Disclaimer: The Matrix ain't mine, the story is….you know the usual

Author's Note: Hey y'all! * hears echoes of emptiness *, Ya that's what I thought, lol. Anyway, I've added a bit to the story, not that I'll post it all until I have proof that someone other than me knows this story exists…hidden meaning? Please R&R! Pretty please, with sugar and chocolate sauce on top?

----------- The Next Day ---------

*RING! *

"Hello?"

" Hello Nous."

"Who is this? What do you want?"

"You know who I am."

"… Morpheus?"

" That's right."

" Who was that guy who gave me this phone? And you still haven't said what you want."

" The man you met was Cypher."

" Why won't you tell me what you want?!"

" Because you know what I want Nous… you know I want to show you what you have been blinded from."

" And what would that be?"

" The Truth."

" So what is 'the truth'?"

" It is too hard to explain here and now, over the phone.  If you want to find out the truth go to Garden Gate Park and wait by the street, someone will meet you there."

"How will I know it's you?"

" You'll know."

*Click*

----45 minutes later -----

A young woman with auburn hair pulled up into a pony tail, wearing jeans and a blue tank top stands near the street at Garden Gate park.  She looks around anxiously. She's been waiting for 25 minutes, and no one else is around.  It's getting late and it is obvious she is thinking about leaving. A few minutes later a black sedan pulls up and stops directly in front of where she is standing; she steps back as the window rolls down.

"Get in", and then the door opens.  She looks around once more, and then enters the car, closing the door behind her.

" Where's Morpheus?"

"What? Aren't you happy to see me again? I'm hurt." Cypher pouts slightly before smirking.

" Where are we going?"

" You ask a lot of questions." Switch replied.

" Don't mind her.  We're taking you to Morpheus but we have to make sure we're not followed."

" Why should someone follow us?"

" Because the agents aren't stupid, it's possible they caught on and chose to follow you to find us."

" Agents…you mean like the FBI or something?"

" Something like that. But don't worry, we'll be there soon." Cypher sat back in his seat and relaxed.

Nous turned to look out the window and the car was filled with silence.  The diffused light from outside played on her pale sin and reflected off her hair making it look all the more fiery.  She was tall, and slim with average muscle tone.  Cypher continued to watch her, the expressions on her face and the way she nervously played with the ring on her finger.

Soon Switch slowed the car to a stop in front of the ruined factory. Without a word, all three occupants exited the car. Switch lead the way to the door with Cypher taking up the back.  Switch opened the door, and Cypher moved forward to direct Nous towards the room where Morpheus was waiting.  From the look on Nous face she was nervous but when she caught Cypher looking at her she quickly covered it up with a smile. 

" Nice place? You decorate it?"

" Oh no, too good for me, the decorator just left a few minutes ago. Fantastic job, eh?" Cypher smirked.

" Remind me to get their number."