CHAPTER ONE: Memories of You
The Tacitus was slowly maneuvering among the wreckages of a tunnel network under the dark sky of dust seeking for a suitable and secure broadcast position. It was the quietest ship but the serious sentinel activity required extra attention and the greatest possible care. However the surroundings were quiet and dark yet. So was the ship. But in spite of it Mira couldn't find peace there. She had nothing to do until their arrival so she decided to get some sleep. She withdrew to her cabin but first every effort was in vain. But her struggle ended soon. And that dream came back again. Almost always the same nightmare that haunted her since she was 5 years old. She tried to pretend that her past wasn't real but she was trapped. Trapped in that memory that later became her recurring dream. And it seemed that it would never escape her.
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Soon, after closing her eyes, she woke up in that dream and the familiar pictures came back. She was back at that old abandoned apartment building. The weather was cold and wet outside. It was late in the afternoon. She and her friends were on their way back home when that building caught their attention. They went inside. Everything was silent. Only their whispers and footfalls could be heard. But then something happened. The silence was shattered. First a phone started ringing in a room not far from them. Then shots. A young guy in blind panic was running toward them on the corridor in the semi-darkness. There were two men in pursuit. They looked rather strange. They had earphones in one ear and wore sunglasses in spite of the darkness. After another shot the guy they were chasing fell on the floor and something slipped out of his hand. It stopped in front of Mira's legs on the ground. The guy tried to stand up. He pulled himself to his knees. Then a door opened and another man looked like the two who chased the guy stepped out holding a gun. The man kneeled right in front of the barrel. None of them spoke and after a sharp metal click the gun was fired. But the Agent didn't stop. Bullets continue ripping the man's body. The Agent emptied a clip at him.
Now Mira realized that her friends were nowhere. They ran downstairs after the first shots. But she stayed. She couldn't move.
The guy was riddled with bullets and soon his dead body slumped, smearing blood against the white wall. He slid to the floor and never stood up again. And, as the last empty shells pattered to the ground, there was complete silence again. The gun that was pointed at the guy was slowly lowered and the Agent smirked at the lifeless body. He seemed satisfied. He was, indeed.
"Well, good bye, Mr. Adams." - said he and holstered his gun.
Mira stood in a shadowy corner still unnoticed.
"Go find the others." Sounded his command and the two other Agents turned and left their leader alone. And then she could see the dead man and the blood everywhere. Driven by fear she staggered back. But she crashed into a garbage can. It definitely drew the Agent's attention. Cowered in fear she looked around, but there was nowhere to hide. And the reloaded gun made its way toward her with blinding speed and the Agent's finger wrapped around the trigger again.
Mira was only 5 years old, helpless, speechless, and motionless. She didn't dare neither move nor speak. But tears started rolling down on her cheeks. She fought them but they continued. She fought her fear but her body didn't stop shaking. Her skin was pale and her eyes were red. She was just standing there without knowing what to do. She thought she would be the next who would fall on the floor dead. Her breathing was the only sound.
Then a metal click.
Then silence again. But that kind of silence was almost unbearable. The Agent looked at her. He scanned the little creature from head to foot. She was harmless so after a second consideration he holstered his gun. He turned his attention to the body and crouched down to check it. Then he stood straight and directed his steps toward the little girl. She still didn't move. She was paralyzed by fear. She couldn't look at him. She stared at the floor. She was never been so scared before and now he was approaching her. The patter of his loafer was echoing through the corridor and in her head as well. He was closer and closer with every second and soon he reached her. Then he leaned down and picked up the disk from the ground and smashed it with his bare hand. Then he searched for her eyes but she still stared at the floor.
"Don't you run away like the others?" - asked he.
She shook her head.
"But it's much easier to run than face me alone."
She still didn't move.
"Look at me."
She shook her head again.
Now the Agent crouched in front of her and removed his sunglasses calmly. With his index finger he lifted her chin forcing her to look him in the eye. His hand was as cold as ice. As cold as he himself. Even his eyes were icy blue. But, somehow, without the sunglasses he seemed less cruel. But she drew back immediately. The Agent tilted his head still observing her.
"You are a strange little creature."
