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Now the General is in the dark with the corpses. He spins

towards the window of the refrigerator.

SERGEANT MORRISON'S FACE: Stares back at him,

almost magnified in frosty thick glass. The face of a fan.

GENERAL YEAGER: Stares back at him as at a hound

from the gates of hell.

LONG, LONG CORRIDOR - MAGRUDER NAVAL BASE -

NIGHT

The length of two football fields, this tunnel underlies the

administration building of the giant naval base. ECHOES

OF WOOD CRASHING AGAINST STEEL sound along the

hallway.

At a tall but narrow door, a BURLY SAILOR stands guard,

a rifle across his chest. Twenty yards away AD- MIRAL

BRENDAN FOSTER FARRAGUT strides rapidly towards

this doorway with COMMANDER HOR- ATIO GRANT

LINDBERG AT HIS SIDE.

As they approach. the Burly Sailor speaks out the side of

his mouth, one hand touching his baton.

BURLY SAILOR: -- I've left him alone like they said, Sir,

but if you ask me --.

COMMANDER LINDBERG: (cutting him off as the

Admiral strides into the room) Nobody did, Sailor.

UNDERGROUND INTERROGATION ROOM - NIGHT

The Navy counterpart to the secured Marine briefing

room is in shambles. The table is overturned, chairs are

thrown against the wall, the map has been ripped from

the ceiling and now, for good measure, Tim Prepp is