(runs in terror from various creatures sent because of the ULTIMATE
CLIFFIE) Eek! OK, OK, no more evil cliffies! For a while, anyway... maybe a
couple of chapters... Sorry I've taken so long to update, various reasons for
this. Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 12 - Decision
Neo looked up and down the street. They were in danger, but they couldn't leave without Asha. Or could they? He remembered his dream. Where Asha had come, and started to fight them. Why would she? She'd already proven that she'd never join the agents. What could convince her?
This was definitely the street in the dream. He'd recognised it as soon as they got there. Everything was the same. That was why he'd been so eager to get away from there. But now this had happened.
Footsteps behind them made Neo turn round. Asha was walking towards them, still looking upset. Well, that was to be expected. Her best friend had been shot. He wasn't dead – Trinity had checked his pulse just after Asha had run away. His pulse was faint, but still there, yet getting weaker. She'd tried to call after her, but she'd already gone.
Trinity ran to meet Asha. Neo, again, felt a jolt of dread. But what was there to worry about? It was only Asha, it had only been a dream-
Asha grabbed onto Trinity's arm and twisted it behind her back. Neo immediately pulled out a gun, but Asha was holding Trinity in front of her.
"Go on, Neo," she said, "Shoot your girlfriend, and you get a clear shot at me."
"Asha?" said Morpheus. He had had no prophetic dreams, and had no idea what was going on. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" said Asha, "Am I really that subtle?"
Morpheus stared in disbelief. Trinity was trying to fight Asha off, but she was strong. Too strong.
"Morpheus," said Neo, guns still trained on Asha, "Something's wrong."
"That, Neo, is obvious."
"No. I don't think this is Asha. Even she's not this heartless-"
"You know, Neo," called Asha, a smile spreading across her face, "The base of the skull is very weak. If you hit someone hard enough right here..." She pointed to Trinity's head, the place where it joined the spine, "...It kills them straight away. Isn't that interesting? One little knock, and Trinity goes bye-bye."
"Let her go," said Neo.
"What are you doing?" said Morpheus to Asha.
"You don't catch on fast, do you, Morpheus?" said Asha, twisting Trinity's arm up another few inches. Trinity cried out unintentionally. The noise echoed around Neo's head. He had to do something, he had to. "This is the end. For all of you. I phone Tank, I go back to the Nebuchadnezzar, no more Tank either. I phone for help, oh it's such a TRAGEDY, my entire crew dead – except me. I get into Zion. Can you just imagine it, Neo? The One dead, the Second Hope betraying, any hope the humans have flies away. Revolution crushed by one little girl. Isn't that nice?"
"Neo," said Morpheus, "Shoot her."
"I can't," said Neo, looking at Trinity. Trinity looked back, keeping her face free from emotion. She knew what Neo had to do, and couldn't let him let his love for her get in the way.
"Neo, run," she said, "Get out of here, you have to get out of the Matrix, it's the only way you have a chance-"
"I can't."
"Neo, she'll kill us all anyway-"
"Sorry to interrupt," said Asha. She quickly glanced at Morpheus, and whipped the cellphone out of his hand. "Naughty, naughty, don't go getting any ideas. So, Neo, where are on the whole sacrificing-girlfriend-to-try- and-save-the-world dilemma?"
"Neo, you have to," said Morpheus.
"It's Asha," said Neo, "She would stop the bullets anyway."
"But you could at least try-"
Neo looked at Trinity. There was no way he could kill her, knowing that it couldn't do any good anyway. Asha was getting bored.
"Come on, people, I know that this is a TERRIBLE emotional dilemma, but this is getting tedious," she said, "Look, Neo, I'll decide for you, OK?"
The guns shot out of Neo's hands. Asha hit Trinity round the head, and she fell over, a gash on the side of her head starting to bleed.
Please, thought Neo, please, don't let her be-
He couldn't think for long, though. Asha jumped at him, and it was all he could do to stop the blows raining down on him. Asha had the advantage. Normally Neo would be able to beat her, but he was distracted. Morpheus tried to fight as well, but Asha fought him easily, parrying all his blows, finally kicking him and sending him flying several metres down the street. Falcon leapt to his feet, his face set, as though he had no hope for himself but wanted to do his part. But he was dispatched by a chop to the side of the head, and unconscious was immediate. Neo was on his own.
