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Exterior shot of a glistening Wayne-Powers building. As the sun rapidly sinks, we see a momentary flash of bat wings. Terry, in the Batsuit, has come to a landing on the roof. He is gone as quickly as he appeared.

Interior building. A little later. We are looking down at Derek Powers traversing a hallway with a few bodyguards. As the camera follows him, we see Terry is following him also, creeping along the shadowy beams overhead.

They enter a work area where employees are loading canisters into crates. Another business man is reviewing some data. At the sight of Powers, he smiles and moves to greet him.

With a mixture of awe and dread, Bruce murmurs over the radio, "They're speaking Kasnian."

Softly, Terry whispers, "How can you tell?"

Terry's POV. As he gazes at Powers and the foreign businessman, we see blinking letters: TRANSLATE. The only bit of the conversation that's salvageable is, "—by tomorrow night." The men shake hands again, and Powers leads his guest back to the door he entered through. "Can I offer you anything?"

Shot of Terry watching them leave. Fade to: the same shot, later. It's dark. A different perspective reveals that the canisters are all packed up and everyone has gone home.

"Now," says Bruce.

Terry drops to the floor. He stalks around the room, looking for more details on what the gas is and where it's going. "What's Kasnia?" he whispers.

"A small country in Eastern Europe. If you watched the news, you'd know they've been having a civil war for upwards of four years. A military state versus a radical militia."

"Who are the good guys?"

"Are you asking who burns fewer villages?"

Terry freezes. Across the broad room, Inque is standing at a computer. The screen flashes: DOWNLOAD COMPLETE. She withdraws a transparent card and absorbs it into her hand.

Terry raises his voice. "Chloe Clay."

She twists around, a disturbing image, taking battle form. When her eye locks onto him, she grows a second pair of arms which flatten into blades.

Terry speaks gently. "That was your name, right?"

"Was."

She whips her arms, and the blade parts break off. Terry bends backward to avoid them, but one tears a deep gash in his side, exposing a red underlayer of suit. Inque surges toward him like a tide. In a second, her lost bits stretch back toward her, and as they reconnect, they seize Terry by the arms and legs from all sides.

"It's Inque now," she explains.

"Okay. Inque. Powers did this to you," Terry says. He struggles in vain. "He took your life away. He took something from me, too."

"Is that what you think, that I'm here for revenge? It's a small mind that thinks of revenge when you can have information."

He activates his rockets. Inque lets out an eerie scream as he blasts upward, but he hits the ceiling and lands awkwardly not far away. Another blade stretches toward his neck, pinning him against the wall. "Um, what kind of information?" he asks.

Inque almost sounds amused. "You're one of the sidekicks, aren't you?"

Out of nowhere, a laser tears a hole in her body. More shots are fired as Terry and Inque spring away from each other. Terry takes a few hits, too, then takes cover. We can see smoking burns on his chest now. Another shot reveals high-powered security guards in the doorway.

Inque composes herself and picks up an enormous but empty steel barrel. She smashes it onto the canisters. They're damaged, but not broken. She raises the barrel again.

"Stop!" Terry shouts.

As Inque hurls the barrel down onto the canisters, she shoots toward the ceiling to disappear. The collision breaks the canisters open and releases a green gas.

Terry jumps out where the guards can see him. "Run!"

They aim at him. They hesitate. That green gas is burning away at the linoleum. They turn to flee – and the door is jammed. A brief shot shows Inque on the other side of the door, withdrawing nine long, ribbon-like fingers from the door's control pad.

Back in the room, both guards frantically radio for help. Terry runs toward them, holding his wounded side as the outer layer of his suit begins to melt off. "Hang onto me!" he says to the guards, and half-jumps, half-grapples to the beams stretching across the ceiling. He carries them to the passage he used to get in.

"That's not supposed to be here," says a guard.

"Yeah well this company was built by a nutjob," says Terry.

Cut to another room of canisters. These hold mutagen. Inque sets a homemade bomb to explode and slithers into a tiny air duct. BOOM.

Cut to the adjacent hallway. More armed guards are responding. They're repulsed by the shockwave, which takes out a few of them. Behind them, Inque takes feminine form. She pushes one intact mutagen canister out of her chest. She twists the lid and hurls it into the middle of the guards.

Terry runs around a corner, following the two guards he's saved. They all stagger to an abrupt stop. Reverse shot: Inque has disappeared. A yellow gas is filling the hallway. Coughing guards struggle to get away from it, but those in the thick of it are already collapsing with crisping, peeling skin. They seem to be losing their ability to move and breathe. "McGinnis," comes Bruce's voice.

Cut to interior Batcave. The dog is whining, picking up on the tension. The computer displays a Batsuit schematic, and the chest, ribs, and shoulders are highlighted in flashing red. There is a tint of fear and regret in Bruce's eyes, as if to ask, What have I done? He barks, "You've taken hits. You may be exposed. Get out!"

Cut back to Terry. By his heavy breathing, we can see he's disturbed by the carnage, afraid of what he's about to do. "I can take more than they can!"

He runs into the cloud and reaches for the guards who are still moving. He throws one over his shoulder. Two grab onto his arms. The guards he's already saved seem inspired to follow suit, and they each drag someone away from the cloud. Their skin begins peeling.

They pause at an armored door. The cloud is creeping after them. "Open it!" Terry urges.

The door is unresponsive. A frustrated guard takes the butt of his gun to the control pad. Once it's thoroughly smashed, he takes a look at the wires. Black ooze drips from them. Leftover Inque.

Bruce ways, "It's nerve gas. You need to get to higher ground!"

Sounding like he needs assurance himself, Terry says, "Hang on. Everybody hang on."

He drops the dying guards and winds up. Hits the doors as hard as he can with a painful grunt. There's a slight dent. Next he winds up and kicks. Another slight dent.

The cloud has reached them. Now everyone but Terry is coughing, sweating. Some of the guards start throwing up. When they see their peeling skin, they scream. Those most exposed are seizing.

Terry attacks the doors more passionately. He breaks a few gadgets against it. "Explosives?" he asks Wayne.

"None with you," is the grim reply. "I'm looking for alternate exits!"

"Oh, God!" a guard wheezes. "I can't move!"

"Just hang on!" Terry panics.

Another guard grasps him by the wrist. His nose and eyes are leaking. With a look of desperation, he gasps, "Tomorrow night. They're shipping it out tomorrow night. It's too late… too late to save us… but wherever it's going, don't let it… don't let them use it…"

"I'm not leaving you here," says Terry, but his heroic and firm tone is tainted with fear.

"Please don't," the guard whimpers.

Wide shot. As the last man loses consciousness, Terry kneels beside him with a comforting hand on his shoulder.