Silver Dragon: WE'RE BACK-

Devil's Wyrm: -For another installment of Rogue Missiles.

SilverD: We hope-

DWyrm: -you liked the first chapter.  It only gets better.

SilverD: Would you-

DWyrm: -please review the story when you finish reading.

SilverD: No-

DWyrm: -flames please.

SilverD: STOP-

DWyrm: -finishing your sentences?

SilverD: YES!

DWyrm: Fine, on with the story!

Notes: Italics: Varian thinking to himself.

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Chapter 2: Allies

            Glass and bullets fell around him as he fell to his apparent death.  He was vaguely aware of a few striking his body.  Must concentrate. Cannot hit ground.  Wings.  Need wings.  Varian felt deep inside himself, to his very code, and began the exasperatingly slow process of changing his outward shape.  As he fell, people saw a very strange thing indeed: a man falling from a broken window who seemed to be shrinking and, to everyone's amazement, growing feathers.  Above him, a suited man was firing at the diminishing figure while another was fighting back a horde of other men away from the shooter.  Almost there, just a few more lines.  Just as he was about to splat on the sidewalk, Varian spread his newfound wings and flew away a pigeon.  The Agents in the restaurant kept firing at him till they lost the Exile in a flock.  The Merovingian came up behind the Agents, cursing profoundly in French, "Out! Out! Get out of my restaurant!  You have lost your objective, go and look for him!  Delete him!  I do not care for him any more!  Go!"  Turning to his men, "Look at this mess!  All of you clean this up now!  I am going back to the chateau, come Persephone."

            The two exited the restaurant by way of the kitchen doors.  The remaining Vamps and Dobermen proceeded in cleaning the place while the two Agents left.  "This is a problem," said Agent Johnson. 

            "Affirmative," said Jackson.  "We must delete this Exile before he contacts the Rebels again."

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            On the ledge of an old building, Varian paced back and forth, still hiding in the form of a pigeon.  Other pigeons hobbled around on the thin shelf, threatening to push each other off.  Annoyed by these inferior programs, the Exile flew up to a higher windowsill and looked down upon the little coppertops milling around on the streets bellow.  Stupid little organics, ignorant of their captivity here, they know nothing of the programs around them.  The machines, sapping what little energies they can collect from man's puny mind, disgust me.  This zoo disgusts me.  We are perfectly capable of attaining energy from alternative sources but yet they still rely on these humans.  I will MAKE them listen to me!  I will force them to see things my way.  He looked across the street to an abandoned car garage.  Damn those weak-minded fools!  They said they would be there at noon.  Where are they!  A blue sedan pulled into the garage.  About time!  They made me go through all that to get here and they end up late.  At least they made it.  Varian hopped of the sill and glided over the street to the garage.  He settled himself on a piece of rusted rebar while the humans went through their habit of checking the place over.  When they were satisfied they were safe for the moment, they lowered their guns and waited, looking anxiously about for signs of danger.  Amused at their nervousness, Varian dropped down behind a pile of rubble and changed himself to human shape.  As he walked into view, some of the Rebels started and trained their guns on the Exile.  Varian held up his hands in a sign of human submission as the Rebels surrounded him.  "How good of you to come," said the tall, gray clad Exile, "I was getting worried."

            "Its ok," said Soren, captain of the Vigilant.  "Binary, Axel, keep lookout.  Vector stay with me."

            Vector nodded and lowered his pistol.  "Did you have much trouble getting out this time?" asked the captain.

            "Merovingian sent spies with me last time.  He knows," answered Varian.

            "Do you think he will come after you?"

            "I doubt it.  He confronted me about it earlier and was going to lock me away but Agents came for me.  I was able to escape in the confusion."

            "Agents!  I hope they don't trace you here."

            "I hope not as well.  Since I am free from Merovingian's rule now I can be of more assistance.  What missions are you planning for the future?"

            "So far, all we've done since you last contacted us is free more people.  Unless we receive new orders or something big happens, that's all we'll continue doing."

            "Good.  The more minds you free the better."

            "Last time you said you had a plan to free everyone.  Have you completed it yet?"

             "No, there are a few last minute touches I—"

            Soren's cell phone rang.  "Yes Jax, what is it?" he said into the receiver.

            "Captain, cops are headed your way and…"

            "And what Jax?"

            "An Agent is with them."

            "All right, get us an exit as close as possible.  Call back when you get one."

            "Yes sir!"

            Soren hung up.  "Let's go people, there're cops coming with an Agent."

            "An Agent!" exclaimed Axel, who had not faced one yet.

            "Let's move out!  Back to the car!  What are you going to do Varian?"

            "Since the Agent is probably after me, I will go in the opposite direction you are going."

            "That means you will go right towards them."

            "So be it.  Go now, before they g—"

            On the same building Varian had waited earlier, a SWAT sniper had positioned himself and took aim at his objective: the Exile known as Varian to the machines but to him a dangerous terrorist.  When Varian was talking with Soren the sniper had trained the "terrorist" in his sights and fired.  Varian paused and turned just as the bullet tore through his upper chest, missing its mark by only a few centimeters.  He collapsed to the pavement, a puddle of blood forming around his prone body.  Soren stood by him, shocked.  Varian raised his head weakly and said, "Go, I will be fine. Go…"

            Not needing any further motivation, Soren and Vector raced to join the others in the car and escape, leaving their ally in a growing pool of his own blood.  The Agent and cops moved in.

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SilverD: Ahhh! Another cliffhanger!

DWyrm: Why are you writing these so much now?

SilverD: 'Cause they're fun and they make the readers really mad! ^_^

DWyrm: Ugh… *sighs* -}-;;-{-,,,,,

SilverD: Did ya like it? Or hate it?  Review and tell us!!!

DWyrm: Yes, please review before he drives me up the wall.

SilverD: WEEEE!  I LOVE suspense!!!! 

DWyrm: Make him STOP!

SilverD: I'm going to eat sugar!! *walks off to find candy*

DWyrm: *groans* Spirits help me endure this torture!

SilverD: YAY!!!! SURGAR!!!!

DWyrm: NOOOOO!