Metropolis

A slick-black JET COPTER drops silently from the sky.

INT. WAREHOUSE - CONTINUOUS

Pieces of advanced computer technology lie scattered about

the large work table. A small kitchen and bedroom in the

back.

Speakers pour in one of Handel's aching melodies.

The music suddenly pierced by the shriek of a giant Bird

of Prey diving across the room.

EXT. STREET - CONTINUOUS

A tight knot of bodyguards disgorge from the copter.

Tense eyes sweeping the street, they finally give the all-

clear signal.

HALDEN, a charismatic bull of a man, emerges from the

copter. He moves with the confidence of someone who knows

he can't be touched.

INT. WAREHOUSE - CONTINUOUS

The sound of Handel's concert mixes with the sound of

claws tearing apart flesh.

TANNER sits in the middle of the room. He is early

forties, athletic build, and a face that holds too many

memories.

His insomniac-stained eyes studying the Holographic Chess

Board as the knight mounted on the Bird of Prey slaughters

a pawn.

DISEMBODIED VOICE (O.S.)

Visitors.

Tanner snaps his attention to --

INT. WALL SIZE MONITOR

Halden and his men head toward the warehouse.

INT. WAREHOUSE

Tanner's eyes harden at the sight of Halden. A long beat,

then he finally shakes his head in resigned disgust.

TANNER:

Permit entry.

The sound of dead bolts automatically sliding open.

MOMENTS LATER:

The bodyguards stand motionless in the corner, doing their

best to look like furniture.

Halden moves through the holographic chess board, his eyes

on Tanner.

HALDEN:

A legend fell tonight.

His stare now ripping into Tanner.

HALDEN:

The unrunnable maze. Impossible to

get through.

(thick smile)

Well, some kid just danced it like

it was some six bit video game.

Tanner doesn't blink. His voice matter-of-fact.

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