A few minutes later Agent Elle had regained consciousness... and
immediately wished she hadn't. The whole room had been redecorated to the
style of the 1980s, which had the effect of causing the Agent to have a
flashback of her senior prom. Let me tell you, the Matrix Agent Academy
isn't exactly known for great parties... at least not the official ones
that take place on campus. Anyhow, after being momentarily overwhelmed by
the rotating lights and cheap neon and lamé décor, she quickly spotted the
other humans and programs and quickly assessed the situation (and horrible
80s fashion):
The programs (Agent Elle, Agent Brown, The Merovingian, Persephone (wearing the infamous "Fatal Attraction" interrogation dress), the Twins (in Gordon Gekko-esqe suits), and Miro (dressed like early Madonna!!)) had all been dragged to a corner and neatly tied up with what appeared to be brightly colored jump ropes. The Humans (Niobe, Morpheus, Neo, Trinity, Apoc, and Switch (all were dressed as glam/Goths... if you can remember Orgy and their "Blue Monday" cover, you get the picture) were in an opposite corner, likewise out cold and tied around a column of speakers.
"Hsst! Hey!" It was Ghost, who had managed to elude whoever tied everyone up. He was dressed like a skater boy and had snuck up behind the Agents and was starting to untie them. "Do you know what's going on? I thought I heard someone singing, and then all the lights went out! You... you don't think it's *him,* do you?" Agent Elle grimaced as she moved at super human speed to untie the others. "You mean number 57? The so-called 'Crazy One'?" "Yeah. Nobody, human or program, has seen him since that battle with Neo during the Night of Storms..." Agent Elle sighed. "You would think that SOMEONE noticed an Agent in a red zoot-suit and a black feather boa, but-" "SHHH!" Agent Brown was now awake, as were the other programs and a few of the humans.
"What is i- Aaugh! OW!" Neo had tried to stand up while still being tied to Trinity, Apoc, and Switch. "Shh!" Agent Brown thought he had heard something... something on the ceiling. "What is it?" asked Miro groggily, "Was it a $#!+ weasel?" There was an odd silence for a moment. "Where on *earth*-" started One "-did *that* come from?" finished Two. Miro shrugged. "I was having a nightmare-" "WILL YOU LOT OF NUTTERS BE QUIET?! I THINK I HEARD SOMETHING!!" roared Agent Brown. "Since when did he use British slang?" muttered One softly. Miro giggled.
"THERE- eer, I mean, (whispers) there it is again!" They all were silent, listening intently for whatever Agent Brown was hearing.
"Hee hee hee... I'm your Boogie Man, that's what I am..."
Whatever he was, he did not get to finish because the rest of the song was drowned out by gunfire. A moment later in a corner of the ceiling of Café La Vrai there was a good-sized area riddled with bullet holes. "Did you get him?" asked Persephone anxiously. "Uh... no, Milady. There is no body there..." Suddenly the room went dark again, with only the spinning disco lights for illumination.
Somebody had gotten to the DJ booth and commandeered the microphone and started yelling random bits of songs: "I was struck by lightning! Walking down the street! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY-O! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY-O! Daylight come and he wan' go home! You've got to whip it! And whip it good! Dum dum dum (lower pitch) dum da-dum dum da-dum (higher pitch) dum dum dum dm da-dum dum da-dum!"
Agents Elle and Brown started firing on the turntables. There was no doubt now how their mysterious assailant was: Agent Smith clone Number 57, a combination of the demented "Smith-virus" and a severely warped ex-program who had been (among other things) a fashion model and a performance artist. A sudden thought struck Agent Brown: if the Merovingian was retiring as the "main villain" of the Matrix, who was going to take his place? The Agent rounded on the faux Frenchman. "Did. You. Invite. Him. Here?!" "No, no, nonononononono, of course not! No!" This did little to endear him to the already distressed Agent. "Are you aware of what he *is*?! The Original Smith could hardly control him! This one is so unstable the *laws of physics* barely apply to him!" The Merovingian looked sheepish. "I just thought he would make your lives a little more interesting...!"
Agent Brown dearly wanted to punch him out right there, but there were other matters to attend to, such as how were they going to capture or kill someone/thing they could not see in spite of his garish attire. Now free, Neo and the others were anxiously scanning the room for any sign of movement.
