Brown leaves his small plot hole
Replies to reviewers: (sorry I took so long...)
Sabine: *blushes* awwww! Thanks! Ya, I think they're cute, too. Oh, that's my job in life, to be serious and make you laugh. Didn't you know that?
Megami: 'course, what else would they read? Lol... Ya, choices are always good! Ya, the whole Twins + Antoine thing is getting just a LITTLE weird... I know... and I just had to give her dreads!
Tee4: Ya, everyone loves the Twins! Thanks!
Kit19: Oh, I plan to. In fact I *whispers* already have a sequel started...
Agent Smith: Yeah, I like the way I write them, too... :) I'm just having fun! Anyway, if I knew why hardly anyone reviews *cough cough, all those people who are (hopefully) reading this but not reviewing* I would change whatever it was.
Kit19: Thanks. And hey, I think you are, too. I'm truly revolted at what those so-called "reviewers" have been saying to you. Don't let them get you down, hey? Keep writing! I love it!
There, that's done, for a while! Keep those reviews coming!
Meanwhile, while the Twins and Antoine were off killing that guy, Agent Brown paid his visit to the Chateau. He stopped in the visitor's parking lot, found the visitor's entrance (which was, naturally, on the opposite side of the building) and walked in. If he had been human, he would surely have been impressed by what he saw, but as it was the cool marble and rich red carpet did little to move him. He followed the confusing signage until he finally found the Maitre d's (just to let you people know that I know he's not just 'that little guy') desk. He was equally unimpressed by the smallish man who stood their, for all that he was richly dressed.
The Agent spoke, in his deep, flat monotone. "I must speak to your master."
The Maitre d' smarmed a while, then nodded. "Ah yes," he said, in a French accent that sounded as unreal as his master's, "He is expecting you. Right this way, please."
Brown suspected, having been here before, that the Maitre d' said this no matter who came, just to make it appear that his master, who was, after all, a trafficker of information, knew more than he really did. He kept these thoughts to himself, however, and followed the irritatingly servile man into the great hall of the Chateau.
The Merovingian, like the King he represented, was seated on a raised dais at the far end of the restaurant, with his aptly named Queen seated beside him, ignoring him completely. Brown took a few moments to take in his surroundings, the placement of the bodyguards and patrons in the room, and look for security features. Like bombs. He noted the conspicuous absence of the Twins from their usual table just below the dais. Brown waited for the Merovingian's signal before approaching his 'Throne'. He also allowed him to speak first. It paid to be polite, after all he was here to get something.
"Well. Agent... Brown, is it?"
Brown nodded, making it look like a partial bow.
"We have not seen you in my lovely abode for some time now, non?"
He nodded again, wishing the pompous Program would just get to the point.
"Well, enough with formalities. What is it that brings you, an Agent of the system, here?"
Brown paused, formulating the best way to ask. "A certain... trivial problem, only of interest to us, has managed to elude us. By our own rules, we are forbidden to search for her. Or, rather, an Agent still in the employ of the system..."
The Merovingian was getting impatient, as he usually was. He had been tapping his foot under the table, much to the aggravation of his Queen, for the past ten minutes while the Agent rambled on. Finally, he broke in. "I do not mean to be rude, but is there any sort of point that you are coming to?"
The Agent looked startled, like he had been broken out of a reverie. He actually paused a few milliseconds, an eternity for a program. He almost said "um". "Yes."
"Then, could you please get to it?"
"We need Smith."
"You mean that exiled high-agent?"
"Yes. You can find him." It wasn't a question.
"Oh, very quickly. The question is, can you make it worth my while?"
"I really don't think you're in a position to..."
The Merovingian wished that the Twins were there, instead of off getting their nails done. He would just have to bluff it. Using a prearranged, inconspicuous signal, he made Cain and Abel begin to approach. Brown looked a little uncomfortable, but mainly unfazed. "Oh, I think I am. You see, if you kill me, you will never get the information. I believe... it is... you who is not in a position to bargain. So tell me, what will you give me?" He smiled his most irritating little smile, and everyone in the restaurant winced at the sheer annoyance.
Fortunately, Brown already had something in mind. "We're going to use Smith to find the Backup, and use her code to save the Matrix."
The Merovingian thought about this. He would survive, no matter what. And he wanted Antoine. So, he would tell them exactly what they wanted, where Smith was. He just wouldn't add that Antoine was living right here. He could barely suppress his laughter at the irony. "Interesting... but not enough. I want code, a good program."
From no where, Brown pulled a laptop out of his suit and held it up. He scrolled through the various programs, until he came to one he thought the Merovingian would like. "This one we obtained from the Rebels. I think you'll find it... interesting..."
"Anyone I know?"
"No. Just a dead programmer from the Nebuchadnezzer, went by the name of 'Mouse'." (A/N: ooooh, guess the program...)
"Fine. Done. These are his coordinates."
Brown nodded slowly, and left the Chateau. He hated it there. He much preferred the stark blankness of headquarters to the bragging splendor of that pompous program's dwelling...
