the soviet v.i.p.'s open up presents of pink l.a. gear tennis shoes, silly t-shirts, and nintendo joysticks as a standing darwin hypnotizes them.
bullets stop splintering around anna at the railing as the soldiers fling out their empty cartridges to reload.
minera sits down next to the pained alex.
alex gulps down the last of the candy bar, shivering.
hawk runs up to a woozy anna and helps her up. she has a cross-shaped blood stain on her forehead.