Part One of My Matrix Experience
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"Come on. come on."
The screen wobbled, then blacked out.
"Dammit!" Michele snarled, banging her fist on the desk next to the keyboard.
The screen jumped back to life, and she smiled.
But the smirk faded when she saw the words on the screen.
Connection Traced
"Shit, shit, shit!" She hissed, and grabbed the disk from the computer.
Standing, she picked up her bag and thrust the disk into it, zipping it quickly.
She heard sirens and risked a glance out the window.
Five police cars surrounded the building, and cops were swarming inside.
She saw four men in suits, observing. One caught her eye, and he spoke to the others, pointing her out.
She took a breath, closing the curtain quickly, and lifted a decorative rug that was on the ground, revealing a trapdoor.
She pulled a phone from her jacket, and punched in a number.
"Tank, I need an exit, fast!"
There was a pause, then the line went dead.
She jumped down the trapdoor, and held her breath again and she fell.
It seemed like hours before her feet touched down, and she crouched in a defensive position.
Then she ran.
Ran up a fire escape, then ran on roof tops, running, and running, and running, not stopping to catch her breath.
She leaped off one roof, did a triple summersault, and landed on top of a dumpster in an almost empty alley.
She stood, facing the open street, and saw him standing there.
There were three 'bang's, and she fell to the ground.
Please read and review. if you're looking for disclaimers I see no need to put them in. look at someone else's work for them! I'm not sure what I had in mind when I started this, so it doesn't really fit into a timeline.
"Come on. come on."
The screen wobbled, then blacked out.
"Dammit!" Michele snarled, banging her fist on the desk next to the keyboard.
The screen jumped back to life, and she smiled.
But the smirk faded when she saw the words on the screen.
Connection Traced
"Shit, shit, shit!" She hissed, and grabbed the disk from the computer.
Standing, she picked up her bag and thrust the disk into it, zipping it quickly.
She heard sirens and risked a glance out the window.
Five police cars surrounded the building, and cops were swarming inside.
She saw four men in suits, observing. One caught her eye, and he spoke to the others, pointing her out.
She took a breath, closing the curtain quickly, and lifted a decorative rug that was on the ground, revealing a trapdoor.
She pulled a phone from her jacket, and punched in a number.
"Tank, I need an exit, fast!"
There was a pause, then the line went dead.
She jumped down the trapdoor, and held her breath again and she fell.
It seemed like hours before her feet touched down, and she crouched in a defensive position.
Then she ran.
Ran up a fire escape, then ran on roof tops, running, and running, and running, not stopping to catch her breath.
She leaped off one roof, did a triple summersault, and landed on top of a dumpster in an almost empty alley.
She stood, facing the open street, and saw him standing there.
There were three 'bang's, and she fell to the ground.