As he continued to block the rapid, endless blows from Asha, Neo glanced at Trinity. She stirred, but didn't open her eyes. That gave him hope; she was still alive. But if Asha – if it was really her – defeated him, what hope did she have?
"Trinity!" he called, "You have to get out of here!"
Trinity still didn't open her eyes. "Heroics," said Asha, "Not out of place, but unfortunately, completely useless." Unexpectedly, she kicked him round the head. He fell over, made to get up, but found Asha standing over him, gun pointing at his head. He tried to get up, but a force was holding him down, and he couldn't move.
"I think the Powerpuff girls could beat you hands down," she said.
* * * * *
"Well?" said Agent Smith. Asha didn't answer. She couldn't think. "Of course, I can guess what it's going to be. Humans can always be counted on to make the wrong decision for the world. Though saving Neo may seem to be the best thing for mankind, it may not be."
"Shh," said Asha. She couldn't think of anything else to say - her mind was filled with confusion.
"Ah - deciding to be heroine, are we?" said Agent Smith, "Then you won't need this, will you?" He opened his hand and let the vial fall.
"NO!" screamed Asha. Agent Smith caught it again with the same hand that he'd dropped it, looking at Asha sardonically. "I - I haven't decided yet."
"Not so easy to kill your best friend to 'save mankind', is it dear?" said Agent Smith. Asha's heart skipped a beat. She'd never thought of it like that. She would, she'd be killing her best friend.
Asha knew she only had seconds to make her mind up, but this was the hardest decision she had ever had to make – way harder than whether to do Art or Drama for GCSE. What had she done then? She'd asked Jon what he thought – well, that wasn't really an option right now.
Jon. She couldn't let him go. They'd been best friends for years, they knew each other better than they knew them themselves. But then there was her crew. What hope did the rebels have without the One? And Trinity and Morpheus – they'd helped her so much, from even before she knew about the Matrix, when they saved her from the agents. And Falcon – he was her friend now. She couldn't let him down either.
But then, she would feel sad – but only for a little while. If she really did forget everything, her grief would be forgotten as well. She could live like a normal teenager. That was what she wanted – wasn't it?
"The clock is ticking, Miss Warner," said Agent Smith, "What are you going to do?"
Asha didn't reply. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Her mind was in turmoil. She shoved her hands into her pockets. Suddenly she felt something in them. She took it out, but she could tell what it was before she saw it.
It was a spoon.
* * * * *
Asha grinned. "You know you're going to die, don't you, Neo?" she said, "I can see it in your eyes."
Neo kept his face passive. He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of seeing his fear. Not for himself, but for those he cared about, especially Trinity. He wished that even if he didn't get out of this, she would escape somehow.
"Bye bye, Neo," she said. Neo stared unblinkingly at her, willing Trinity to move. Asha's finger taughtened. Neo braced himself for the bullet. He had died once before, and that hadn't been a barrel of laughs either-
The bullet never came. Asha looked at her hand, which was now empty of a gun. She immediately looked behind her, eyes widening slightly. Neo looked as well.
Asha had just appeared there, face set. Neo glanced from Asha to Asha, more than slightly confused. But when Neo looked closer, he could see that she had tears in her eyes as she stood there, and she looked pale. Suddenly he understood.
"Come on, Calypso," she said, "Spread the fun around."
Asha – or Calypso, Neo now knew – composed herself. "So, Miss Warner, you choose the honourable thing to do, as many of your movie-going generation believe they would. I personally expected you to do the smart thing. You appeared intelligent enough..."
"Appearances can be deceiving," said Asha. She leapt forward so suddenly that even Neo wasn't expecting it. Calypso, however, evidently had been, and blocked her blows.
The punches and kicks rained down as fast as lightning. It was an even match – they were identical, identical in speed, and precision, and technique. Calypso was, in essence, another Asha. Soon Neo could barely tell them apart – the only way to distinguish them was to look at their faces. Calypso's face was one of concentration, while Asha's was passive, as though she was just accepting everything that came, but her eyes told the real story, as they always did. Neo could see that they were filled with anger and pain.
As soon as Neo took in what had happened, he jumped to his feet, grabbing the gun off the ground, and firing it quickly at Calypso. She leapt into the air to avoid the bullet and landed on a nearby windowsill, catlike. Neo swiftly threw a gun to Asha as well, but neither of them fired straight away.
Calypso laughed. "I see why Agent Smith was so keen to annihilate you," she said, crouched on the sill, looking down at them. "You're just a nuisance. Not threatening – rather like a fly. No immediate threat, but irritating enough to warrant feelings of ill-will."
