Bullet Time
The knife flew through the air and planted itself in the SWAT member's head. Trinity rose from her fighting stance and gasped, 'Oh My God'. I knew, an Agent was there, watching us. I remembered what Morpheus had said; no one could survive an encounter with them. Surely not? How could they doge bullets? I had seen one before, for a brief moment when Morpheus had saved me by diving out the dry wall, they didn't seem too tough. I could handle it. I had two Berettas with full clips left, I could do it I spun on my heels and opened fire. The chambers rocked back and forth as my fingers danced on the triggers. Through the muzzle flashes I saw him, his shades, his suit, his bad haircut. Something was wrong though, he wasn't falling to the floor, I knew that in the Matrix my aim was perfect, I remembered my shots from the Lobby, accurate every time, but not this time. Instead of flying to the floor the Agent appeared to be doing a little dance, his feet rooted in the ground. His waist rocked back and forth, I couldn't see much through the bright flashes but I knew that he was doing it. He was dodging bullets.
The bullets flew past him, I could make out two of him, each moving differently round the same pivot. The shells clicked on the floor and I felt the chamber lock, I was out. I dropped the guns and swung my hands to my side, briefly glancing at Trinity, where was she? 'Trinity! Help!'. I yelled out, helplessly as he drew his gun. It was huge, from the thirty metres between us I could tell it was a Desert Eagle. It's chamber rocked back, the agent felt no recoil. Everything slowed down, I thought this was one of those, no chance, life-before-your-eyes moments, but this was different. I felt like I did have a chance, I didn't feel helpless. I had to act fast. I tossed myself back, avoiding the first bullet, I felt the air ripple behind it as my knees became my last legs. I swung my right arm round, the second bullet narrowly missing my shoulder. My hands grasped at the air. My left arm swung back as well, split seconds after the right, I couldn't believe it. I was dodging bullets!
My lapse of concentration cost me. My arms were too slow and the second and third bullets had ripped my clothes and the surface of my skin. I instantly, toppled onto my back and yelped in pain. The sun hurt my eyes and I could hear him coming closer. My leg screamed at me with pain and I squinted my eyes as he drew near. His body blocked out the sun so I could see him clearly, see him raise his gun and speak what I thought were the last words I'd hear.
'Only Human.'
The knife flew through the air and planted itself in the SWAT member's head. Trinity rose from her fighting stance and gasped, 'Oh My God'. I knew, an Agent was there, watching us. I remembered what Morpheus had said; no one could survive an encounter with them. Surely not? How could they doge bullets? I had seen one before, for a brief moment when Morpheus had saved me by diving out the dry wall, they didn't seem too tough. I could handle it. I had two Berettas with full clips left, I could do it I spun on my heels and opened fire. The chambers rocked back and forth as my fingers danced on the triggers. Through the muzzle flashes I saw him, his shades, his suit, his bad haircut. Something was wrong though, he wasn't falling to the floor, I knew that in the Matrix my aim was perfect, I remembered my shots from the Lobby, accurate every time, but not this time. Instead of flying to the floor the Agent appeared to be doing a little dance, his feet rooted in the ground. His waist rocked back and forth, I couldn't see much through the bright flashes but I knew that he was doing it. He was dodging bullets.
The bullets flew past him, I could make out two of him, each moving differently round the same pivot. The shells clicked on the floor and I felt the chamber lock, I was out. I dropped the guns and swung my hands to my side, briefly glancing at Trinity, where was she? 'Trinity! Help!'. I yelled out, helplessly as he drew his gun. It was huge, from the thirty metres between us I could tell it was a Desert Eagle. It's chamber rocked back, the agent felt no recoil. Everything slowed down, I thought this was one of those, no chance, life-before-your-eyes moments, but this was different. I felt like I did have a chance, I didn't feel helpless. I had to act fast. I tossed myself back, avoiding the first bullet, I felt the air ripple behind it as my knees became my last legs. I swung my right arm round, the second bullet narrowly missing my shoulder. My hands grasped at the air. My left arm swung back as well, split seconds after the right, I couldn't believe it. I was dodging bullets!
My lapse of concentration cost me. My arms were too slow and the second and third bullets had ripped my clothes and the surface of my skin. I instantly, toppled onto my back and yelped in pain. The sun hurt my eyes and I could hear him coming closer. My leg screamed at me with pain and I squinted my eyes as he drew near. His body blocked out the sun so I could see him clearly, see him raise his gun and speak what I thought were the last words I'd hear.
'Only Human.'