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James's bellowing laughter settles in the partially empty warehouse. Devin is surrounded by eight gunmen. All weapons trained on him. James approaches Devin. Stops a few feet away. JAMES (looking disgusted) Who the fuck do you and your merry band of fucking weirdos think you are? I knew you were trouble. Never liked your ass. Devin scans the room. JAMES (cont'd) You think you seven have the power to take from us? Bitch please! James pulls his weapon from his shoulder holster. Racks the slide. JAMES (cont'd) You motherfuckers don't have enough guns! Devin smiles. DEVIN See James. The the thing about us weirdos... Devin pulls up his facial covering. Outlining a red skull jaw. DEVIN (cont'd) We don't care how many guns you have. JAMES (looking around, smiling to the group) And why is that? Devin's eyes begin to glow. JAMES (cont'd) (eyes wide) The fuck? DEVIN They won't be enough. All of the lights go out. Inaudible confusion is heard from the gunmen. JAMES Shoot him! GUNMAN #1 I can't see shit. GUNMAN #2 Where is he? The room suddenly illuminates. Devin is pulsating with electricity. Hands cuffed, generating a blue orb of energy. JUMP CUT TO: EXT. WAREHOUSE-DOWNTOWN ATLANTA, GEORGIA 6:48PM Rapid firing weapons and carnage can be heard along with screams of pain and panic. Moments pass. Now Silence. Devin exits the building. He walks up the street. He reaches a black Audi parked on the street. Opens the door. Gets in closing the door behind him. He looks out the window at the warehouse. Pushes the start of the ignition. Drives pass the warehouse. The warehouse explodes. CUT TO: INT. DEVIN'S HOME-LAWRENCEVILLE, GEORGIA - 5:30 AM - SIX YEARS EARLIER Devin is walking gently through the hallway....