The MAP CASE in the FG, popping out of PAYNE’S outstretched grip, falling into the raging inferno belowdecks.
PAYNE howling in pain and outrage.
And SABRE, now standing with one BOOT on his back, the point of her SWORD at the base of his skull.
She looks very willing to end him.
1. SABRE: …not.
2. PAYNE: NO!!!
Small. The MAP CASE tumbling down, into the fires below.
Stet, but it’s falling, disappearing into the flames.
Stet, and the case is gone.