"Who the hell?" The panel flickered, lines frozen for a moment before coming back online as the others were. The man with brown hair called to the woman sitting at the multiple screens that ran with green lines. "Can we get a trace on that message?"

"Coming right up, you planning on telling PLC about this?"

"That someone contacted me and I have no idea who the hell she is? No way. No potential knows this much." The woman nodded, fingers flying over the keyboard, the message flickering on the screen next to him. 'I know you have my answers. What is the Matrix and what does it have to do with me?'

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The code shimmered, changed and froze for a moment. A muted exclamation came from the woman, Fenra, operator on the Valiant. The captain threw a glance at the pair who were jacked in, Cleo and Rad. They were watching a potential for one of the ships docked in Zion, making sure that nothing happened to the boy.

"Got yourself another message from our untraceable." He appeared over her shoulder, eyes darting to catch the message, brow pulled into a frown. Something was more than not right about this girl.

'I need your help, there are three people in suits following me, two guys and a girl, they're wearing sunglasses and I'm sure they want to hurt me. I can't seem to loose them. I know you can hear me so a little help would be great.'

"How the hell is she sending us these messages?" He demanded, running restless fingers through his short hair. Fenra shrugged, her shoulder length hair flipping back behind her, the band on her wrist. Sorlin always wondered where exactly his Op had found the small ring of elastic covered in material to tie back her hair. She merely smiled secretively every time he mentioned in, going back to what she was doing before he interrupted her.

"Mobile phone. They have a trace running, you have about 5-10 seconds to get to her." He sighed. Catching up a keyboard he typed fast, fingers flying, watching the agents following the girl.

'Right now my only advice for you is to run, I'll be in contact when you have lost them.'

"That'll have to do, send it Fen, and get Rad out as fast as you can, I don't want to risk getting him involved, you know what he's like for heroics." The sneer on the captain's lips made his operator chuckle, the redhead boy still did rush into things and tried very hard to impress the tight-lipped Cleo, a hacker who barely spoke and had to be reminded she couldn't take on an agent. The girl was walking fast, and suddenly the Agents vanished, they had been moving fast enough to catch her, but she was still moving in the crowd unharmed.

"The Potential Liberation Council isn't going to like this one bit. I sure as hell hope you have a plan Oh Capitan! I ain't going on a ship where they don't respect female ops." She wanted to pace, stretching her fingers in an attempt to calm her nerves, no one wanted the added pressure of trying to get a potential out today, they were all too tired, they had been keeping watch on three potentials until the Agents had found two. Now the Valiant only had a nosy 15-year-old boy to worry about, which meant more sleep for everyone. Rad was taking his time getting to the exit and Cleo was busy outrunning some annoying cops. The Op ran a hand over her loose hair, eyes darting across the screens, trying to estimate the time it would take the other members of the small crew to get out.

"I have no intention of loosing you as my op Fen, and you know it. There isn't a man in or out of Zion that can hold a candle to your skills." Neither smiled, watching the screens intently, Sorlin making his way across the core to unplug the youngest member of his crew. The worrisome Rad picking up the phone as the girl walked past, her hair sitting below her shoulder blades in blonde-brown strands. Cleo was making her way to an exit closer to her as the captain pulled the spike from the boy's head.

"Is Cleo out?" Same question every time he opened his blue eyes.

"I've got her, you need to eat." The boy nodded, reluctantly heading towards the galley, pausing to watch the code travel down the screens before Fenra waved him away. Cleo opened her brown eyes and saw the face of Sorlin. She frowned.

"Let me guess, something went wrong. Other than that kid trying to hack into the places that contain all the data on everyone we got out?" There was a data bank somewhere in the system that kept track of deaths caused in a certain way. The Agents knew that these people were now members of the Resistance, rebels, who would eventually destroy the Matrix itself. People still plugged in thought it was merely a set of unexplained deaths. The boy had wanted to find a friend of his, but luckily Cleo had managed to stop him, changing the local to some files on the terrorists that the kid normally followed. Sorlin nodded.

"Contact from an individual we have no knowledge of. She already asked about the Matrix and she's currently out-running Agents."

"You're not saving her. Why?"

"Too dangerous, since when has a potential contacted us?" She nodded, heading to the galley. Sometimes Sorlin had a decent reason for being cynical and cold towards those still trapped in the programmed dream world. Other times, he was just harsh.