"So, Milady," said Miro to her Mistress, "Is the party off?" Persephone, ever the blonde (in spite of being a brunette) smiled and said, "No, it is only being postponed for a while!" Miro sighed. "No rest for the wicked, eh?" she thought to herself, as she handed Persephone a gun and prepared for battle.
The programs (Agent Elle, Agent Brown, The Merovingian, Persephone (wearing the infamous "Fatal Attraction" interrogation dress), the Twins (in Gordon Gekko-esqe suits), and Miro (dressed like early Madonna!!)) had all been dragged to a corner and neatly tied up with what appeared to be brightly colored jump ropes. The Humans (Niobe, Morpheus, Neo, Trinity, Apoc, and Switch (all were dressed as glam/Goths... if you can remember Orgy and their "Blue Monday" cover, you get the picture) were in an opposite corner, likewise out cold and tied around a column of speakers.
"Hsst! Hey!" It was Ghost, who had managed to elude whoever tied everyone up. He was dressed like a skater boy and had snuck up behind the Agents and was starting to untie them. "Do you know what's going on? I thought I heard someone singing, and then all the lights went out! You... you don't think it's *him,* do you?" Agent Elle grimaced as she moved at super human speed to untie the others. "You mean number 57? The so-called 'Crazy One'?" "Yeah. Nobody, human or program, has seen him since that battle with Neo during the Night of Storms..." Agent Elle sighed. "You would think that SOMEONE noticed an Agent in a red zoot-suit and a black feather boa, but-" "SHHH!" Agent Brown was now awake, as were the other programs and a few of the humans.
"What is i- Aaugh! OW!" Neo had tried to stand up while still being tied to Trinity, Apoc, and Switch. "Shh!" Agent Brown thought he had heard something... something on the ceiling. "What is it?" asked Miro groggily, "Was it a $#!+ weasel?" There was an odd silence for a moment. "Where on *earth*-" started One "-did *that* come from?" finished Two. Miro shrugged. "I was having a nightmare-" "WILL YOU LOT OF NUTTERS BE QUIET?! I THINK I HEARD SOMETHING!!" roared Agent Brown. "Since when did he use British slang?" muttered One softly. Miro giggled.
"THERE- eer, I mean, (whispers) there it is again!" They all were silent, listening intently for whatever Agent Brown was hearing.
"Hee hee hee... I'm your Boogie Man, that's what I am..."
Whatever he was, he did not get to finish because the rest of the song was drowned out by gunfire. A moment later in a corner of the ceiling of Café La Vrai there was a good-sized area riddled with bullet holes. "Did you get him?" asked Persephone anxiously. "Uh... no, Milady. There is no body there..." Suddenly the room went dark again, with only the spinning disco lights for illumination.
Somebody had gotten to the DJ booth and commandeered the microphone and started yelling random bits of songs: "I was struck by lightning! Walking down the street! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY-O! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY-O! Daylight come and he wan' go home! You've got to whip it! And whip it good! Dum dum dum (lower pitch) dum da-dum dum da-dum (higher pitch) dum dum dum dm da-dum dum da-dum!"
Agents Elle and Brown started firing on the turntables. There was no doubt now how their mysterious assailant was: Agent Smith clone Number 57, a combination of the demented "Smith-virus" and a severely warped ex-program who had been (among other things) a fashion model and a performance artist. A sudden thought struck Agent Brown: if the Merovingian was retiring as the "main villain" of the Matrix, who was going to take his place? The Agent rounded on the faux Frenchman. "Did. You. Invite. Him. Here?!" "No, no, nonononononono, of course not! No!" This did little to endear him to the already distressed Agent. "Are you aware of what he *is*?! The Original Smith could hardly control him! This one is so unstable the *laws of physics* barely apply to him!" The Merovingian looked sheepish. "I just thought he would make your lives a little more interesting...!"
Agent Brown dearly wanted to punch him out right there, but there were other matters to attend to, such as how were they going to capture or kill someone/thing they could not see in spite of his garish attire. Now free, Neo and the others were anxiously scanning the room for any sign of movement.
"So, Milady," said Miro to her Mistress, "Is the party off?" Persephone, ever the blonde (in spite of being a brunette) smiled and said, "No, it is only being postponed for a while!" Miro sighed. "No rest for the wicked, eh?" she thought to herself, as she handed Persephone a gun and prepared for battle.