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Bagman: Pandemonium

Superheated glass shattered and fell in sparkling rain to the street below, gouts of flame roaring afterward. The drone shook, whipped about in the torrential draft from the shattered window. A female figure, shrouded in living fire, dove screaming out of the shattered window. The buffeting air as she fell fanned the flames to a fury before she hit the concrete far, far below.

Compensate. Pan up. Shift focus.

Two shadows dance a death struggle inside a smoky office-suite. One small, one large, both inhumanly fast. They moved in rapid circles around one another, trading blows with blurred intensity. Blood is smeared across spider-webbed glass.

Zoom out. Pan down.

Police cruisers on the scene, meeting a sporadic evacuation of corporate refugees. Clumps of tiny figures give the smoldering corpse a wide berth.

Pan up. Shift focus. Search.

The fighters are lost in a heavy shroud of black smoke.

Zoom out. Pan down.

An officer emerging from her black police cruiser, taking control, barking orders.

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