Team up with the rebels overthrowing the System

You walk out of the abandoned building and onto the abandoned street. You wait around for a bit, then you see a black early model sedan driving down the road. Sure enough, every single passenger inside is wearing a leather trenchcoat and sunglasses.

"Bingo," you say, and give the car a little kick in the fender as it goes past. It spins out of control and crashes into a light pole a dozen yards away.

A black-haired woman steps is out of the car sprinting toward you before the car itself is even done moving. "Can I help you?" she asks as behind her the light pole tips over and smashes into the ground in a shower of sparks.

"You guys are rebels overthrowing the System?" you respond, as she delivers a flurry of kicks. You parry each kick, then when you see an opening you grab her and throw her over your shoulder.

"Could be," she responds as she flips through the air and lands gracefully on her feet.

You bend and spin as she leaps foot-first for your head. She sails over you and lands even more gracefully. This lady shoulda been a ballerina, you think.

"Enough," says a new voice. This voice belongs to a broad bald man who just stepped out of the car. "I've seen enough," he says, "What should we call you, stranger?"

"Sure," you say. You're not picky.

"Well then," the man says, "I am Morpheus. You've already met Trinity. Sort of."

Trinity gives him a dark look but knows better than to publicly question her leader.

"Come with me," the man says, "I think we have quite a bit in common."