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Julian finished the stitches, closed it with a knot, slopped more rum over everything to wash off excessblood, and then pulled another sheet off the bed. He half-cut half-tore a sizeable strip off it with help ofthe scissors and pulled it around Griffin's neck, fashioning it into a sling."Can you walk?" Julian asked."Yeah.""Let's go."Neo finally lifted his head from his arms and got back onto his feet, hand against the wall for support,still looking a little green but otherwise fine. "I'm okay," he said.Not-Tim looked back at him from where he had been gazing thoughtfully at the crowds in front of thebuilding. "Sure?"Neo nodded. "How do we get in?"**"It's not getting in that's the problem. They want you in, with the others. Tranquilised. I'm not sure whatthey'll do with me, but-"Not-Tim broke off. He suddenly regretted not shaving that morning. Or the previous morning, as amatter of fact. And many mornings before that, because it meant that any plan they hatched to get inand get the others out or home would have to be carried out without resorting to conveniently swappingpositions and making full use of those few but vital seconds when the guards ended up first targeting theguy who knew less kung fu while the other took them out from the back. The vast difference in amountof facial hair was a bit too much of a giveaway. As were the ten years or so of age, but if they werequick, no one might have had time to notice...Still, awesome science fiction trilogy aside, he doubted that the security holding back the crowds werethat familiar with the oeuvre of Keanu Charles Reeves. First to get inside.They discussed plans, briefly, then not-Tim pulled off his blazer and dumped it on the Norton, lookingmore generic in T-shirts and jeans, capable of passing as perhaps some guy named Eric, whom no oneeven knew existed anyway."Let's roll," he said, and he and Neo made their way to the front of the building.They raised their hands in surrender when the robotic guards turned their guns at them."I believe you've got our friends in there," not-Tim said carefully.Somewhere in the crowd, a random Matrix fan yelled something happy. Neo looked uncomfortable.Brief talk among the guards, then four of them broke off from the others. Two grabbed hold of not-Tim,the other two of Neo.A beep as their wrist-tags were scanned. One of the guards gave a start and looked from the reading tonot-Tim, who raised an eyebrow.They led them inside, and the door clanged dully shut.The inside smelt new: of freshly set concrete, walls lacking in paint and the floor a dismal grey.Makeshift fluorescent lights swung from the ceiling and flooded the corridor with their glare. Morecorridors of grey and white led off adjacently from them at intervals. From them came voices, screams,angry shouts, and not-Tim tried to ignore them.Then they turned into one of those corridors and went down it to the end, until they reached a dead wallahead with the right side opening up into a large room behind bars.The others were there, standing or sitting or lying down in various parts of the cell. They watched as aguard unlocked the gate and swiftly shoved Neo and the actor in. Then the gate was shut and lockedonce more and the guards went away, one of them speaking into his walkie-talkie."You," Ludlow said, glaring.