Where was this "Shadow"? Trinity had been assigned to find her, and hopefully unplug her, but she had no luck yet. As she was so resigned to saying "Another day, another dead end." However, she remained ever hopeful because this lead may be the one that finally lead her to this mysterious figure of seemingly no more substance than her name. It was a long shot, but she had been searching a long time.
Shadow was just finishing her latest job, a heist. Ice had volunteered her services to another unnamed rich collector who was missing the Sword of Isis, an Egyptian relic from the days when their civilization was at its peak. To Shadow, it was a useless and ugly thing, covered with primitive symbols of a race barely above Neanderthals. What did it matter, of such unstable substance? She rearranged the atoms of the museum ceiling and fell through, floating a few feet above the sword's case. She set herself down silently, aware of the lasers, and allowing them to pass through her uninhibited. This was how she eluded the alarm systems. She reached through the case, and as soon as she did, it was no longer there, it had vanished. She held the sword up to the light. She wondered again why someone would pay so dearly for a mere trinket. Oh well, it was none of her concern.
She slid through the museum floor and into the sewer pipes. She walked along to where she was to meet her contact. She preferred to travel hidden from view, either by underground means or literally. Suddenly, the contact came into view. A delicate woman, yet she was no shorter than Shadow herself. Either way, she was not on her own. Shadow was acutely aware of two others, both men, both hidden in the gloom near the woman, supposedly her backup. Light and darkness were simply two modes of the world. All things were like pixels on a screen: temporary and readily altered.
Finally, the woman spoke "Shadow, I presume?" Shadow didn't answer, she simply held out the sword. At this, one of the men stepped into clear view. "Have you ever had a dream that you were so sure was real?" he asked. Shadow turned to face the bald African man, who stood on her right. He was an intimidating figure, standing several inches above Shadow's tiny frame, with frameless glasses covering his eyes. Combined with his bald head, he almost looked like Death.
"No, only the innocent dream." Shadow replied flatly, trying to appear unfazed. As if on cue, the other man stepped into view on Shadow's left.
"You are more innocent than you know...Angela" he said. The Caucasian man's mention of her former name sent shivers down her spine.
"How do you know that name?" she asked, fear beginning to taint her voice.
"We know a lot about you." The woman replied. Shadow tensed, ready to strike. These people evidently knew too much. "My name is Trinity" the woman continued. Shadow froze.
The black man smiled "As you no doubt have guessed, I am Morpheus. This is Neo."
He motioned to the other man, who asked "And you are...?"
"Shadow" she said defensively
Morpheus smiled knowingly "Neo here can stop bullets as well." Shadow's eyebrows arched slightly. She drew one of her twin Glock 9mm's and fired off several shots at Neo, who didn't even flinch as he waved them away. The hollow point rounds stopped in midair before falling to the ground at his feet. `Interesting, but how much so?' she thought.
"Cute trick" Shadow said "but can you do this?" before she finished her question, she was invisible to everyone, even Neo who could see the code. Morpheus marveled silently at the strength of her mind, which she detached from her body at will and somehow remained alive. Such an impressive display was unheard of in the Matrix, especially for someone who was still plugged in. However, her physical attributes did not go unnoticed. Her dark eyes and even darker hair contrasted with her pale skin, at least what was visible. She was practically coated in black pleather. She even had a mask over her face from the nose down. And yet, she carried herself with a certain sadness, as if she didn't care if she lived or died.
Shadow was just finishing her latest job, a heist. Ice had volunteered her services to another unnamed rich collector who was missing the Sword of Isis, an Egyptian relic from the days when their civilization was at its peak. To Shadow, it was a useless and ugly thing, covered with primitive symbols of a race barely above Neanderthals. What did it matter, of such unstable substance? She rearranged the atoms of the museum ceiling and fell through, floating a few feet above the sword's case. She set herself down silently, aware of the lasers, and allowing them to pass through her uninhibited. This was how she eluded the alarm systems. She reached through the case, and as soon as she did, it was no longer there, it had vanished. She held the sword up to the light. She wondered again why someone would pay so dearly for a mere trinket. Oh well, it was none of her concern.
She slid through the museum floor and into the sewer pipes. She walked along to where she was to meet her contact. She preferred to travel hidden from view, either by underground means or literally. Suddenly, the contact came into view. A delicate woman, yet she was no shorter than Shadow herself. Either way, she was not on her own. Shadow was acutely aware of two others, both men, both hidden in the gloom near the woman, supposedly her backup. Light and darkness were simply two modes of the world. All things were like pixels on a screen: temporary and readily altered.
Finally, the woman spoke "Shadow, I presume?" Shadow didn't answer, she simply held out the sword. At this, one of the men stepped into clear view. "Have you ever had a dream that you were so sure was real?" he asked. Shadow turned to face the bald African man, who stood on her right. He was an intimidating figure, standing several inches above Shadow's tiny frame, with frameless glasses covering his eyes. Combined with his bald head, he almost looked like Death.
"No, only the innocent dream." Shadow replied flatly, trying to appear unfazed. As if on cue, the other man stepped into view on Shadow's left.
"You are more innocent than you know...Angela" he said. The Caucasian man's mention of her former name sent shivers down her spine.
"How do you know that name?" she asked, fear beginning to taint her voice.
"We know a lot about you." The woman replied. Shadow tensed, ready to strike. These people evidently knew too much. "My name is Trinity" the woman continued. Shadow froze.
The black man smiled "As you no doubt have guessed, I am Morpheus. This is Neo."
He motioned to the other man, who asked "And you are...?"
"Shadow" she said defensively
Morpheus smiled knowingly "Neo here can stop bullets as well." Shadow's eyebrows arched slightly. She drew one of her twin Glock 9mm's and fired off several shots at Neo, who didn't even flinch as he waved them away. The hollow point rounds stopped in midair before falling to the ground at his feet. `Interesting, but how much so?' she thought.
"Cute trick" Shadow said "but can you do this?" before she finished her question, she was invisible to everyone, even Neo who could see the code. Morpheus marveled silently at the strength of her mind, which she detached from her body at will and somehow remained alive. Such an impressive display was unheard of in the Matrix, especially for someone who was still plugged in. However, her physical attributes did not go unnoticed. Her dark eyes and even darker hair contrasted with her pale skin, at least what was visible. She was practically coated in black pleather. She even had a mask over her face from the nose down. And yet, she carried herself with a certain sadness, as if she didn't care if she lived or died.