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The rear bumper of the spy car opens. SMOKE BOMBS drop out.

They explode in MASSIVE CLOUDS, obscuring the narrow, street.

Sterling skids around a corner.

The blinded bad guys drive straight into a STOREFRONT. Glass

and merchandise flies as the SUV gets stuck.

The Aston-Martin rounds another corner and slides to a stop.

Blocking the road ahead are two more SUV's.

A MOTORCYCLE slides to a stop in front of them. The rider is

ANDERS, a leather clad biker who looks half Viking.

Anders pulls out a SILENCED SUB-MACHINE GUN and starts

BLASTING.

BULLETS SLAM into the Aston-Martin, cracking the bullet-proof

glass, shattering headlights, and BLOWING OUT THE FRONT TIRES!

Sterling jams it into reverse and backs around the corner on

the RIMS.

INT. ASTON-MARTIN - IDLING - NIGHT

Sterling notices an ERROR MESSAGE now flashing on his computer

screen:
"TRANSMISSION ERROR: - DATA PARTIALLY SENT".

Sterling looks around desperately. Somehow he's got to get

this data out of here.

Straight ahead is the RIVER. Chugging up the river: a PARTY

BARGE.

PARTYGOERS in formal attire dance to an orchestra. A SWIMMING

POOL is in the middle of the deck for a perfect water landing.

STERLING:

Time for a slow boat to China.

He hits a BUTTON.

EXT. COBBLESTONE STREET - NIGHT

The rear license plate folds down, revealing a ROCKET ENGINE.

Flames spew as he jams down the accelerator.

Sterling is pushed back into his seat by the G-forces.

SPARKS fly from the rims as he skips across the pavement at

ever increasing speed.

Anders FIRES with his gun, but Sterling is getting away!

But then KIRILL steps around the corner. He's academic

looking, a CHAIN SMOKING intellectual with COKE-BOTTLE

GLASSES. He's also a highly proficient and cold-blooded

SNIPER.

Kirill puts his lit cigarette behind his ear and unslings a

SURFACE-TO-AIR MISSILE LAUNCHER from his shoulder.

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