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All was quiet in the Logos. Morpheus was plugged in, on a solo mission for once. Neo and Trinity were making general repairs on the Logos, having survived a Sentinel attack just moments ago. Link was keeping a watch out for Morpheus, who was currently locked in a battle with at least a quarter of the NYPD. He was trying to get his only chance for a new ship to replace his Nebachudnezzar, a creation disk, hidden in the core of Chinatown. This information was obtained from a very unlikely source (I'm not telling just yet!).The Logos crew were taking five, having just completed their repairs. Link was daydreaming again, bored of watching Morpheus whacking police again.and again.and again.suddenly, he saw something very alarming.. "Oh shit," he breathed, "Uh, Neo? Trin? I think you should come take a look at this." Neo came running, Trinity following closely. "What?" Neo asked. Link pointed t the screen. Both peered at the screen. It was a transmission.. "I am Captain Dell from the ship Binary. To the first ship that receives this transmission, I fear we have been decimated already. We have encountered the battalion that destroyed Zion. They are rapidly heading this way. We are sending this message as a warning, as to not go within 30 miles of the Zion ruins." "That.was disturbing," remarked Trinity as she saw the screen go blank. "We gotta tell Morpheus," breathed Neo. Link nodded..
Morpheus' phone rang. He landed a kick on the last police's jaw and answered his cell phone. "What is it now, Link?" asked Morpheus impatiently, taking long strides towards a Chinese restaurant"
"Well, sir, we just received a very.disturbing transmission from the Binary."
"How so?"
"Well, according to them, the squiddies that blew Zion up are still hanging round a 30 mile radius of Zion"
Morpheus tensed. This could be a problem. "Exit?" he asked simply.
"One step ahead of you boss, 12th street, subway station."
"Thank you," Morpheus said, hanging up.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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All was quiet in the Logos. Morpheus was plugged in, on a solo mission for once. Neo and Trinity were making general repairs on the Logos, having survived a Sentinel attack just moments ago. Link was keeping a watch out for Morpheus, who was currently locked in a battle with at least a quarter of the NYPD. He was trying to get his only chance for a new ship to replace his Nebachudnezzar, a creation disk, hidden in the core of Chinatown. This information was obtained from a very unlikely source (I'm not telling just yet!).The Logos crew were taking five, having just completed their repairs. Link was daydreaming again, bored of watching Morpheus whacking police again.and again.and again.suddenly, he saw something very alarming.. "Oh shit," he breathed, "Uh, Neo? Trin? I think you should come take a look at this." Neo came running, Trinity following closely. "What?" Neo asked. Link pointed t the screen. Both peered at the screen. It was a transmission.. "I am Captain Dell from the ship Binary. To the first ship that receives this transmission, I fear we have been decimated already. We have encountered the battalion that destroyed Zion. They are rapidly heading this way. We are sending this message as a warning, as to not go within 30 miles of the Zion ruins." "That.was disturbing," remarked Trinity as she saw the screen go blank. "We gotta tell Morpheus," breathed Neo. Link nodded..
Morpheus' phone rang. He landed a kick on the last police's jaw and answered his cell phone. "What is it now, Link?" asked Morpheus impatiently, taking long strides towards a Chinese restaurant"
"Well, sir, we just received a very.disturbing transmission from the Binary."
"How so?"
"Well, according to them, the squiddies that blew Zion up are still hanging round a 30 mile radius of Zion"
Morpheus tensed. This could be a problem. "Exit?" he asked simply.
"One step ahead of you boss, 12th street, subway station."
"Thank you," Morpheus said, hanging up.
TO BE CONTINUED.