"You ready?" asked Tank.
"Thrill me," Neo replied monotonously.
"If that's the way you want it."
Tank slid the jack gently into Neo's plug and took a seat in his own chair. He adjusted his earpiece, and looked for Neo's signal to show up on the screen.
"Gotcha!" Tank had found what he was looking for and proceeded to monitor him.
Neo looked around. He was wearing a faded blue undershirt and scraggly-looking jeans. 'Odd,' he thought, this wasn't normally what he wore in the construct, even with it being his RSI. Wouldn't he have known if he had made it change?
"Tank, you can bring him in now."
"I'm up on it. Just a second." Tank paused to insert a loading disk, then transfer it's contents into the construct. "There."
Neo closed his eyes as a stong breeze rushed past him. When he opened them, he found himsef in large dojo much similar to the one he had previously fought Morpheus in. Neo thought that he had been loaded in first, but soon found the RSI of Agent Smith waiting for him behind one of the dojo's paper walls. His tall form was casting shadows along the wall as he walked behind to Neo. Knowing Smith was there, Neo became suddenly angry. With a flash of rage he burst through the thin paper wall and tackled the Smith representation. However, the Smith~esque persona was ready for battle, and seemed almost as smart and every bit as quick as the real thing. But as far as Neo was concerned, this was the real thing. The two engaged in mortal hand to hand combat, with Smith throwing controlled punches, and Neo flailing his punches wildly and off the mark. His blocks were off, and his concentration low, resulting in a bleeding mouth and a soon-to-be-bruised eye. Smith's last kick sent him flying halfway across the room. He landed hard on his right knee, cracking the tile, and sending a shooting pain up his leg.
Smith only sat there looking at him with the same smirk on his face as he had been wearing when he killed Trinity. Killed Trinity. Thinking this, Neo quickly stood up and assumed the 'bring it' stance, warning Smith to cover his ass, because this time, he meant business.
Neo lunged at his suited enemy, and by defying time gave him a double kick square in the jaw. The agent wasted no time and returned the favor before Neo's feet had even touched the ground. The blow knocked him to the ground, and Smith took advantage of his weakness. Neo's lack of focus consequently led to nearly one hundered punches in the stomach. Feeling defeated, Neo layed in a slumped pile on the floor. Smith's daunting smile returned once again.
"Morpheus, you gotta let me take him out. He's getting his ass kicked!" said Tank.
Morpheus only nodded.
Make sure to let me know what you thought. Expect more to be coming soon….it's nearly summer which means plenty of spare time!!
~kt
"Thrill me," Neo replied monotonously.
"If that's the way you want it."
Tank slid the jack gently into Neo's plug and took a seat in his own chair. He adjusted his earpiece, and looked for Neo's signal to show up on the screen.
"Gotcha!" Tank had found what he was looking for and proceeded to monitor him.
Neo looked around. He was wearing a faded blue undershirt and scraggly-looking jeans. 'Odd,' he thought, this wasn't normally what he wore in the construct, even with it being his RSI. Wouldn't he have known if he had made it change?
"Tank, you can bring him in now."
"I'm up on it. Just a second." Tank paused to insert a loading disk, then transfer it's contents into the construct. "There."
Neo closed his eyes as a stong breeze rushed past him. When he opened them, he found himsef in large dojo much similar to the one he had previously fought Morpheus in. Neo thought that he had been loaded in first, but soon found the RSI of Agent Smith waiting for him behind one of the dojo's paper walls. His tall form was casting shadows along the wall as he walked behind to Neo. Knowing Smith was there, Neo became suddenly angry. With a flash of rage he burst through the thin paper wall and tackled the Smith representation. However, the Smith~esque persona was ready for battle, and seemed almost as smart and every bit as quick as the real thing. But as far as Neo was concerned, this was the real thing. The two engaged in mortal hand to hand combat, with Smith throwing controlled punches, and Neo flailing his punches wildly and off the mark. His blocks were off, and his concentration low, resulting in a bleeding mouth and a soon-to-be-bruised eye. Smith's last kick sent him flying halfway across the room. He landed hard on his right knee, cracking the tile, and sending a shooting pain up his leg.
Smith only sat there looking at him with the same smirk on his face as he had been wearing when he killed Trinity. Killed Trinity. Thinking this, Neo quickly stood up and assumed the 'bring it' stance, warning Smith to cover his ass, because this time, he meant business.
Neo lunged at his suited enemy, and by defying time gave him a double kick square in the jaw. The agent wasted no time and returned the favor before Neo's feet had even touched the ground. The blow knocked him to the ground, and Smith took advantage of his weakness. Neo's lack of focus consequently led to nearly one hundered punches in the stomach. Feeling defeated, Neo layed in a slumped pile on the floor. Smith's daunting smile returned once again.
"Morpheus, you gotta let me take him out. He's getting his ass kicked!" said Tank.
Morpheus only nodded.
Make sure to let me know what you thought. Expect more to be coming soon….it's nearly summer which means plenty of spare time!!
~kt