Flynn marches through the hallways of the Dubai International Cricket Stadium, mumbling angrily to himself.

He also grumbled all the way on the elevator ride down with the competitors that also didn’t dive off the building.

“NK! Goddammit! What happened to the plan?!?”

Flynn punts the door open to the tag champs’ locker room.

“We were supposed to DOUBLE-COMPETE! All our strategies were based on having TWO guys! I had to…” Flynn retches disgusted. “improvise! I had to get real FUCKIN’ creative out there without you!”

He stomps in angrily, slamming the door behind him.

“I almost killed Bourbon with a cinder block to his helicopter…”

Flynn snorts angrily… Then looks up thoughtfully.

“Now that I think about it… The pilot didn’t land in the net. Did I kill that pilot?”

…Flynn shrugs, then goes right back to being grumpy.

“Whatever. GOD DAMMIT! Where were you?!? Whe-“

Flynn turns around. And their locker room… Appears empty.

“Where… ARE you?”

…

Flynn looks around curiously… Then his ears perk. A low muffled groan.

Coming from the lockers!

Flynn runs over and starts tearing them open one by on-

!!!

NK flops forward from the middle-most locker! Arms bound! Handkerchief in his mouth!

Flynn gasps… But doesn’t catch his partner who falls face first to the floor.

…

Flynn looks up to the ceiling, shaking his fists at the sky as he howls.

“THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”