But they had no more time. Not far from them, at the end of the corridor the elevator's door opened. She stood with her back to it but the Agent could see it well. It seemed to be empty. Now he stood straight. He put back his shades and started for the elevator. Within seconds bullets started sending showers of debris and ricochets. And she started running in the opposite direction leaving everything behind. The dead body. The bloody wall. The Agent and his opponent. The shots. The screams. Everything. She was running as fast as she could and never looked back.
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It happened almost 20 years ago but she still unable to forget it. His face faded away but his eyes and voice burned deep into her memory. She still could hear the platter of his loafer, the platter of the empty shell and the sound of the shots that killed that man still echoed in her head. It wakes her up almost every night. Just as now.
She awakened. Bathed in sweat she sat up. Then she lied back on the bed staring at the ceiling.
A knock on the door.
She closed her eyes and finally called out:
"Go away."
"Not exactly a greeting I imagined."
Now she looked up. She knew that voice. It was Cat, maybe the only person on this ship who could, or at least, tried to understand her. And soon the door opened and she stepped inside.
"You all right?" - asked she.
"Yeah, I guess."
Cat closed the cabin's door and sat on the bed beside Mira.
"Still can't sleep?"
Mira shook her head and cracked a weak smile. Then she looked away avoiding Cat's eyes.
"That Agent, right? That dream again."
Now Mira looked back.
"It's still with me. ::sigh:: It always returns."
"Did you speak with the Oracle about it?"
"Yeah. Last week."
"And did it help?"
"I can't say it did yet."
"Why? What did she said?"
"She told me that the solution was the problem itself and it was in the dream."
Cat let her continue.
"But . but I can't find it. When I close my eyes, when I'm in that dream with him, I am that 5-year-old helpless little girl again. And my actions, my reactions are always the same. He crouches down but I can do nothing. I can't speak. I can't punch him. I can't even try. I don't even dare to breathe. ......... But ."
"But what?"
"There is another way to see it."
Now she looked away again.
"Why does it make me feel bad?"
"The "dream" could mean the Matrix as well. And the problem is he, Cat."
Now Cat got it.
"Mira it's insane."
"I know how it sounds. But I don't know how long can I live with this hell. I must try it."
"Mira, it's suicide." -said Cat and stood up and stood with her back to Mira staring at the wall. After some seconds she continued: "And you don't even know which one to find. They look the same."
"I will know if I see him."
Cat turned back.
"You are crazy."
"You aren't alone with this opinion."
"Even if you find him, he is still an Agent. And we both have seen many of them. They don't hesitate. They have no fear, no pity. He shoots you dead without a word."
"Last time he let me go."
"It was 20 years ago, for God's sake." ...Silence again........ "Okay. Let's say you go in and somehow find him. And then? What do you intend to do when you face him? Invite him for a cup of coffee?"
"I don't know. I don't know the answers but one thing is certain: today, when the crew goes in I'll go too."
"You won't. You can't. May I remind you that your father forbidden you to plug in after that close encounter with another Agent last month. You almost died."
"But I didn't. I'm okay now. And I don't want to be an operator again. 7 years was enough."
"Mira. Your father is a captain .."
"But not on this ship. And I don't need his permission. I don't need your permission either. You didn't see what I saw. You didn't hear what I heard. You weren't there. You didn't feel that fear that he caused by his mere presence. But I have to suffer it over and over again."
"And what if he doesn't exist any more?"
"He does."
Silence.
"I promised your father that I wouldn't let anything happen to you."
Mira smiled and looked at her friend.
"Then nothing would happen with me. And I'm not that kind, you know. And dad knows it as well."
"Indeed. ::sigh:: But if you die, I'll kill you."
"I don't want to. But a part of me already died, Cat. I'm just trying to save the rest."
"I do not favor the way."
"Neither do I. I hate it. But ..well.. I handle programs better than people. And if it could help.."
Now her door opened again. This time their operator stood in the doorway.
"It's time, ladies." - said he but in the following moment he was nowhere.
They stood up and started for the door. But before they left the cabin Mira looked at Cat:
"Don't tell it to the others, please."
Cat nodded and they hugged each other.
Fortunately it was time to go and it left no time to think. The crew was inside the Matrix within minutes. Their task was to find someone. A potential. Mira's task was to stand on guard and to give signals if Agents might appear. She wanted to do it. She did it inside and outside the Matrix as well. Watching the Agents. Why? She didn't know it herself. But she felt that she had to do it. She also had some close encounters with these programs but she was still alive. Yet.
