Title: This One Refused

Author: Perfect Ruin

Rating: Will not go higher than PG-13

Disclaimer: The Matrix and all their characters belong to the Wachowski Brothers and Warner Brothers. I own Kiree and any other original characters that you don't recognize.

Summary: Steps have to be taken to destroy the exiled Agent Smith.

Author Notes: Hi *waves* my name is Perfect Ruin, but you can just call me Ruin. This is the first fic I have written without a set idea of where it is going and an idea how it's going to end. So it should be fun J It's set between the first Matrix and into Reloaded, but the war isn't at the stage it is in canon (i.e. Smith is cloning people but the Sentinels aren't digging)

The title will make sense in a few chapters time but if you'll let I'd rather not spoil what it's referring to (but 'One' isn't referring to Neo)

Word Count: 537

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Kiree, AKA Spectrum ran down the rainy street like a creature of pure evil was after her.

The truth was far less horrific though; she was merely late for work. Another late night in front of her computer had caused her to sleep through her alarm. Her boss had already chewed her out earlier in the week for being late.

Skidding to a stop at a street to avoid getting hit by a car a delivery truck screamed past and drove through what must have been the biggest puddle in New York.

"Shit," Kiree swore under her breath as the contents of the puddle drenched her. She was soaked from her hair, which was light brown with darker streaks, and kept in a short ponytail that dropped just down past her shoulders, her black jacket and pants, even her heavy black boots. At least the boots were ok; they were from an army disposal store so they were used to rough treatment.

A short boy in a private school uniform laughed at her. Kiree just glared and walked on toward her job, she was late so there was no point in running anymore.

Data-entry, how exciting. At least it related to computers. In her spare time she was a hacker that paid better. Her online alias was Spectrum; something she felt suited her, as she displayed a full range of everything. Calm to angry in a matter of moments, weak as water or as strong as a brick wall, she was the shades of gray if ever they existed in a person.

She pushed the revolving door and jumped into the elevator doors as they closed. This somewhat rash act earned a couple of disapproving looks from people who didn't live in a one-bedroom apartment, and that drove cars. People who earned more money than her.

Money wasn't very important to her; as long as her computer had electricity to run and she had enough to eat she was happy.

She didn't do much outside her apartment besides going to the library, movies, or an occasional concert.

"You're late," a sneering voice said from behind her.

"Screw you," she said as she shook out her wet hair and continued to her cubicle and logged onto her computer. The owner of the voice, a sharp-faced co-worker named Flint looked over the patrician at her.

"Donahue was looking for you, you look great by the way."

"I can crash your computer from her, don't push me," Flint smirked and walked away.

"Jerk," Kiree muttered under her breath as he walked away.

"I hope that was an empty threat," her boss, Donahue said as he walked into her cubicle. Kiree forced a smile onto her face.

"Of course it was sir, I would never interfere with company property like that."

"Well, good. Otherwise it may be something else that would put you under review."

"Come on Donahue, give a break. I might be late a couple of times but I do the work of three people in here."

"Rules are rules, try and not be late."

Kiree flashed a salute as he turned his back. Reaching over to the overflowing pile in her in tray she started to enter the data.

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Ok, sorry not much happened in that chapter. There is more coming.