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| Three men in their mid to late thirties, wearing O.D. tank tops, pants, and combat boots. Two of the men, Hector and Valdez, field strip UZI's, M-16's. The third man, Cortez sits at a table made from a 4 by 8 foot piece of plywood and saw horses. He's, about 6 ft, long hair in a pony tail, molds unpackaged C-4 into shaped explosive charges. He takes a break, wipes his hands with a rag and walks over to a desk. |
| JOHN CONNOR types on a Macintosh Millennium 3000 computer. Sixteen years old, brown combed back hair, dressed in rumpled blue jeans and a black shirt. John lets out an sigh. |
| IN THE HALL Sarah knocks on the door. She places her Browning automatic in the back of her pants. She pulls her jacket down over it. IN THE ROOM John picks up a Sig Sawyer 9mm automatic from the desk. Cortez looks through the peephole in the door while holding an UZI. He slowly opens the door. Sarah steps in. John puts down the Sig. Cortez leans close to Sarah as she walks in, whispering to her. |
(softly) |
| Sarah gently kisses Cortez on the cheek. John thrusts a notebook computer into his book bag while Sarah approaches. |
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