Here's the next chapter! This one's a little different - it's a feeble attempt at suspense.

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As Lynx stared down that gun barrel, it seemed that for the first time in her life she felt death - it was staring her right in the face. And despite the fact she'd been telling herself her entire life that she didn't care about death, she realized she was afraid.

I could really use some help now, she thought.

But Lynx was all alone and went for the last resort. Being telekinetic, which means able to move objects with her mind, though only in the Matrix, she decided to surprise Jones once more.

So she stared at a big Chinese vase on the windowsill behind the agent, and, suddenly, it flew right at the agent's head, as though yanked by an invisible string.

But the agent was fast. Following her gaze, he saw the vase coming at him, and his free hand shot up, faster than the eye could follow, but Lynx, who had a trained eye, saw that it held a gun, too.

BAM!!!!!!

The vase was blown to bits in midair, and its shreds, mixed with dust, shot into different directions like a firework.

"Nice try, Miss Raines. You are clever and with an unusual talent. Too bad all of that will be wasted."

Thinking frantically, Lynx had a crazy idea. She was out of bullets… But what if… What if she could create the piece of code that meant "bullets", and will them into being? Again, only Neo could do that, he was The One after all, but by moving objects mentally she was already changing the code… So maybe it could work for her, too.

Bullets, she thought.

"You see," Agent Jones went on, now sure that he had her, "Young people like you have this sureness that nothing can ever happen to them,"

Lynx concentrated as hard as she could on the concept of a bullet. Its size, color, texture. Trying to will it up into being.

"-and that is why thorought your human history, young people were the ones recruited to fight in wars."

Her eyes shut, Lynx was thinking hard of the bullet, and as it became real in her mind,

she imagined lots of them. Filling up the magazines in her guns.

They aren't empty. They're full. FULL.

"And that is why they chose to recruit you, of all people, and are giving you the most suicide missions."

What? Was he trying to corrupt her? Now that he was positively going to kill her?

But no time to think about that! Bullets! Concentrate! She had to have bullets!

"So I'm going to be very nice an give you a choice. I can spare your life, and give you back your old life, which I know you want," his eyes seemed to bore even deeper into her, "IF you cooperate and help us destroy those who pass themselves of as your friends. They are not who you think they are. Like worms spoiling a perfectly good apple, they are trying to destroy the perfect world it took us decades to create."

Lynx shuddered. She remembered how about a week after being unplugged she broke down and started shouting that they better kill her before she betrays them in exchange for a "normal" life, being afraid she might. She was underage, the team had no choice so they took the risk, and those were the consequences. But all that was behind her now. Or was it?

Bullets! She told herself, Concentrate! You're almost there. Free your mind, for God's sake!

"So, what do you say?" Agent Jones asked, with that crooked smile of his.

Lynx opened her eyes, and stared right at him with defiance.

"I say you can rot in hell!"

"Well, that's just too bad. I offered you a good way out."

"Well, you might as well stick it up your ass!" she growled.

"Bad choice," the agent chuckled, cocking his gun with an ominous click.

Suddenly, Lynx was filled with a sureness that her guns were fully loaded, not empty. She could feel the bullets were finally there. None of her senses confirmed it, she just knew it.

"I don't think so." She said.

A double click was heard as Lynx cocked her guns.

Agent Jones' expression changed from contempt to utter bewilderment.

"No," he muttered in disbelief, "You're out!"

"Give my regards to the devil!" Lynx spat out, and fired at him. Agent Jones tried dodging bullets, but was too late - the shock Lynx gave him slowed him down for a fraction of a second, and that was just enough. He was hit several times already before he could really start moving.

As though in slow motion, he fell down, and his gun bounced as it flew out of his hand. Lynx watched as he morphed into a little girl lying facedown on the floor. She breathed a sigh of relief, as though Mount Everest just fell off her shoulders, and her guts were Jell-O. But at the same time, she couldn't help but think she just murdered a little girl and her grandparents, and that there are people left who are the girl's parents and one of them is the older couple's child…

But the phone was still ringing. Ignoring the pain where the bullet hit her, Lynx reached for the receiver. As she stared at it, concentrating the last of her strength, it rose up from the hook and floated through the air towards her. She grabbed it in midair and pressed it to her ear just as another agent burst into the room. But he was too late - he only hit the empty space where the receiver was hanging off its hook when he fired his gun.