– a live action “Ren & Stimpy”– challenge the ATF’ers to a shoot-up test. When the deep covers fail– the Roadies turn the ATF’s playbook of “setting up false drug buys” against the undercover plants with a Chi-Raq gang ambush. As Soliz and Vandal inbound hot, the gang unleashes a blistering onslaught on the narcs, then celebrates by taking Dey’s price-gouged offer on Grenade Launchers filched from Afghan war stock.

The agents’ deaths jeopardizing Soliz’s case, he’s left with but one choice as we hit the road in ACT II– covertly insert the novice Vandal into the tour as a blogger for a college newspaper. Here we ignite Vandal’s character arc when, assuming her deep cover role, she must embrace all that goes against her home-schooled mores. In her first attempt, she confronts the band’s malicious den mother, CHRISSIE PORTILLA (30’s), hardcore chola who busts Vandal’s cakes out the door. So Vandal heads to a halfway house, where she acts as a counselor, to get the 411 from a Goth rehabaholic on how to outsmart this malevolent viper.

Next time up with the band– Vandal bitch-slaps her way past Chrissie to where Dey takes a liking to her. It isn’t long before she witnesses how brazen this alt-rock posse is when they sabotage a National Guard Convoy to steal battle-tested weapons and smuggled chunk. With Vandal having seen too much, the Roadies want her d.e.d. But she hangs on by hooking up with the slain Guitarist’s replacement– TEVIN GRAYSON (20’s), a “Greta Van Fleet” boy toy.

To suss out their growing suspicions over Vandal, the Roadies game her with the biggest hurdle yet. To join the tour, one must prove in the best “Blue Oyster Cult” tradition, one’s beaten the reaper and come back to life. However, Vandal’s more focused on gathering damming evidence by taking the lead in the next shitnado deal– streeting that military convoy’ed meth with the Chi-Raq gang. To level up, she wows the band’s gang clientele with a stuntin’ bike act on Chicago’s Navy Pier. The act goes horribly wrong when she takes on a CTA bus, front and center. She flat-lines in an Ambulance– only to resuscitate in the ICU. For the Roadies, this sickly proves she’s a “made-chick.” It’s come time for her to front the next deal, while owning up these rockers’ nu-metal magnetism corrupts her very soul.

Vandal’s “on point” in that deal gone bad when she goes batshit - "Mad Maxine" - a mechanized massacre of the five-state’s leading “straw seller,” the County Sheriff, and his cartel homies. Tracking the band with Vandal’s ATF Field Unit, the Sheriff turns out to have been the band’s sales comp all along. The band now rules alone as the Midwest’s full service, drugs ‘n guns supplier. However, the Sheriff’s brutal death enrages the ATF Group Super who threatens to shut down a case gone rogue. Seeing his hard won career tanking, the even-keeled Soliz lets ambition rule logic, leaving him vulnerable to the band’s own INFORMER setting him up for a hit. Vandal finds out about his lethal meet too late and tries to warn Soliz– who Wank ruthlessly guns down. That’s enough for the ATF Super to demand Vandal close shop.

But as we fire into ACT III, she wants her some mad payback on Dey and his Roadies who peg her sweets, Tevin, as the new rat. It’s suicide showdown time as Dey, plagued with a fatal disease himself, “invites-only” his best clients for a farewell auction at his swansong rave. Vandal freaks, thinking Dey’s insane to summon a triumvirate of straw sellers, gang bangers and alt-right militia. The Informer counters, “insanely brilliant,” as competing factions will eye rival homies scoring to where they’d better man-up or be Krispy Kreme’d.

Gatecrashing Dey’s fractal video rave– Vandal’s taken hostage by crank-crazed Chrissie who’s onto her game. Rolling with her UFC skills, Vandal chokes out Chrissie’s confession– her boy was the National Guard connect all the time. But there’s a nasty glitch as the band’s about to toe-tag Tevin in a mega-watt hit. Crackin’ havoc, Vandal smokes the Roadies and in a death metal melee, tarantino’s Dey and rescues Tevin. In saving Tevin, she gets straight with memories of losing her own child when she was an “at risk” teen like the halfway house Goth. And jobbed over the loss of her mentor, she gets the game-changing call– Soliz survived to return from the dead himself to franchise-up with her for their next rock & roll bust.