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The Aston-Martin reaches the riverbank and goes AIRBORNE. It

ROCKETS through the air towards the party barge.

We see the car REFLECTED in Kirill's glasses as he AIMS.

On a little SCREEN we see the missile launcher HOME IN on

the HEAT SOURCE of the jet engine.

The missile locks-in and FIRES...

HEATSEEKER P.O.V. - we see a GREEN CAR with all its hot spots

GLOWING RED. Camera ROARS towards the flying car.

INT. ASTON-MARTIN - FLYING - NIGHT

Sterling sees the missile streaking at him.

STERLING:

Oh bloody hell!

EXT. THE RIVER - NIGKT

WHOOMPH! The Aston-Martin EXPLODES in mid-air.

Partygoers shriek as the AXLE and FLAMING RIMS rain down on

the deck.

Kirill takes the cigarette from his ear, PUFFS IT.

Finally, Sterling's flaming BOW TIE flutters down and lands

on a LEAPING SALMON ICE-SCULPTURE above a tantalizing SEAFOOD

BUFFET.

CUT TO:

EXT. WASHINGTON D.C.

A STRAFING SHOT over the city. We make a sudden left turn

and SPEED OUT OF TOWN.

We shoot over to the BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAINS of VIRGINIA. In

the middle of NOWHERE we dive towards a COMPLEX OF BLACK

BUILDINGS.

INT. UNDERGROUND HEADQUARTERS - HALLWAY - NIGHT

Inside it's modern, cold and high tech. An elevator COUNTS

DOWN to a deep basement level.

The doors open and a TALL MAN man with a PROSTHETIC LEG

strides down the empty hall. AGENT GIBBONS is African-

American, a battle-scarred WARRIOR. Even with a limp he looks

sturdy, confident, deadly.

At the end of the hall is a METAL DOOR.

INT. ULTIMATE INFORMATION ROOM - NIGHT

Gibbons walks into the INFORMATION ROOM of the NATIONAL

SECURITY AGENCY (NSA). There are WORLD MAPS, SATELLITE IMAGES

on COMPUTER SCREENS, TECHIES monitoring everything.

If a nuclear war broke out, you could run the country from

down here.

Gibbons takes an elevator up.

INT. SAM TANNICK'S OFFICE - NIGHT

The office is expensive yet devoid of personality, reflecting

the shadowy nature of it's owner. One wall is GLASS, looking

down on the information room. SAM TANNICK, grizzled NSA chief,

looks down at the activity below.

SAM TANNICK:

Come.

Gibbons enters, stands by the desk.

GIBBONS:

Evening, Sam.

Sam remains in shadow.

SAM TANNICK:

What do you have?

GIBBONS:

Not a whole helluva lot. His final

transmission was mangled. About

something or someone called "Ahab".

Whatever it is, it cost him his life.

SAM TANNICK:

He was the best there was. That makes

three agents lost.

GIBBONS:

They're ruthless and they have a lot

of firepower. It's only a matter of

time before they figure out how to

deploy Silent Night. Then we're gonna

have a catastrophe on our hands.

SAM TANNICK:

Silent Night in the hands of a bunch

of impertinent cowboys

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