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The
innocent
man
stood
bewildered
,
a
cigarette
burning
in
his
hand
.
He
stared
at
the
Hound
,
not
knowing
what
it
was
.
He
probably
never
knew
.
He
glanced
up
at
the
sky
and
the
wailing
sirens
.
The
cameras
rushed
down
.
The
Hound
leapt
up
into
the
air
with
a
rhythm
and
a
sense
of
timing
that
was
incredibly
beautiful
.
Its
needle
shot
out
.
It
was
suspended
for
a
moment
in
their
gaze
,
as
if
to
give
the
vast
audience
time
to
appreciate
everything
,
the
raw
look
of
the
victim
's
face
,
the
empty
street
,
the
steel
animal
a
bullet
nosing
the
target
.
"
Montag
,
do
n't
move
!
"
said
a
voice
from
the
sky
.
The
camera
fell
upon
the
victim
,
even
as
did
the
Hound
.
Both
reached
him
simultaneously
.
The
victim
was
seized
by
Hound
and
camera
in
a
great
spidering
,
clenching
grip
.
He
screamed
.
He
screamed
.
He
screamed
!
Blackout
.
Silence
.
Darkness
.
Montag
cried
out
in
the
silence
and
turned
away
.
Silence
.
And
then
,
after
a
time
of
the
men
sitting
around
the
fire
,
their
faces
expressionless
,
an
announcer
on
the
dark
screen
said
,
"
The
search
is
over
,
Montag
is
dead
;
a
crime
against
society
has
been
avenged
.
"
Darkness
.