"This is only the beginning," said Asha, keeping her gun steady.
"Yes, well, I have better things to do with my time," said Calypso, "But I can almost guarantee that one day I'll see you again. In fact – I'm already looking forward to it." Calypso suddenly sprang from the sill and shot into the air. Asha made no effort to stop her.
Neo dropped the gun and ran to Trinity's side. Morpheus got up and came over, and helped her sit up, ripping off part of his shirt to use as a bandage. Neo looked up. Asha was kneeling next to Jon, her head bent, holding his hand, one silent tear sliding down her face.
"Asha, he might be OK-" said Neo, but Asha held out a hand.
"He won't be," she said, "Not now." She felt his pulse once more. It fluttered once more, then faded completely. Asha felt a scream building up inside, threatening to burst out, but she kept it in, knowing that if she started she would never stop. It hurt so much that she couldn't bear it. Neo came over and rested a hand on her shoulder. She sank down onto the ground and hugged her knees, burying her head in them. Jon was dead. Calypso had shot him. But Calypso hadn't killed him. She had. She'd chosen to let him die. Had she done the right thing?
She continued to sit next to him, clutching his hand, eyes closed but no more tears coming. She heard Trinity, Neo and Morpheus talking about needing to get back, but neither of them made any move to make her get up. Finally, Falcon came over and sat next to her, putting his arm around her shoulder. Gently he detached her hand from Jon's, helped her to her feet and led her to the nearest phone box.
***
Can it be? YES, THERE WAS NO EVIL CLIFFIE! Celebrate!
Two Bored Idiots – Ooh, goodie, nice to have an 'Australian Branch of Hyperosity, Randomness and the darn well Weird' there. Tell them to play 'Always look on the Bright Side of Life'. Fruit loops, eh? Right... (runs to nearby shops)
Im a Brandybuck – Yay, I'm even confusing people who don't read the story! My work is done!
Theshiz – They may, but not for a while yet... Ha! She DIDN'T save them all! Take THAT, Indy! Yes, I saw Gim-boy in it, he looks really tall.... it's so weird...
Trinity144 – Yes, I know that from my friend. Last time she came round my mum bought a big bottle of vanilla coke just for her, and I screamed at her, "NOO! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE????" But it was too late...
MollyJean – Yes, thank you, thank you very much... Queen of Evil Cliffies! I should add that to list of titles... and to my university application, when I write it... Maybe not...
Huntress – It drives us all crazy. Damn A-Levels... How are you expected to only choose FOUR? Ooh, perfect cliffie? Wow... nah, it would be perfect if you had no idea what was going to happen next, like at the end of Reloaded... Even then I was slightly psychic and had guessed that you could go into the Matrix without being plugged in...
Eman on tog I – No, you're not annoying! I do that, though – if given option A and option B, I take Option C... And you're name is contradictory, because now you DO have a name, so it should be Od I ti desrever I taht won tub enam a evah ot esu t'ndid I.
Kit19 – MORE attack chickens? (spots them coming) EEEEK! (flees)
Beloved Fool – I have vampires on my wardrobe... Snap!
Deity of Sorrow – Sorry about the evil cliffie, but I needed ONE major choice for the title of the story to refer to...
Sirocco.flow – Well, I got stranded halfway up a hill on a bus with five other people, and we all attempted to push it UP the hill, one of us nearly got squashed, and finally after over two hours I walked about a mile down the hill in the snow to my friend's house...
Alocin – Mmm... attack chicken nuggets... Haha, Smithy Smithy Smithy! He's so cool! Except he actually scared me in Revolutions... anyway, that is not the last of Smith in this story!
Becca, Claire and a whole lotta other people – Speaking of awards ceremonies, GO LORD OF THE RINGS!! 11 NOMINATIONS!! But none for acting, preciousss, that bugses usss.... 'But what about the cast? I want to hear more about them. The movie wouldn't have got far without the cast...' 'Mystic River? What madness drove them there? You'll find more cheer in a graveyard!'
T'Lorie – Oh, I want to write an interrogation scene, believe me. But I can't find a good time for one just yet. I'm planning on writing a prequel – about how David became who he was, how he joined the agents and everything. There may be an interrogation scene in that!
Jack Cole – Spooks, yes, I've seen that. One of the characters has been my main inspiration for David, actually – one time on it there was this weird teenager who was hacking into the government files. And he was cool. Good luck on the breeding thing! I need all the help I can get, Tescos refuses to give me free fruit loops...
