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  1. "We done good, Manny?" "I hope so, Okm, but the Boss can be fickle." "What's fickle mean, Manny?" "Changes her mind, Okm." "Ok. Lunchtime?"
  2. - The henchmen carry Tweet to the elevator, and secure his hands and feet with zip-ties. Then, Manny presses HQ on the panel and steps out.-
  3. "You're just like the boss that way, Okm. A hopeless romantic. Come on, let's load him into the elevator."
  4. "Hurry up, Manny. I think he's waking up!" "Okm, man, relax! You can just punch him again." "But won't the boss be made I hurt his face?"
  5. -... a door slides up in the rock's face, revealing a corridor.-
  6. - Okm and Manny carry the unconscious Tweet out of the trailer, and up a dirt path, girded by a rock wall. Manny knocks on the rock and...-
  7. - Tweet jumps from behind the boxes, only to slip and fall. The heavy bruiser Okm punches Tweet in the face. Lights out, again, for Tweet. -
  8. Just a few steps closer... come on, fellas, I can almost feel you breathing on me...
  9. "The boss is gonna be pissed!" "Wait a minute, stupid! Check behind the boxes!" "No, YOU check behind the boxes." "Okm, we'll BOTH check!"
  10. [The door opens, and the cab is empty, except for several stacked boxes.]
  11. "What do you think the boss wants with him?" "Tweet? I don't know. Said something about used to know him way back when." "Ok. Open it up"
  12. Uh oh. There's movement outside. and nowhere for me to really hide in here. Rock and a hard place, Tweet, rock and a hard place.
  13. Oh, right. I'm in the back of a tractor trailer. At least that steel drum music's stopped. Wonder what these boxes have in them?
  14. What? Feels like we've stopped. And cripes, it's COLD! And dark. Where the hell am I?
  15. [The sound of brakes whining. Boxes lurch and fall with a thud. A moan in the darkness.]
  16. [ Blackness. Silence.]
  17. [ "THREE, TWO, ONE." KRAKA-BOOOOOOM ]
  18. Hold on, seaman. What's going on? "Hold on, sir, and shield your eyes. The explosion may blind you." What explosion? "The impending one."
  19. - The fighting increases in the clearing below, and the copter drops a device, and begins to bank away from the caopy. -
  20. "No one would believe you anyway, sir." No, I guess you're right, soldier. "Seaman, sir. I'm a Navy man." Right, sorry, seaman.