Her mind was wondering as she was sitting at a table with her mineral water. It seemed that Agents were nowhere. But it wasn't true. They were there, three of them, watching and waiting for the right moment. Two went to the rare door; one chose the front door that wasn't far away from Mira who was watching the passers-by. Everything seemed peaceful. It was an average afternoon for those average, ignorant people. And for her?
It was a new mission but it caused the same feeling. People will die here, today, but will she be among them? Will he be here? Will he remember? And then something drew her attention. Across the street. Somebody was striding down the crowded sidewalk. An Agent. People instantly stepped out of the way. No doubt, it was he. She was sure. It must have been he.
And he was approaching her now with slow steps and with the same unnatural grace. Just as 20 years ago. But now she wasn't that 5 years old helpless little girl. Yet she was unable to move. Again. It was he. She didn't need to hear his voice or see his eyes to tell it. She just felt it and it paralyzed her. And that was her luck. Because he was obviously unaware of her and just passed her. After it she needed some seconds but then she immediately called the others inside. But with that phone call she revealed her identity. She turned toward the building's entrance and saw him. At the same moment, before entering, the Agent stopped and put his hand on his earpiece. Then he slowly turned around. He scanned the area and finally his eyes found hers. But for a moment none of them moved.
Nothing moved. He waited. She waited. Silence.
Then, as if a silent signal were given, he reached for his gun and she had to run. Rules are rules. With this she might be able to save the others but undoubtedly trapped herself. And she didn't care too much about her dream now. She did what she was taught: ran. She was running away from him in a dark dirty alley. But after some seconds she stopped. Something stopped her. And then she turned around. Nobody was behind her. He vanished. She was gasping; her eyes were searching for him but nothing was there. Just silence again. And now she was fed up with that silence. It hurt her ears. It was tense. Annoying. Scary. Strange.
Where was he? Where were the others?
And then her cell phone started ringing. It scared the hell out of her.
"Yeah?"
"Mira, get the hell out of there! Agents are coming."
"Cat? Where are you?"
"On the ship."
"Is everybody in safe?"
"No. We lost two. And the Agents started for you, Mira."
"Why doesn't it surprise me?"
"Shut up and listen to me. Not far from you there is a door to your right. Go there and pick up that damned phone. Quick!"
"He is here, Cat."
"Yeah. To kill you. Please, Mira. Go and pick up that phone."
She hung up and started running in the given direction. But after a few steps her phone started ringing again. But she didn't answer. She didn't have to because she could see what Cat wanted to tell her. An Agent. Right in front of her. He came out of nowhere. It wasn't that Agent she had faced before but it didn't matter right now. The result of their encounter would be the same.
He didn't hesitate and their fight started. They drew out their guns. But he was faster and a bullet started its way toward her. It ripped her right shoulder. She dropped on her knees. Her gun fell on the ground. The Agent approached her. But suddenly she preformed a sweep kick that "swept" the Agent's feet out from under him. He fell backward and the gun slid from his hands. But before she could stand straight the Agent was back on his feet again. He was ready to kill her. She was ready to die but she didn't want to make it easy for him. They started the fight again. Now without guns. And her death was just matter of time. Both of them knew it.
But somebody was watching them. A dark silhouette on the roof. It was Agent Smith whom she had faced first. He was just watching them. To be more precise, he was watching her. Her tenacity was quite exceptional. She continued to fight with passion long after her crewmates had gone. Her stand against the certain death was of great interest to him. But she was only human and her strength started fading quite soon. She was bleeding as well. He moved. He leveled his hand to his earpiece and his command stopped his comrade who obeyed and released Mira. Just in time. She didn't understand what happened. She was lying on the cold ground and tried to stay conscious. The Agent on the roof jumped. He smacked into the pavement on his feet in front of the other one. Mira was watching them. They were communicating with each other but with no words. And soon the one she had fought left them alone.
Now Smith could turn his attention to her. She was still on the ground. He looked down at her. Then he removed his sunglasses. Those icy blue eyes were fixed on her again. She wanted to speak but her mouth didn't obey.
