I'd like to mention this is my first time writing fanfic, so please don't be too harsh on me! This first chapter takes place in about the middle of the plot and Lynx, my protagonist, is the girl with special powers who's the newest member of the team. I decided to start with some action, cause if I don't, I'll never get to it! (sheepish laugh)

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"Well, well, Miss Raines. We meet again."

They always call you by your last name. That's the most annoying thing about agents.

But Lynx wasn't thinking about that. There she was, trapped in this building after the Matrix has been changed - the building had no more windows. The agent was right in front of her, blocking the only escape route. She was starting to panic, seeing those dark shades and that ugly suit again, but did everything she could to stay calm.

He'd expect me to make a run for it, she thought. So I'll surprise him.

Lynx knew only Neo could actually beat the agents, but maybe she could stall him for a while…

She suddenly cartwheeled forward and took a swing at the agent. That caught him by surprise all right. Her fist connected with his nose. There was a crack. Not pausing for a fraction of a second, she continued with a series of punches and kicks, but the agent deflected them all at perfect speed, so she started simultaneously kicking him where she knew it would hurt. It did. The agent didn't stop fighting, though, he was a program after all, he continued so with one hand while the other shot down. He hunched over, and suddenly his head shot back as Lynx broke the rules of combat by stepping back and kicking him in the jaw. Balancing on one foot, she kept on kicking him in the face with the other, faster than the eye could follow, her foot a blur and the agent's head shaking like a punching bag.

That was what it took to keep the agent distracted and unable to fight. Agent Jones, was this one's name. They all looked the same, she was able to tell it was him - he seemed to be the most evil.

Lynx then had a crazy thought to take out her cell phone and start talking. That was something Neo would do. That showoff. Instead she decided to kick him in the throat - hard - to break his neck, like she saw Trinity do once.

But that was a mistake.

Agent Jones seemed to anticipate that move, and the moment Lynx's foot left his face for a split second, his hands shot up, grabbing her leg.

Now, from the training downloaded into her brain a while ago, Lynx subconsciously knew next she was supposed to punch him. But the agent seemed to know the program she used, so she decided to break the rules again, if that worked for her.

All that rushed through her head in an instant, so the moment Agent Jones grabbed her leg, her other leg shot up, slamming in between his legs. She fell on her back, taking the agent with her, at the same time thrust her knee into his stomach, pushing him away. As he landed on the floor, Lynx rolled over, and, breaking the rules again, slammed the blade of her forearm down hard across the agent's throat.

He gagged.

Knowing this was her lucky break, Lynx did what she called "the helicopter" with her legs to help her leap to her feet, and made a run for it. She ran for the stairs, knowing the whole time that Agent Jones wouldn't have to get up and run after her - he'll just pop out of another innocent bystander ahead of her.

Finally, she reached the stairs. There was only one light bulb on the floor, so they were dimly lit, which added to the gloomy atmosphere created by the peeling gray walls with spider webs in the corners.

It suddenly seemed to Lynx that the whole world looked like that staircase ever since she'd been unplugged.

But in other ways, it's become a thousand times brighter than the hot wire in the glowing bulb.

She decided not to run down, but take a faster ride, the railing. Black and shiny, with leftover shreds of hospital-green paint, it was wide enough.

Jumping up on the railing, she started her fast ascent. Her black leather pants would make for a good slide. She had always known her expertise at sliding down railing would come in handy some day. Almost lying on her back, zipping past floors at light speed, skillfully manipulating every turn, she sped down. With her free hand, Lynx took out her cell phone and dialed the numbers.

Tank's voice was there immediately. "Yo, girl, nice fighting there! Wouldn't expect such bravery from you. I'm sorry to say this, but you're in some deep doo-doo. The only way out is the main entrance, heavily guarded by agents."

"No problem," Lynx said sarcastically, "Just get me an axe and I'll chop my way out through a wall." That wasn't funny. But it was hard to be funny in a situation like this.

Tank chuckled. "There are phones in this building. Use the one in apartment 005, first floor. But be careful, the agents are everywhere."

"Just give me a couple of machine guns,"

"Where?"

"Not at the other end of Earth would be a good idea! At the bottom of the stairs is even better."

"Okay…" Tank muttered as sounds of typing came from the phone, "Those things are kind of heavy, you sure you'll handle two of 'em?"

"Gravity's not real, remember? Gotta 'free my mind'".

Tank chuckled again. "Good luck," he said.

I'm gonna need it, Lynx thought, throwing away the phone. The slide from the top floor of the building had taken a long time, but the end of the railing was near.

She could feel the agents were there, waiting for her, before she saw them. She could also feel the guns, her only protection, at the end of the slide. Could she get to them before the agents emptied their guns into her?

One of the agents fired, but missed. As the railing ended, Lynx went into a headfirst plunge, grabbing the machine guns from the floor and rolling over her head back to her feet, already firing both the machine guns at the two agents she saw. They fired, too, but they only had small guns, so they both went down.

So much for dodging bullets, she thought. Those must have been novices.

One of the agents turned into a middle-aged man, the other into a teenager. Both dead.

There now, Lynx thought, I killed two more innocent people. But, as she knew well, they were part of the system, and, therefore, part of the enemy.

So she ran down the hall to her left, towards apartment 005, from which she heard the ominous sound of a telephone ringing. The sound that could mean life or death.

Lynx burst into the room, going into another headfirst roll, which was clever, for by that she avoided the agents' bullets, aimed at a higher level. This time she stayed down, not getting to her feet, and fired at the agents from the floor. There were two of them, again. One went down, the other started dodging bullets, becoming a blur of many arms and heads. Suddenly, Lynx felt a sharp pain in her left thigh. She's been hit!

But she continued firing and the agent was out. As he made an attempt to duck into a nearby room, he was hit, and went down as well. Both the agents turned into an elderly couple.

The phone kept ringing.

Lynx tried to get up, but the sudden searing pain in her leg stopped her.

She tried to imagine it away. The pain is not real, because the bullet was not real.

At that instant, another agent appeared out of the adjoining room. It was Agent Jones. Lynx slammed both triggers, but realized she was out. That cold realization swept through her with a wave of pure terror. She was defenseless.

"Well, Miss Raines, you didn't think you could get away from me this time, did you?" Agent Jones implied, pointing his gun at her.

The phone kept ringing.