sam goes airborne. explodes through the windshield, outward bound. shower of glass, spritz of blood.  and then she's flying. slow motion, end over end.  we lose all sound. silence as she tumbles. below and behind her, the sunbird noiselessly erupts. fireball, sky high --
the basement of the old converted mill. a drafty, windswept place full of old, broken timbers. a river runs through it. a stream, at any rate. the waters are still and frozen now. above the stream -- a great wooden wheel. smaller corollary of the wheel outside. mounted on the same axis.
daedalus looks up from his prone position. in agony. a vision from hell approaches: a fiendish blue-skinned woman in a sodden nightgown. blood leaking from one wrist. she has risen, reborn, from the icy waters.
the incredible part. in slow motion, she does a double axel pirhouette. above the hood. mid-spin, she blows three shots through the windshield. kills everyone. keeps going. the car spins twice around. plows to a halt -- charly hits a picture perfect landing.
government vehicles, pulling up now. at the edge of the parking lot. 100 yards away, give or take. numerous sedans. the little debbie panel truck. agents crouch behind cars. weapons trained on the wounded behemoth.