Chapter Ten
See Leet Run
The agent lowered his gun, and smiled.
"Mr. Weiss," he said. "Welcome back."
"And who would you be? Joe Friday? The T-1000?"
"My name is Agent Daniels."
"Oh. Mind if I call you Danny?"
Agent Daniels reached into his pocket, and took out a syringe full of a liquid resembling mercury.
"You can call me whatever you want," he muttered, approaching Leet. "But 'master' is preferable."
Two other agents appeared at the door. Agent Daniels froze, and put his hands behind his back.
"Agent Johnson," he muttered without turning, "Agent Henderson. Take him."
The two agents ran past Agent Daniels, and Leet quickly shifted in a fighting stance. His eyes shifted towards the fastest one, the one on the left. Leet assumed that was Agent Johnson. As soon as Johnson was within range, Leet lashed out with the palm of his right hand. Johnson grabbed his wrist, and began to reel him in. Leet used the momentum to strike Johnson in the stomach with both of his feet, leap off, and batter Henderson on the forehead with the balls of his feet. As both agents fell, Leet leapt into the air again. As he reached the peak of his jump, he felt time seem to freeze, or slow down, as if it had been stretched out suddenly. Leet wondered briefly if his consciousness had been heightened by the martial arts training or by some ingrained ability to bend The Matrix itself, and decided it did not mattered. He did a roundhouse kick, getting Daniels in the side of the face, and everything returned to normal.
Daniels fell, and Henderson and Johnson were back on their feet, lunging for Leet. Rather thank duck, Leet leapt even higher, and crashed through the ceiling of the building, hitting dusty floorboards on the second floor. Coughing up dust, he leapt to his feet, and ran for the other side of the room, hearing agents land on the floor behind him. Two guns clicked, as Henderson and Johnson simultaneously prepared to fire.
Glancing up, Leet saw he was running straight into a brick wall. He was about to curse in Yiddish, when he suddenly remembered something.
That isn't a brick wall, he thought. It's a digital image of a brick wall projected into my nervous system. If I were to decide that I could break through that brick wall, nothing can really stop me. That wall isn't brick. I can break through it.
He shut his eyes, and leapt, tearing off his sunglasses so they wouldn't break. He hit the brick wall, and he could hear guns firing behind him, the sound of something crumbling, and then wind on his face. He looked down, and he was being hurled over a city street, dust and chunks of brick flying all around him. A bullet whizzed by his face, and he could feel the heat from it, still warm after being fired from a gun a split second ago.
"Stop!" Daniels shouted. He turned to Henderson and Johnson. "Do not kill him. Incapacitate him if necessary, but his survival is crucial to our mission."
"Our medical facilities," Henderson began.
"Can take care of him," Johnson continued. "No matter what the injury may be."
Daniels snarled. "Duly noted."
--
Leet cleared the street, and crashed through another window, this time ending up in a room on the second floor of a cheap motel. A prostitute and a man in bed both looked up and screamed, in equally high-pitched voices. Leet grinned sheepishly.
"Um, I'm from room service," he stammered. "Just wanted to make sure you were enjoying your stay here. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call the front desk."
He glanced at the man's pants, resting on a chair in the corner. A switchblade was jutting out of one pocket.
"Mind if I borrow that?" he asked, and snatched it up. "Thanks." Leet stuffed the blade in his pocket, put his sunglasses back on, adjusted his tie, and strolled out the door. The prostitute and her customer were both too stunned to chase after him.
The agent lowered his gun, and smiled.
"Mr. Weiss," he said. "Welcome back."
"And who would you be? Joe Friday? The T-1000?"
"My name is Agent Daniels."
"Oh. Mind if I call you Danny?"
Agent Daniels reached into his pocket, and took out a syringe full of a liquid resembling mercury.
"You can call me whatever you want," he muttered, approaching Leet. "But 'master' is preferable."
Two other agents appeared at the door. Agent Daniels froze, and put his hands behind his back.
"Agent Johnson," he muttered without turning, "Agent Henderson. Take him."
The two agents ran past Agent Daniels, and Leet quickly shifted in a fighting stance. His eyes shifted towards the fastest one, the one on the left. Leet assumed that was Agent Johnson. As soon as Johnson was within range, Leet lashed out with the palm of his right hand. Johnson grabbed his wrist, and began to reel him in. Leet used the momentum to strike Johnson in the stomach with both of his feet, leap off, and batter Henderson on the forehead with the balls of his feet. As both agents fell, Leet leapt into the air again. As he reached the peak of his jump, he felt time seem to freeze, or slow down, as if it had been stretched out suddenly. Leet wondered briefly if his consciousness had been heightened by the martial arts training or by some ingrained ability to bend The Matrix itself, and decided it did not mattered. He did a roundhouse kick, getting Daniels in the side of the face, and everything returned to normal.
Daniels fell, and Henderson and Johnson were back on their feet, lunging for Leet. Rather thank duck, Leet leapt even higher, and crashed through the ceiling of the building, hitting dusty floorboards on the second floor. Coughing up dust, he leapt to his feet, and ran for the other side of the room, hearing agents land on the floor behind him. Two guns clicked, as Henderson and Johnson simultaneously prepared to fire.
Glancing up, Leet saw he was running straight into a brick wall. He was about to curse in Yiddish, when he suddenly remembered something.
That isn't a brick wall, he thought. It's a digital image of a brick wall projected into my nervous system. If I were to decide that I could break through that brick wall, nothing can really stop me. That wall isn't brick. I can break through it.
He shut his eyes, and leapt, tearing off his sunglasses so they wouldn't break. He hit the brick wall, and he could hear guns firing behind him, the sound of something crumbling, and then wind on his face. He looked down, and he was being hurled over a city street, dust and chunks of brick flying all around him. A bullet whizzed by his face, and he could feel the heat from it, still warm after being fired from a gun a split second ago.
"Stop!" Daniels shouted. He turned to Henderson and Johnson. "Do not kill him. Incapacitate him if necessary, but his survival is crucial to our mission."
"Our medical facilities," Henderson began.
"Can take care of him," Johnson continued. "No matter what the injury may be."
Daniels snarled. "Duly noted."
--
Leet cleared the street, and crashed through another window, this time ending up in a room on the second floor of a cheap motel. A prostitute and a man in bed both looked up and screamed, in equally high-pitched voices. Leet grinned sheepishly.
"Um, I'm from room service," he stammered. "Just wanted to make sure you were enjoying your stay here. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call the front desk."
He glanced at the man's pants, resting on a chair in the corner. A switchblade was jutting out of one pocket.
"Mind if I borrow that?" he asked, and snatched it up. "Thanks." Leet stuffed the blade in his pocket, put his sunglasses back on, adjusted his tie, and strolled out the door. The prostitute and her customer were both too stunned to chase after him.