Chapter 12 - Decision
Neo looked up and down the street. They were in danger, but they couldn't leave without Asha. Or could they? He remembered his dream. Where Asha had come, and started to fight them. Why would she? She'd already proven that she'd never join the agents. What could convince her?
This was definitely the street in the dream. He'd recognised it as soon as they got there. Everything was the same. That was why he'd been so eager to get away from there. But now this had happened.
Footsteps behind them made Neo turn round. Asha was walking towards them, still looking upset. Well, that was to be expected. Her best friend had been shot. He wasn't dead – Trinity had checked his pulse just after Asha had run away. His pulse was faint, but still there, yet getting weaker. She'd tried to call after her, but she'd already gone.
Trinity ran to meet Asha. Neo, again, felt a jolt of dread. But what was there to worry about? It was only Asha, it had only been a dream-
Asha grabbed onto Trinity's arm and twisted it behind her back. Neo immediately pulled out a gun, but Asha was holding Trinity in front of her.
"Go on, Neo," she said, "Shoot your girlfriend, and you get a clear shot at me."
"Asha?" said Morpheus. He had had no prophetic dreams, and had no idea what was going on. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" said Asha, "Am I really that subtle?"
Morpheus stared in disbelief. Trinity was trying to fight Asha off, but she was strong. Too strong.
"Morpheus," said Neo, guns still trained on Asha, "Something's wrong."
"That, Neo, is obvious."
"No. I don't think this is Asha. Even she's not this heartless-"
"You know, Neo," called Asha, a smile spreading across her face, "The base of the skull is very weak. If you hit someone hard enough right here..." She pointed to Trinity's head, the place where it joined the spine, "...It kills them straight away. Isn't that interesting? One little knock, and Trinity goes bye-bye."
"Let her go," said Neo.
"What are you doing?" said Morpheus to Asha.
"You don't catch on fast, do you, Morpheus?" said Asha, twisting Trinity's arm up another few inches. Trinity cried out unintentionally. The noise echoed around Neo's head. He had to do something, he had to. "This is the end. For all of you. I phone Tank, I go back to the Nebuchadnezzar, no more Tank either. I phone for help, oh it's such a TRAGEDY, my entire crew dead – except me. I get into Zion. Can you just imagine it, Neo? The One dead, the Second Hope betraying, any hope the humans have flies away. Revolution crushed by one little girl. Isn't that nice?"
"Neo," said Morpheus, "Shoot her."
"I can't," said Neo, looking at Trinity. Trinity looked back, keeping her face free from emotion. She knew what Neo had to do, and couldn't let him let his love for her get in the way.
"Neo, run," she said, "Get out of here, you have to get out of the Matrix, it's the only way you have a chance-"
"I can't."
"Neo, she'll kill us all anyway-"
"Sorry to interrupt," said Asha. She quickly glanced at Morpheus, and whipped the cellphone out of his hand. "Naughty, naughty, don't go getting any ideas. So, Neo, where are on the whole sacrificing-girlfriend-to-try- and-save-the-world dilemma?"
"Neo, you have to," said Morpheus.
"It's Asha," said Neo, "She would stop the bullets anyway."
"But you could at least try-"
Neo looked at Trinity. There was no way he could kill her, knowing that it couldn't do any good anyway. Asha was getting bored.
"Come on, people, I know that this is a TERRIBLE emotional dilemma, but this is getting tedious," she said, "Look, Neo, I'll decide for you, OK?"
The guns shot out of Neo's hands. Asha hit Trinity round the head, and she fell over, a gash on the side of her head starting to bleed.
Please, thought Neo, please, don't let her be-
He couldn't think for long, though. Asha jumped at him, and it was all he could do to stop the blows raining down on him. Asha had the advantage. Normally Neo would be able to beat her, but he was distracted. Morpheus tried to fight as well, but Asha fought him easily, parrying all his blows, finally kicking him and sending him flying several metres down the street. Falcon leapt to his feet, his face set, as though he had no hope for himself but wanted to do his part. But he was dispatched by a chop to the side of the head, and unconscious was immediate. Neo was on his own.
As he continued to block the rapid, endless blows from Asha, Neo glanced at Trinity. She stirred, but didn't open her eyes. That gave him hope; she was still alive. But if Asha – if it was really her – defeated him, what hope did she have?
