out of the sl

a heavy thud. She reached into the trunk and pulled out he

was waiting by the

d. Reporters shoved microphones through the metal bars, shouting rapid-f

ored them

dark hair over her shoulder, adjusted her aviator sunglasses, an

vy glass doors and entered

ways until she found the green

lipboards, adjusting headsets, and yelling into walkie-

ter stood in the c

completely pale. He looked terrified that the woman who just destroyed

her, his finger po

don't care what you do on Twitter. On my set, you stick to the script.

him blankly throu

zipped a massive, heavy canvas duffe

her bare arm

k in as 'performance art equipment,'" she

ow, she pulled out a solid,

stopped instantly. Everyone stared at the gray constructi

he block onto th

d. She rolled her shoulders, stretching her

ut of his head. "What... what in th

oked at h

nt for my grand entrance," she ann

words, Sloane lay down flat on

uction Assistant standing nearby.

ing. He looked at Gerry for perm

rked, her voice cr

rembling, lifted the heavy concrete block

breathing remained perfectly st

ht hand back into t

wooden handle. She pulled out a lit

scre

ated panic. He grabbed his megaphone, his voice

hrieked, terrified of a fatal, bloody acci

ians dropped their cables an

ith intense physical effort, they struggled to lift th

sighed

rpet, expressing extreme, theatrical disa

up effortlessly. She dusted off the front

erry's frantic orders. He kept his heavy lens focused enti

oticed t

to the camera and gave

a chalky antacid pill, and dry-swallowed it. He realized, with

ard Sloane. They realized instantly that she was absolutely nothin

the heavy ste

casually on her shoulder, holdin

by the massive chaos she had just caus

inted a shaky, trembling finger toward

her shoulder. She picked up a glazed donut, leaving the ent