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INT. PRESIDENTIAL SUITE (MATRIX) – DAY

An enormous EXPLOSION hHUNDERS above them, shaking the building.
The ALARM SOUNDS, emergency sprinklers begin showering the room.

Agent Smith smashes a table.

AGENT SMITH
Find them and destroy them!

Agent Jones nods and touches his ear piece.

EXT. ROOF (MATRIX) – DAY

The roof access tower is now engulfed inflames as Neo and Trinity lay waste to a dozen more Marines. Guns and knives, like ex tensions of their bodies used with the same
dealy precision as their feet and their fists.

Across the roof, the plot inside the army helicter watches the procious onslaught.

PILOT
I repeat, we are under attack!

Suddenly his face, his Whole body dissolves

NEO
Trinity!

Agent Jones charges.

NEO
… help.

His GUN BOOMS as we enter the The AIR
SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry
flies as Neo twists, bends, ducks just
between them. Agent Jones still running,
narrows the gap, the BULLETS coming
faster until Neo bent impossibly back,
one hand on the ground as a spiraling
gray ball shears open his shoulder.

He starts to scream as another digs a
red groove across his thigh.

He has only time to look up, to see the
barrel when Agent Jones, standing over him,
pulls the TRIGGER the final time.

CLICK. Empty.

Neo rolls, reaching for another gun when
around-house kick snaps his jaw.
Agent Jones grabs the gun and levels