(loading last mag) They’re not here for the money. They’re here to erase us.
Dom pulls a flashbang. Lena nods.
(panting, bleeding from the ear) Who tipped them?
Then screaming. Then more gunfire — but now chaotic, blind.
Distant sirens getting louder. Then cut to black.
Dom drags Lena into an alley. Behind them: three bodies on the asphalt. Two wrecked SUVs. Steam rising from a blown radiator. And the duffel bag — forgotten — lying in a pool of oil and rain.
(breath fogging glass) That’s not our handoff.
She spins — too slow. A bullet rips past her ear, chips concrete into her face.