"Trinity!" he called, "You have to get out of here!"
Trinity still didn't open her eyes. "Heroics," said Asha, "Not out of place, but unfortunately, completely useless." Unexpectedly, she kicked him round the head. He fell over, made to get up, but found Asha standing over him, gun pointing at his head. He tried to get up, but a force was holding him down, and he couldn't move.
"I think the Powerpuff girls could beat you hands down," she said.
* * * * *
"Well?" said Agent Smith. Asha didn't answer. She couldn't think. "Of course, I can guess what it's going to be. Humans can always be counted on to make the wrong decision for the world. Though saving Neo may seem to be the best thing for mankind, it may not be."
"Shh," said Asha. She couldn't think of anything else to say - her mind was filled with confusion.
"Ah - deciding to be heroine, are we?" said Agent Smith, "Then you won't need this, will you?" He opened his hand and let the vial fall.
"NO!" screamed Asha. Agent Smith caught it again with the same hand that he'd dropped it, looking at Asha sardonically. "I - I haven't decided yet."
"Not so easy to kill your best friend to 'save mankind', is it dear?" said Agent Smith. Asha's heart skipped a beat. She'd never thought of it like that. She would, she'd be killing her best friend.
Asha knew she only had seconds to make her mind up, but this was the hardest decision she had ever had to make – way harder than whether to do Art or Drama for GCSE. What had she done then? She'd asked Jon what he thought – well, that wasn't really an option right now.
Jon. She couldn't let him go. They'd been best friends for years, they knew each other better than they knew them themselves. But then there was her crew. What hope did the rebels have without the One? And Trinity and Morpheus – they'd helped her so much, from even before she knew about the Matrix, when they saved her from the agents. And Falcon – he was her friend now. She couldn't let him down either.
But then, she would feel sad – but only for a little while. If she really did forget everything, her grief would be forgotten as well. She could live like a normal teenager. That was what she wanted – wasn't it?
"The clock is ticking, Miss Warner," said Agent Smith, "What are you going to do?"
Asha didn't reply. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Her mind was in turmoil. She shoved her hands into her pockets. Suddenly she felt something in them. She took it out, but she could tell what it was before she saw it.
It was a spoon.
* * * * *
Asha grinned. "You know you're going to die, don't you, Neo?" she said, "I can see it in your eyes."
Neo kept his face passive. He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of seeing his fear. Not for himself, but for those he cared about, especially Trinity. He wished that even if he didn't get out of this, she would escape somehow.
"Bye bye, Neo," she said. Neo stared unblinkingly at her, willing Trinity to move. Asha's finger taughtened. Neo braced himself for the bullet. He had died once before, and that hadn't been a barrel of laughs either-
The bullet never came. Asha looked at her hand, which was now empty of a gun. She immediately looked behind her, eyes widening slightly. Neo looked as well.
Asha had just appeared there, face set. Neo glanced from Asha to Asha, more than slightly confused. But when Neo looked closer, he could see that she had tears in her eyes as she stood there, and she looked pale. Suddenly he understood.
"Come on, Calypso," she said, "Spread the fun around."
Asha – or Calypso, Neo now knew – composed herself. "So, Miss Warner, you choose the honourable thing to do, as many of your movie-going generation believe they would. I personally expected you to do the smart thing. You appeared intelligent enough..."
"Appearances can be deceiving," said Asha. She leapt forward so suddenly that even Neo wasn't expecting it. Calypso, however, evidently had been, and blocked her blows.
The punches and kicks rained down as fast as lightning. It was an even match – they were identical, identical in speed, and precision, and technique. Calypso was, in essence, another Asha. Soon Neo could barely tell them apart – the only way to distinguish them was to look at their faces. Calypso's face was one of concentration, while Asha's was passive, as though she was just accepting everything that came, but her eyes told the real story, as they always did. Neo could see that they were filled with anger and pain.
As soon as Neo took in what had happened, he jumped to his feet, grabbing the gun off the ground, and firing it quickly at Calypso. She leapt into the air to avoid the bullet and landed on a nearby windowsill, catlike. Neo swiftly threw a gun to Asha as well, but neither of them fired straight away.
Calypso laughed. "I see why Agent Smith was so keen to annihilate you," she said, crouched on the sill, looking down at them. "You're just a nuisance. Not threatening – rather like a fly. No immediate threat, but irritating enough to warrant feelings of ill-will."
"This is only the beginning," said Asha, keeping her gun steady.