The Agent stepped to her and pulled Mira to her feet. It wasn't pleasant. Then he stood behind her and twisted her arms and pressed her at the brick wall. He held her firmly in his grip and leaned closer. She could feel his warm breath on her neck. He observed her face. It was twisted with pain. But she seemed harmless. Then he spoke.
"I release your hands now but if you don't want to die, don't move."
His grip loosened and her hands were free. Then she was being frisked. Well, that was not so bad. She had to admit. His touch felt gentle now. His hands were slowly sliding along her body strictly following her figure. He started with her arms. Then his hands traveled to her chest. His fingers gently brushed her breasts and then with one swift movement he opened her jacket. Every button gave in to his hand immediately. Then his hands slipped under her jacket and continued their journey down to her stomach. Then they stopped and changed direction. At her waist they slipped backward and traveled along her butt toward her legs. His head was next to hers all the time but now he had to crouch down. She remained motionless. No doubt, he was scrupulous. He checked everything but found nothing. He stood straight again. And then a police officer was approaching them.
"Is everything all right, sir?"
"I need your handcuffs."
The young officer didn't obey immediately. He looked at Mira. She was in an awful state.
"Sir, are you sure it's necessary. She is harmless now. "
The Agent turned to see him.
"The handcuffs, Lieutenant. And spare me your ignorant opinion." - said he and reached out his hand.
Finally the policeman gave him what he wanted and Smith turned back to Mira. Then he twisted her arms again and handcuffed her. It wasn't pleasant. She cried out. The bullet was still inside but it didn't seem that Smith cared too much about it. And then he pushed her at the policeman.
"Take her to the car. She goes with you. .. Handcuffed. Is that clear?"
"Yes. And where, sir?"
"Just follow us." - said he and walked back to the black sedan. His comrades were there too and soon they left the scene with two police cars in pursuit.
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Okay, guys. Well, that would be the first chappie of my next Smith-oriented fic. So what do you think? Be sure to let me know whatever it might be! Second part is well on its way . To be honest I still don't know what type of story this will be. Depends on my mood. But there will be 'something' between them, dontcha think? Well, the frisk-part suggests sth
So that's it for now.
Now it's your turn! React! BBFN
The Tacitus was slowly maneuvering among the wreckages of a tunnel network under the dark sky of dust seeking for a suitable and secure broadcast position. It was the quietest ship but the serious sentinel activity required extra attention and the greatest possible care. However the surroundings were quiet and dark yet. So was the ship. But in spite of it Mira couldn't find peace there. She had nothing to do until their arrival so she decided to get some sleep. She withdrew to her cabin but first every effort was in vain. But her struggle ended soon. And that dream came back again. Almost always the same nightmare that haunted her since she was 5 years old. She tried to pretend that her past wasn't real but she was trapped. Trapped in that memory that later became her recurring dream. And it seemed that it would never escape her.
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Soon, after closing her eyes, she woke up in that dream and the familiar pictures came back. She was back at that old abandoned apartment building. The weather was cold and wet outside. It was late in the afternoon. She and her friends were on their way back home when that building caught their attention. They went inside. Everything was silent. Only their whispers and footfalls could be heard. But then something happened. The silence was shattered. First a phone started ringing in a room not far from them. Then shots. A young guy in blind panic was running toward them on the corridor in the semi-darkness. There were two men in pursuit. They looked rather strange. They had earphones in one ear and wore sunglasses in spite of the darkness. After another shot the guy they were chasing fell on the floor and something slipped out of his hand. It stopped in front of Mira's legs on the ground. The guy tried to stand up. He pulled himself to his knees. Then a door opened and another man looked like the two who chased the guy stepped out holding a gun. The man kneeled right in front of the barrel. None of them spoke and after a sharp metal click the gun was fired. But the Agent didn't stop. Bullets continue ripping the man's body. The Agent emptied a clip at him.
Now Mira realized that her friends were nowhere. They ran downstairs after the first shots. But she stayed. She couldn't move.
The guy was riddled with bullets and soon his dead body slumped, smearing blood against the white wall. He slid to the floor and never stood up again. And, as the last empty shells pattered to the ground, there was complete silence again. The gun that was pointed at the guy was slowly lowered and the Agent smirked at the lifeless body. He seemed satisfied. He was, indeed.
