Rain pounds the corrugated roof. Inside, XANDER CAGE (Vin Diesel) sits alone on a crate, cracked sunglasses in one hand, a dented lighter in the other.
Xander stands. Pours cheap whiskey onto the concrete. A Kannada ritual he learned from a fallen friend in Bengaluru. Rain pounds the corrugated roof
Xander flicks the lighter. Once. Twice. No flame. Just sparks. Rain pounds the corrugated roof. Inside
He exhales. For once, there’s no quip. No explosion waiting. cracked sunglasses in one hand
(to the night) Fight’s not the same without the ghost. But I’ll carry your scope in my ribs. Always.
Sebastien, perched on a crane, wind slicing his hood. He doesn’t look at Xander. Just whispers into comms: "Don’t miss me, brother. Miss the shot."