(A/N: bla bla bla, I don't own the matrix or anything else except Wyke and Tekno, bla bla bla)



The world around you, it is not real. It feels real, smells real, even tastes real, but

it is not real. The world you see is a series of electrical impulses sent to your brain that

shape the world around you. Many people have taken the "pill" and have been released

from the Matrix's grasp into the real world. They have re-entered the Matrix in order to

free others, and to try and stop the agents. Approximately one year ago Neo, the One, was

awoken. Unbeknownst to the likes of Morpheus, there were others with powers similar to

the One. Some have been awakened, but most have yet to find their inner strength. Well,

on to the story.

* * * *

Rubber squealed against concrete as a flood of cop cars raced out of the depot in

downtown New York. "Attention all units, B and E in progress at corner of Eighth and I

streets. All units report, code Omega Prime." A computer voice droned over every single

police frequency in Tokyo. "Eighth and I?" a young cop shouted in disbelief, "That's the

fuckin' military base!"

* * * *

Lights in the main armory of the military base at Eighth and I streets were turned

up to a limelight level, but no farther. Two young figures walked among the steel shelves,

which bristled with weapons of all types. The first was a slim male with short and

unkempt black hair, standing a few inches taller than his partner. His deceiving brown

eyes surveyed the room from behind a pair of single-piece mirror shades. His partner was

broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted. He had short brown hair, which was combed

straight forward and spiked out over his eyes. His cold bluish-gray eyes peered out at the

room from behind silver-framed glasses. "Cops are on the way here, Wyke." The second

kid said, since they were both only 15. "Roger Tekno, you finished packing up your

heat?" Wyke shouted, removing a grenade launcher from a rack, checked it carefully, and

then slipped it into place beneath his long black trenchcoat. "Yeah, all done, but head to

the Northwest corner, I found something very interesting..." Tekno replied loudly. Wyke

was there before Tekno finished his sentence. "Look at this." Tekno said, hitting a button

on the wall. Before him a panel in the wall slid open, and two sleek motorcycles slid

forward. The first cycle was red with black stripes, this one Wyke chose. The other cycle

was blue with silver stripes, which Tekno chose. They automatically updated their wrist-

computers to be able to control the motorcycles via remote uplink as they straddled them.

"Company." Tekno observed as the door leading into the armory toppled into the room

and a flood of police officers raced into the front of the warehouse. Calmly Tekno

pressed a sequence of buttons on a small keypad on the control board, inputting the

engine ignition sequence. He was rewarded with a deep purr, like a content jungle cat.

"Lets move!" Wyke said, twisting the handle-grip and he was off, racing down the long

aisles of weapons, Tekno close behind. "Halt!" the police officers yelled as a single body.

"No thanks." Wyke muttered as he thumbed a small switch on the handlebar. A small

panel on the nose of the motorcycle slid open and a small black gunbarrel protruded from

the hole. He thumbed the switch again and the gunfire began, ripping apart the bunch of

policemen. "Exit, stage right." Tekno said softly, doing a skid-turn to the right to avoid

hitting a truck and racing out a door, Wyke following close behind. "Hold it." A soft

voice stopped them as they were prepared to race out the gates. Three men in black suits

and sunglasses, stood behind them. "Agents." Wyke said the word like it was a vile

object he was trying to throw away. "Surrender, while you still can." The lead agent said.

"Oh yeah?" Tekno challenged. He whipped out a shotgun and fired three shots, the agents

dodging the cloud of shells with ease. It pretty much went downhill from there, ending up

with Tekno and Wyke on the concrete, covered in mostly their own blood. "Dude, we're

gonna die." Wyke said weakly. "Damn straight, buddy." Tekno answered. The agents

were conversing, probably on how to kill them. "You here that?" Tekno said, twisting his

head to look towards the gates. A group of people dressed in black leather approached.

"Oh, I'm shaking!" an agent droned. The lead guy (Neo, if you haven't already guessed)

moved fast, darting towards the agents. He darted into the body of the first agent, then

into the second, then to the third, then out. One by one, they exploded in a huge burst of

green light. "Good job Neo, as always." Morpheus said. "Who are they?" Trinity asked as

she indicated Wyke and Tekno, who by now were looking scared enough to wet their

pants. "The boys we're looking for." Morpheus said as a black limo drove up. "Ricky, if

you would be so kind?" Morpheus said to the driver, who hopped out and opened the rear

door. First Trinity and Neo entered, then Morpheus, then Wyke and Tekno. Ricky shut

the door and climbed into the driver's seat. Moments later they were moving, and ten

minutes later they had reached an ancient-looking antiques shop. "Come." Morpheus

motioned for Wyke and Tekno to enter.

* * * *

He nodded to the shopkeeper, who put down an assault rifle he had in his arms.

They entered the small wine cellar, which had been transformed into what looked like an

office. Morpheus picked up the old-fashioned phone and dialed a number from memory.

"Tank, we have two new withdrawals. Head towards the fields." Morpheus said into the

mouthpiece, before setting it on a complicated looking machine. "Please take a seat."

Ricky said as he slid into a desk chair and started typing away at the computer. Unsure of

what else to do, Wyke and Tekno sat in two armchairs. "Here you go." Morpheus handed

them each a pill and a glass of water. "Take these." He ordered. Wyke and Tekno

exchanged a glance before downing the pills and the water, then immediately gagged.

"Yuck! What IS that pill?" Tekno said. "An item that will help us withdraw you to the

real world." Morpheus explained. "This will hurt a little." Neo said, who had been talking

to Trinity up in the shop until now. Both Wyke and Tekno felt a wrenching sensation in

their stomach, and then it abruptly stopped. "Good." Trinity said shortly as she picked up

the phone. "Tank, prepare to transport." Trinity said into the phone, moments before she

disappeared. Neo caught the phone, and disappeared in the same manner. Then Morpheus

disappeared as well. "Ok, where the hell did they go?" Wyke said. "Touch that mirror

over there." Ricky gestured to a small mirror hanging on the wall. Confused, they tapped

it with their fingers, thinking it'd be hard and cold. Instead, it was like pushing into Jell-

O. The silver substance on their fingers spread up their arm and all over their body's. "Its

cold..." Tekno said through chattering teeth. "AHH!!!!" Wyke screamed as he felt the

wrenching pain in his stomach, fell to his knees, then abruptly disappeared. Tekno

underwent the same process, then disappeared, leaving Ricky all alone in the basement.

He picked up the phone and said, "They have gone." He said before disappearing.

* * * *

After what felt like an eternity, Tekno opened his eyes, only to be looking into

Morpheus' face. "Welcome, to the Real World." Morpheus said before Tekno blacked

out again.