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(As shirtless Jack clutches his freshly bloodied neck, he hears a familiar voice magically floating about him.)
???: Nice place.
out for you.
(He is hiding behind the rail of the balcony, looking out for the shooter. The taunting continues.)
???: Don’t hide, you’re
a big boy now.
(Now a shot from above nicks his back.)
(Jack now dangles below the balcony, apparently only wearing pants. The cityscape gleams below and around him.)
(He lets himself drop, floating past a sign for Harlan's Art Museum.)
???: Good boy. Let’s have
(Jack floats down into an alley.)
(Jack has landed on a dumpster and still clutches his neck.)
???: Don’t you owe that to me?
After all that I’ve done
(KRAK! Another bullet hits the brick wall near his head.)
(As another bullet comes in, it misses him, as he is turning into a pile of lizards. Only his legs haven't turned just yet, still crouching on the dumpster.)
(OK, and his upper body, which is trailing lizards as it clings to the brick wall.)
???: Wow, Angela could do that.
(And here's the taunting sniper - Vitus in a trenchcoat)
VITUS: She can't do
anything anymore. Because of you...