"Well, good bye, Mr. Adams." - said he and holstered his gun.
Mira stood in a shadowy corner still unnoticed.
"Go find the others." Sounded his command and the two other Agents turned and left their leader alone. And then she could see the dead man and the blood everywhere. Driven by fear she staggered back. But she crashed into a garbage can. It definitely drew the Agent's attention. Cowered in fear she looked around, but there was nowhere to hide. And the reloaded gun made its way toward her with blinding speed and the Agent's finger wrapped around the trigger again.
Mira was only 5 years old, helpless, speechless, and motionless. She didn't dare neither move nor speak. But tears started rolling down on her cheeks. She fought them but they continued. She fought her fear but her body didn't stop shaking. Her skin was pale and her eyes were red. She was just standing there without knowing what to do. She thought she would be the next who would fall on the floor dead. Her breathing was the only sound.
Then a metal click.
Then silence again. But that kind of silence was almost unbearable. The Agent looked at her. He scanned the little creature from head to foot. She was harmless so after a second consideration he holstered his gun. He turned his attention to the body and crouched down to check it. Then he stood straight and directed his steps toward the little girl. She still didn't move. She was paralyzed by fear. She couldn't look at him. She stared at the floor. She was never been so scared before and now he was approaching her. The patter of his loafer was echoing through the corridor and in her head as well. He was closer and closer with every second and soon he reached her. Then he leaned down and picked up the disk from the ground and smashed it with his bare hand. Then he searched for her eyes but she still stared at the floor.
"Don't you run away like the others?" - asked he.
She shook her head.
"But it's much easier to run than face me alone."
She still didn't move.
"Look at me."
She shook her head again.
Now the Agent crouched in front of her and removed his sunglasses calmly. With his index finger he lifted her chin forcing her to look him in the eye. His hand was as cold as ice. As cold as he himself. Even his eyes were icy blue. But, somehow, without the sunglasses he seemed less cruel. But she drew back immediately. The Agent tilted his head still observing her.
"You are a strange little creature."
But they had no more time. Not far from them, at the end of the corridor the elevator's door opened. She stood with her back to it but the Agent could see it well. It seemed to be empty. Now he stood straight. He put back his shades and started for the elevator. Within seconds bullets started sending showers of debris and ricochets. And she started running in the opposite direction leaving everything behind. The dead body. The bloody wall. The Agent and his opponent. The shots. The screams. Everything. She was running as fast as she could and never looked back.
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It happened almost 20 years ago but she still unable to forget it. His face faded away but his eyes and voice burned deep into her memory. She still could hear the platter of his loafer, the platter of the empty shell and the sound of the shots that killed that man still echoed in her head. It wakes her up almost every night. Just as now.
She awakened. Bathed in sweat she sat up. Then she lied back on the bed staring at the ceiling.
A knock on the door.
She closed her eyes and finally called out:
"Go away."
"Not exactly a greeting I imagined."
Now she looked up. She knew that voice. It was Cat, maybe the only person on this ship who could, or at least, tried to understand her. And soon the door opened and she stepped inside.
"You all right?" - asked she.
"Yeah, I guess."
Cat closed the cabin's door and sat on the bed beside Mira.
"Still can't sleep?"
Mira shook her head and cracked a weak smile. Then she looked away avoiding Cat's eyes.
"That Agent, right? That dream again."
Now Mira looked back.
"It's still with me. ::sigh:: It always returns."
"Did you speak with the Oracle about it?"
"Yeah. Last week."
"And did it help?"
"I can't say it did yet."
"Why? What did she said?"
"She told me that the solution was the problem itself and it was in the dream."
Cat let her continue.
"But . but I can't find it. When I close my eyes, when I'm in that dream with him, I am that 5-year-old helpless little girl again. And my actions, my reactions are always the same. He crouches down but I can do nothing. I can't speak. I can't punch him. I can't even try. I don't even dare to breathe. ......... But ."
"But what?"
"There is another way to see it."
Now she looked away again.
"Why does it make me feel bad?"
"The "dream" could mean the Matrix as well. And the problem is he, Cat."
Now Cat got it.
"Mira it's insane."
"I know how it sounds. But I don't know how long can I live with this hell. I must try it."