"Yes, well, I have better things to do with my time," said Calypso, "But I can almost guarantee that one day I'll see you again. In fact – I'm already looking forward to it." Calypso suddenly sprang from the sill and shot into the air. Asha made no effort to stop her.
Neo dropped the gun and ran to Trinity's side. Morpheus got up and came over, and helped her sit up, ripping off part of his shirt to use as a bandage. Neo looked up. Asha was kneeling next to Jon, her head bent, holding his hand, one silent tear sliding down her face.
"Asha, he might be OK-" said Neo, but Asha held out a hand.
"He won't be," she said, "Not now." She felt his pulse once more. It fluttered once more, then faded completely. Asha felt a scream building up inside, threatening to burst out, but she kept it in, knowing that if she started she would never stop. It hurt so much that she couldn't bear it. Neo came over and rested a hand on her shoulder. She sank down onto the ground and hugged her knees, burying her head in them. Jon was dead. Calypso had shot him. But Calypso hadn't killed him. She had. She'd chosen to let him die. Had she done the right thing?
She continued to sit next to him, clutching his hand, eyes closed but no more tears coming. She heard Trinity, Neo and Morpheus talking about needing to get back, but neither of them made any move to make her get up. Finally, Falcon came over and sat next to her, putting his arm around her shoulder. Gently he detached her hand from Jon's, helped her to her feet and led her to the nearest phone box.
***
Can it be? YES, THERE WAS NO EVIL CLIFFIE! Celebrate!
Two Bored Idiots – Ooh, goodie, nice to have an 'Australian Branch of Hyperosity, Randomness and the darn well Weird' there. Tell them to play 'Always look on the Bright Side of Life'. Fruit loops, eh? Right... (runs to nearby shops)
Im a Brandybuck – Yay, I'm even confusing people who don't read the story! My work is done!
Theshiz – They may, but not for a while yet... Ha! She DIDN'T save them all! Take THAT, Indy! Yes, I saw Gim-boy in it, he looks really tall.... it's so weird...
Trinity144 – Yes, I know that from my friend. Last time she came round my mum bought a big bottle of vanilla coke just for her, and I screamed at her, "NOO! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE????" But it was too late...
MollyJean – Yes, thank you, thank you very much... Queen of Evil Cliffies! I should add that to list of titles... and to my university application, when I write it... Maybe not...
Huntress – It drives us all crazy. Damn A-Levels... How are you expected to only choose FOUR? Ooh, perfect cliffie? Wow... nah, it would be perfect if you had no idea what was going to happen next, like at the end of Reloaded... Even then I was slightly psychic and had guessed that you could go into the Matrix without being plugged in...
Eman on tog I – No, you're not annoying! I do that, though – if given option A and option B, I take Option C... And you're name is contradictory, because now you DO have a name, so it should be Od I ti desrever I taht won tub enam a evah ot esu t'ndid I.
Kit19 – MORE attack chickens? (spots them coming) EEEEK! (flees)
Beloved Fool – I have vampires on my wardrobe... Snap!
Deity of Sorrow – Sorry about the evil cliffie, but I needed ONE major choice for the title of the story to refer to...
Sirocco.flow – Well, I got stranded halfway up a hill on a bus with five other people, and we all attempted to push it UP the hill, one of us nearly got squashed, and finally after over two hours I walked about a mile down the hill in the snow to my friend's house...
Alocin – Mmm... attack chicken nuggets... Haha, Smithy Smithy Smithy! He's so cool! Except he actually scared me in Revolutions... anyway, that is not the last of Smith in this story!
Becca, Claire and a whole lotta other people – Speaking of awards ceremonies, GO LORD OF THE RINGS!! 11 NOMINATIONS!! But none for acting, preciousss, that bugses usss.... 'But what about the cast? I want to hear more about them. The movie wouldn't have got far without the cast...' 'Mystic River? What madness drove them there? You'll find more cheer in a graveyard!'
T'Lorie – Oh, I want to write an interrogation scene, believe me. But I can't find a good time for one just yet. I'm planning on writing a prequel – about how David became who he was, how he joined the agents and everything. There may be an interrogation scene in that!
Jack Cole – Spooks, yes, I've seen that. One of the characters has been my main inspiration for David, actually – one time on it there was this weird teenager who was hacking into the government files. And he was cool. Good luck on the breeding thing! I need all the help I can get, Tescos refuses to give me free fruit loops...