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The rogue programs known as vampires closed ranks around the Twins. The spiky-haired Atticus took another long look at them.
"Well, that took you long enough," she said sarcastically. " And what in the name of the Architect happened to you two?" The Twins sighed.
"It's a long story." Said Two with an only slightly evil smile. "Well, I look forward to hearing it…at length." Replied Atticus, sliding another finger down Two's silky-smooth chest. Just then the distinctive click-click sound of stiletto's started to echo down the alley. A voice that seemed slightly ethereal was calling "oh boys, where are you? We were only just getting started." Atticus frowned. "Persephone."
"Persephone." Agreed One.
"Well then, you'd best come with me." Atticus gestured with one pale hand for them to follow her. She began to move toward the night-shrouded building in perhaps the most provocative way possible, and her cadre ushered the Twins after her. As they got closer wisps of darkness seemed to reach out to surround them until they were moving in the purest, swirling blackness. Suddenly a door seemed to open out the mist itself and the head-pounding music increased about 100 decibels. Atticus was standing by the door, waiting for them to go in.
Through the door was a nightclub. It was strangely reminiscent of the Merovingian's club, but populated with pale, ethereal figures moving through the pulsing lights and throbbing music. One of those pale figures detached itself from the group and came over.
"Atticus," he said, "what have you brought us? New toys?"
"Sorry luv, not for you." She replied, shooting the Twins a feral smile. Vampire boy pouted but went back into the crowd. Atticus started making her way across the floor, her little group tagging behind her. Two was feeling distinctly underdressed, while One was wishing death and torture on whoever had perpetrated the evil of the Speedo on the world. On the other side of the floor Atticus pulled a key out her busier and opened a steel door. She made a come hither gesture, meaning for the Twins to precede her into the room. One other vampire followed the Twins and Atticus into the room, the girl with pink hair in the chain mail bra. The Twins looked around the room. A custom computer consol setup took up all of one wall. There were five or six screens, several keyboards and touch pads and all sorts of other electronic toys. All, of course, set up to hack and reprogram the Matrix code. Atticus sat down and booted up her system and code started streaming down the screens. Atticus read the code for a few minutes, then pronounced
"Persephone fucked with your code." One rolled his eyes and Two growled a little.
"Thank you for that piece of vast insight and wisdom, O Great Seer. Now what are you going to do about it?" One's words were practically dripping in sarcasm. Atticus glared.
"Just hold your Speedo, baby. Let me work my magic." Two snickered, along with pink-hair in the corner. She smiled and batted her eyes at him. While One sulked, it became obvious that Two and pink-hair were carrying on a private conversation, until there was an audible snick and things changed.
"Done and done." Said Atticus as the Twins smiled evilly from behind identical pairs of shades. One checked the fit of his newly restored ultra-sexy white trench coat while Two snapped open one of his razor-sharp switchblades. Atticus swayed over to One.
"Let's go." She said, a world of implication in those two little words. The Twins smirked. No argument there, they agreed. The little quartet left the back room and the crowd engulfed them.
The Twins and the rogues moved through the pulsing, gyrating crowd like sharks through a school of fish. They radiated power and ferocity…right up until they heard that horrible accented voice. Persephone. And she'd brought her friend. The Twins stopped dead. Persephone and Trinity emerged from the crowd, still clad in leather outfits so tight they might very well have had to have been sewn into them. The Twins stared. Oh shit was the only thing that came to mind. Trinity purred and stepped forward and took hold of Two's lapels.
"Aw, no more Speedo? But you looked so-" Thankfully for all involved, that sentence was never finished, due to the untimely (or perhaps timely, depending on your point of view) arrival of Neo and Morpheus. As they stopped to see what everyone was looking at Neo realized that it was Trinity inside all those skimpy bits of leather, he too stopped dead in his tracks.
"Trinity?!!" he exclaimed. Trinity froze. At this point both Morpheus and Persephone began studiously staring at the ceiling. Trinity plastered a big smile on her face and turned around.
"Neo, darling, what are you doing here?"
"I think I could ask you the same thing, darling." The Twins, suppressing fits of laughter, decided that now was the time to get their revenge.
"Why yes, what are you doing out without dear Neo, darling?" said One slyly. Trinity shot a look back at the Twins. At this point, even Persephone was stifling a giggle.
"You were here with her?!" cried Neo, pointing at Persephone. "With them?!!" he gestured to the Twins.
"Neo, honey, I didn't mean-"
"We are leaving RIGHT NOW!" Trinity was still spluttering as Neo dragged her from the club. Morpheus sidled up to Persephone.
"So." Morpheus put on his 'cool guy' hat. She looked him over.
"So indeed." The Twins shared a smirk. One snapped his switchblade and they walked out of the shadows of the vampire club.
The phone wouldn't stop ringing. Eventually a spiky pink head appeared from beneath the voluminous duvet on the big four-poster bed. After nudging the body next to her a few times, Two sat up.
"Your phone's ringing." She said.
"Mmmm, let it." Said Two. One's head peeked up on the other side of the bed, as Atticus emerged between them.
"It might be the Merovingian." Said One.
"Maybe you should answer it," said Atticus, "we can always continue this later." She caressed One as Two turned to pink-hair (who does, incidentally, have a name. Yeah, wouldn't you like to know). Then the answering machine kicked in and the haughty French accent of the Merovingian filled the Twins' penthouse.
"Where have you two been? I've an assignment for you. Persephone's got some overdue DVD's…"