"Mira, it's suicide." -said Cat and stood up and stood with her back to Mira staring at the wall. After some seconds she continued: "And you don't even know which one to find. They look the same."
"I will know if I see him."
Cat turned back.
"You are crazy."
"You aren't alone with this opinion."
"Even if you find him, he is still an Agent. And we both have seen many of them. They don't hesitate. They have no fear, no pity. He shoots you dead without a word."
"Last time he let me go."
"It was 20 years ago, for God's sake." ...Silence again........ "Okay. Let's say you go in and somehow find him. And then? What do you intend to do when you face him? Invite him for a cup of coffee?"
"I don't know. I don't know the answers but one thing is certain: today, when the crew goes in I'll go too."
"You won't. You can't. May I remind you that your father forbidden you to plug in after that close encounter with another Agent last month. You almost died."
"But I didn't. I'm okay now. And I don't want to be an operator again. 7 years was enough."
"Mira. Your father is a captain .."
"But not on this ship. And I don't need his permission. I don't need your permission either. You didn't see what I saw. You didn't hear what I heard. You weren't there. You didn't feel that fear that he caused by his mere presence. But I have to suffer it over and over again."
"And what if he doesn't exist any more?"
"He does."
Silence.
"I promised your father that I wouldn't let anything happen to you."
Mira smiled and looked at her friend.
"Then nothing would happen with me. And I'm not that kind, you know. And dad knows it as well."
"Indeed. ::sigh:: But if you die, I'll kill you."
"I don't want to. But a part of me already died, Cat. I'm just trying to save the rest."
"I do not favor the way."
"Neither do I. I hate it. But ..well.. I handle programs better than people. And if it could help.."
Now her door opened again. This time their operator stood in the doorway.
"It's time, ladies." - said he but in the following moment he was nowhere.
They stood up and started for the door. But before they left the cabin Mira looked at Cat:
"Don't tell it to the others, please."
Cat nodded and they hugged each other.
Fortunately it was time to go and it left no time to think. The crew was inside the Matrix within minutes. Their task was to find someone. A potential. Mira's task was to stand on guard and to give signals if Agents might appear. She wanted to do it. She did it inside and outside the Matrix as well. Watching the Agents. Why? She didn't know it herself. But she felt that she had to do it. She also had some close encounters with these programs but she was still alive. Yet.
Her mind was wondering as she was sitting at a table with her mineral water. It seemed that Agents were nowhere. But it wasn't true. They were there, three of them, watching and waiting for the right moment. Two went to the rare door; one chose the front door that wasn't far away from Mira who was watching the passers-by. Everything seemed peaceful. It was an average afternoon for those average, ignorant people. And for her?
It was a new mission but it caused the same feeling. People will die here, today, but will she be among them? Will he be here? Will he remember? And then something drew her attention. Across the street. Somebody was striding down the crowded sidewalk. An Agent. People instantly stepped out of the way. No doubt, it was he. She was sure. It must have been he.
And he was approaching her now with slow steps and with the same unnatural grace. Just as 20 years ago. But now she wasn't that 5 years old helpless little girl. Yet she was unable to move. Again. It was he. She didn't need to hear his voice or see his eyes to tell it. She just felt it and it paralyzed her. And that was her luck. Because he was obviously unaware of her and just passed her. After it she needed some seconds but then she immediately called the others inside. But with that phone call she revealed her identity. She turned toward the building's entrance and saw him. At the same moment, before entering, the Agent stopped and put his hand on his earpiece. Then he slowly turned around. He scanned the area and finally his eyes found hers. But for a moment none of them moved.
Nothing moved. He waited. She waited. Silence.
Then, as if a silent signal were given, he reached for his gun and she had to run. Rules are rules. With this she might be able to save the others but undoubtedly trapped herself. And she didn't care too much about her dream now. She did what she was taught: ran. She was running away from him in a dark dirty alley. But after some seconds she stopped. Something stopped her. And then she turned around. Nobody was behind her. He vanished. She was gasping; her eyes were searching for him but nothing was there. Just silence again. And now she was fed up with that silence. It hurt her ears. It was tense. Annoying. Scary. Strange.
Where was he? Where were the others?
And then her cell phone started ringing. It scared the hell out of her.
"Yeah?"
"Mira, get the hell out of there! Agents are coming."
"Cat? Where are you?"
