48828:Dialog
(Shaking her head) Old D. Nothing if not predictable. In moves and ‘tudes.
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48827:Action
Blitz shifts her snarl into a prideful look of triumph. She slides off Night Terror, stands up, then offers an assisting hand down to him. He ignores her offer, standing up on his own.
48824:Action
Night Terror (unfazed by his defenseless position) stares up at Blitz with an annoyed expression hidden behind his mask.
48822:Text
Plopping down onto Night Terror’s mid-section, the woman – Blitz – glares down with a fierce snarl plastered on her face.
48819:Action
Night Terror is laser focused on the comings and goings at the Caldero – a small Cuban restaurant with an active night life. He rubs his finger against the edge of his goggles, and the specialized lenses zoom in on the establishment’s large windows to provide him a detailed inventory of the patrons carousing within.
48817:Text
Perched on the edge of a rooftop 15 stories high, Night Terror spies down at the streets below. With his dark hooded cape draped around him, he is but a black spot in the night sky should anyone look upwards.
48808:Action
Sunil nods, and rolls over – his back now to Henry. But neither of his eyes close, as thoughts race around inside his head. He unconsciously brings a hand up to his own throat and begins to frantically rub his fingers against the base of his neck. When he realizes his unconscious habit, he pulls