AGENT MICHAEL SCARN ruggedly handsome without even trying, relaxes at his desk, feet up, reviewing a case file. His gun rests next to his FBI badge, which glints in the office's buzzing florescent light. Dressed in a suit, he's loosened his tie and undone some of the buttons, revealing his hairy chest.

CATHERINE ZETA-JONES into the office. Acting on instinct, Michael Scarn leans back in his chair and rams his feet forward, tipping his desk over onto the floor. Michael catches his gun in midair, then crouches down behind the overturned desk for cover. She qiuckly protects her face behind

Seductively, she inches nearer, stepping over the mess.

He steps over to Catherine, grabs her around the waist, and pulls her in close.

He kisses her hard, she melts in his arms. After a few seconds he lets go, and quickly heads for the door, then turns around toward her.

He exits the office, slamming the door behind him.

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Michael walks quickly down a hallway. A low-level employee carrying a large stack of files blocks his path, and is too slow to get out of the way. Michael pushes him down, sending papers flying.

He approaches a cluster of very attractive secretaries. He notices them and slows his stride a bit, gives them a nod and a wink, then quickens down the hallway. The women all giggle and swoon.

An elevator opens into an expansive parking garage and Michael steps out.

We hear the DERP DERP of a car alarm, and Michael opens the door of a ridiculously expensive foreign sports car. Suddenly he whips out his gun, but he does so so quickly it skids across the neighboring parking space. We see him mouth 'danm'. He quickly withdraws a throwing star from his chest pocket and crouches behind the car door, gazing at the quivering trees nearby. A squirrel hops out onto a branch, holding an acorn.

Standing up, he straightens, dusts off his jacket and clears his throat. He speeds off, tires SQUEALING, out of the parking garage.