"On the ship."
"Is everybody in safe?"
"No. We lost two. And the Agents started for you, Mira."
"Why doesn't it surprise me?"
"Shut up and listen to me. Not far from you there is a door to your right. Go there and pick up that damned phone. Quick!"
"He is here, Cat."
"Yeah. To kill you. Please, Mira. Go and pick up that phone."
She hung up and started running in the given direction. But after a few steps her phone started ringing again. But she didn't answer. She didn't have to because she could see what Cat wanted to tell her. An Agent. Right in front of her. He came out of nowhere. It wasn't that Agent she had faced before but it didn't matter right now. The result of their encounter would be the same.
He didn't hesitate and their fight started. They drew out their guns. But he was faster and a bullet started its way toward her. It ripped her right shoulder. She dropped on her knees. Her gun fell on the ground. The Agent approached her. But suddenly she preformed a sweep kick that "swept" the Agent's feet out from under him. He fell backward and the gun slid from his hands. But before she could stand straight the Agent was back on his feet again. He was ready to kill her. She was ready to die but she didn't want to make it easy for him. They started the fight again. Now without guns. And her death was just matter of time. Both of them knew it.
But somebody was watching them. A dark silhouette on the roof. It was Agent Smith whom she had faced first. He was just watching them. To be more precise, he was watching her. Her tenacity was quite exceptional. She continued to fight with passion long after her crewmates had gone. Her stand against the certain death was of great interest to him. But she was only human and her strength started fading quite soon. She was bleeding as well. He moved. He leveled his hand to his earpiece and his command stopped his comrade who obeyed and released Mira. Just in time. She didn't understand what happened. She was lying on the cold ground and tried to stay conscious. The Agent on the roof jumped. He smacked into the pavement on his feet in front of the other one. Mira was watching them. They were communicating with each other but with no words. And soon the one she had fought left them alone.
Now Smith could turn his attention to her. She was still on the ground. He looked down at her. Then he removed his sunglasses. Those icy blue eyes were fixed on her again. She wanted to speak but her mouth didn't obey.
The Agent stepped to her and pulled Mira to her feet. It wasn't pleasant. Then he stood behind her and twisted her arms and pressed her at the brick wall. He held her firmly in his grip and leaned closer. She could feel his warm breath on her neck. He observed her face. It was twisted with pain. But she seemed harmless. Then he spoke.
"I release your hands now but if you don't want to die, don't move."
His grip loosened and her hands were free. Then she was being frisked. Well, that was not so bad. She had to admit. His touch felt gentle now. His hands were slowly sliding along her body strictly following her figure. He started with her arms. Then his hands traveled to her chest. His fingers gently brushed her breasts and then with one swift movement he opened her jacket. Every button gave in to his hand immediately. Then his hands slipped under her jacket and continued their journey down to her stomach. Then they stopped and changed direction. At her waist they slipped backward and traveled along her butt toward her legs. His head was next to hers all the time but now he had to crouch down. She remained motionless. No doubt, he was scrupulous. He checked everything but found nothing. He stood straight again. And then a police officer was approaching them.
"Is everything all right, sir?"
"I need your handcuffs."
The young officer didn't obey immediately. He looked at Mira. She was in an awful state.
"Sir, are you sure it's necessary. She is harmless now. "
The Agent turned to see him.
"The handcuffs, Lieutenant. And spare me your ignorant opinion." - said he and reached out his hand.
Finally the policeman gave him what he wanted and Smith turned back to Mira. Then he twisted her arms again and handcuffed her. It wasn't pleasant. She cried out. The bullet was still inside but it didn't seem that Smith cared too much about it. And then he pushed her at the policeman.
"Take her to the car. She goes with you. .. Handcuffed. Is that clear?"
"Yes. And where, sir?"
"Just follow us." - said he and walked back to the black sedan. His comrades were there too and soon they left the scene with two police cars in pursuit.
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Okay, guys. Well, that would be the first chappie of my next Smith-oriented fic. So what do you think? Be sure to let me know whatever it might be! Second part is well on its way . To be honest I still don't know what type of story this will be. Depends on my mood. But there will be 'something' between them, dontcha think? Well, the frisk-part suggests sth
So that's it for now.
Now it's your turn! React! BBFN
