A/N: ano… I know this is kinda short, but this is just filler for what happens next. It started out rather slow, I know, but after this it's gonna go pretty fast. I promise.
D/C: uh… I'm not Larry or Andy, so obviously, I place no claim on the Matrix, it's characters, or it's… Matrix-y-ness. Rhiannon is mine. And the character Doe is I guess, but he doesn't really have a character, so… 917 and the A-lines are all whims of my own imagination and a small cup of ice cream with chocolate sauce and the stress of finals. But, anyways, however it started, it continues due to reviews and a slice of my birthday cake. XP I have cake and you don't *taunts* meep! *dodges flying shoe*
The Continuation of: Rhiannon
~
One agent whispered to another, "4100 is going to kill 917."
"Then 917 was too weak," replied the other.
A third agent said, "You would let the humanoid win?"
"Stop them," snapped the second agent, obviously angered at being overruled.
The first agent leapt through the green glass. He motioned for the girls to come to the center of the court. When they reached him, he held up both of their arms, saying, "It is a draw due to the exhaustion of available weaponry."
Both sides of the A-lines below cheered, but Rhiannon's side cried longer and louder than the subdued and dejected A-lines who had supported 917. Everyone knew who won.
~@~
After the fight, Agent Doe escorted Rhiannon to a different part of the building, one that she had never seen. Which included most of the agency's headquarters, for that matter, but this area was something she could never have imagined. It was long and dark and steel and solid and cruel and cold and creepy and—No more adjectives, Rhiannon calmly chided herself.
Agent Doe was leading her down a creepy black steel corridor, with no doors anywhere. Agent Doe was talking, telling her something about rules and times and meetings and things she couldn't give a damn about because she was too busy trying not to think about the one Powerpuff Girls episode where the Sandman gets stuck in the nightmare hallway—the one that goes on and on and on and then eyes start staring at you and—None of that, dammit, Rhiannon scolded her overactive imagination. She was beginning to creep herself out. You're being silly, Rhiannon. No reason to panic, you're just in a hallway, she reassured herself, but then felt extraordinarily stupid and immature to be afraid of a hallway.
Agent Doe walked along the left side of the wall and stopped suddenly. He turned to Rhiannon, who nearly walked into him. She realized that he was still talking.
"And these are your quarters. You are expected in the conference room at six o'clock sharp tomorrow morning. There will be a meeting at eight in the same room, so if you are finished before then, doubtless you won't be, but if you are, you will need to return to the conference room at eight," said Doe in the same cruel monotone he always used to speak.
She was wondering about whether he ever had any other tones besides it and disgust when he asked if she had any questions.
After waiting for three seconds for an answer, Agent Doe said, "Goodnight," as he flicked from sight.
"Wait!" cried Rhiannon, but it was too late; Agent Doe was already gone. "Shit! How do I get into my bloody room?!"
She waited for a few seconds for an answer before violently kicking the wall. "Dammit!" she cursed, turning and slamming her back against the wall. She slid down it, mumbling such things that would make a sailor blush.
-}^^#~@~#^^{-
Will Rhiannon get into her room? Will she make it to the meeting in the morning? Will she figure out where it is? Will the agents ever stop calling her A2060474100 or some shortened form of that? Will the questions never end?! Tune in really soon for "A Very Important Date: the Meeting in the Morning" for the answers! But first, be sure to vote on whether Rhiannon should meet Pandora!!! Remember viewers, your vote counts *car salesman smile*
~MnI~
Check back in an hour, I'm on that much sugar—I mean, a roll! That much of a roll! Yeah, that's it… *eats birthday cake*