Replies to reviewers: (sorry I took so long...)
Sabine: *blushes* awwww! Thanks! Ya, I think they're cute, too. Oh, that's my job in life, to be serious and make you laugh. Didn't you know that?
Megami: 'course, what else would they read? Lol... Ya, choices are always good! Ya, the whole Twins + Antoine thing is getting just a LITTLE weird... I know... and I just had to give her dreads!
Tee4: Ya, everyone loves the Twins! Thanks!
Kit19: Oh, I plan to. In fact I *whispers* already have a sequel started...
Agent Smith: Yeah, I like the way I write them, too... :) I'm just having fun! Anyway, if I knew why hardly anyone reviews *cough cough, all those people who are (hopefully) reading this but not reviewing* I would change whatever it was.
Kit19: Thanks. And hey, I think you are, too. I'm truly revolted at what those so-called "reviewers" have been saying to you. Don't let them get you down, hey? Keep writing! I love it!
There, that's done, for a while! Keep those reviews coming!
Meanwhile, while the Twins and Antoine were off killing that guy, Agent Brown paid his visit to the Chateau. He stopped in the visitor's parking lot, found the visitor's entrance (which was, naturally, on the opposite side of the building) and walked in. If he had been human, he would surely have been impressed by what he saw, but as it was the cool marble and rich red carpet did little to move him. He followed the confusing signage until he finally found the Maitre d's (just to let you people know that I know he's not just 'that little guy') desk. He was equally unimpressed by the smallish man who stood their, for all that he was richly dressed.
The Agent spoke, in his deep, flat monotone. "I must speak to your master."
The Maitre d' smarmed a while, then nodded. "Ah yes," he said, in a French accent that sounded as unreal as his master's, "He is expecting you. Right this way, please."
Brown suspected, having been here before, that the Maitre d' said this no matter who came, just to make it appear that his master, who was, after all, a trafficker of information, knew more than he really did. He kept these thoughts to himself, however, and followed the irritatingly servile man into the great hall of the Chateau.
The Merovingian, like the King he represented, was seated on a raised dais at the far end of the restaurant, with his aptly named Queen seated beside him, ignoring him completely. Brown took a few moments to take in his surroundings, the placement of the bodyguards and patrons in the room, and look for security features. Like bombs. He noted the conspicuous absence of the Twins from their usual table just below the dais. Brown waited for the Merovingian's signal before approaching his 'Throne'. He also allowed him to speak first. It paid to be polite, after all he was here to get something.
"Well. Agent... Brown, is it?"
Brown nodded, making it look like a partial bow.
"We have not seen you in my lovely abode for some time now, non?"
He nodded again, wishing the pompous Program would just get to the point.
"Well, enough with formalities. What is it that brings you, an Agent of the system, here?"
Brown paused, formulating the best way to ask. "A certain... trivial problem, only of interest to us, has managed to elude us. By our own rules, we are forbidden to search for her. Or, rather, an Agent still in the employ of the system..."
The Merovingian was getting impatient, as he usually was. He had been tapping his foot under the table, much to the aggravation of his Queen, for the past ten minutes while the Agent rambled on. Finally, he broke in. "I do not mean to be rude, but is there any sort of point that you are coming to?"
The Agent looked startled, like he had been broken out of a reverie. He actually paused a few milliseconds, an eternity for a program. He almost said "um". "Yes."
"Then, could you please get to it?"
"We need Smith."
"You mean that exiled high-agent?"
"Yes. You can find him." It wasn't a question.
"Oh, very quickly. The question is, can you make it worth my while?"
"I really don't think you're in a position to..."
The Merovingian wished that the Twins were there, instead of off getting their nails done. He would just have to bluff it. Using a prearranged, inconspicuous signal, he made Cain and Abel begin to approach. Brown looked a little uncomfortable, but mainly unfazed. "Oh, I think I am. You see, if you kill me, you will never get the information. I believe... it is... you who is not in a position to bargain. So tell me, what will you give me?" He smiled his most irritating little smile, and everyone in the restaurant winced at the sheer annoyance.
Fortunately, Brown already had something in mind. "We're going to use Smith to find the Backup, and use her code to save the Matrix."
The Merovingian thought about this. He would survive, no matter what. And he wanted Antoine. So, he would tell them exactly what they wanted, where Smith was. He just wouldn't add that Antoine was living right here. He could barely suppress his laughter at the irony. "Interesting... but not enough. I want code, a good program."
From no where, Brown pulled a laptop out of his suit and held it up. He scrolled through the various programs, until he came to one he thought the Merovingian would like. "This one we obtained from the Rebels. I think you'll find it... interesting..."
"Anyone I know?"
"No. Just a dead programmer from the Nebuchadnezzer, went by the name of 'Mouse'." (A/N: ooooh, guess the program...)
"Fine. Done. These are his coordinates."
Brown nodded slowly, and left the Chateau. He hated it there. He much preferred the stark blankness of headquarters to the bragging splendor of that pompous program's dwelling...
