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I don't own Smith or anybody from the film. The other characters may or may
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I'm just playing with them.
Chapter Nine: Bad News
A black shiny car stopped in front of the Agency's Headquarters. It was Smith. He stepped out and headed towards the entrance. Before he reached it he lifted his gaze at the building:
"Back to life!" - said he and entered.
In spite of his poker face he felt better. Definitely better. He was "home" after all. This place was neutral, clean, sterile, well-ordered, systematic. Everything that the hospital wasn't. Before he reached his office he met with Agent Brown.
"Agent Smith. I've been looking for you for hours. What were you doing?"- asked Brown.
"I was in the hospital. I checked Mr. Potter."- said Smith with a neutral voice.
"How is he?"
"He died, Agent Brown."
Brown hesitated but finally said:
"It's not a good news."
"No. But tell me something that I haven't known yet. What about Agent Stevenson?"
"He vanished. We still haven't found him."
"Don't worry, Agent Brown. He will come back. He hasn't finished yet."
"What are you talking about?"
"He is a traitor. He caused that massacre at the warehouse and I think that it was he who fired first in the darkness. And he shot Mr. Potter because he knew about his betrayal."
"But how will you proof that if Mr. Potter died?"
"There is an other human who heard him when he betrayed us. And he will come back to kill her, I'm sure."
"Her?"
"Yes. This human is a female."
"And do you know where to find her?"
"Not yet. But I have to find her before Agent Stevenson."
"But we were given other orders."
"What?"
"The lists with the names we have to check."
"Have you gathered every information about them?"
"Yes. The files are on your desk."
"All right. I'll run through them and then I'll inform you and Agent Jones about the further steps."
Agent Brown nodded and they parted. Smith went into his office. The files were on his desk but first he ignored them. He sat down and took Sam's letter out of his pocket. He was gazing at it. Then he produced the paper which bore the address. But finally he persuaded himself to look through the files. He was holding the last folder when Agent Jones entered. There was an other folder in his hand. Smith turned to him:
"It's for you, Agent Smith."- said Jones.
"What is this?"
"It was sent from higher quarters."- said Jones and handled it to Smith.
Smith opened the folder and ran through it. He read it with a frown. It wasn't a good sign.
"Get out!" - said Smith to Jones.
"But..."
"No ifs, ands or buts. Leave this room now."
Jones turned on his heel and left Smith alone. It was a bad news. Smith superiors said that he failed to do his duty. If he don't find Agent Stevenson and evidence against him they will hold him 'personally' responsible for everything that had gone wrong at the meeting and for loosing one of the most important insider. He got 1 month and he could use every applicable means. For the meantime he will be suspended from office. This was like a nightmare. Smith clenched his teeth and banged the folder on the ground and the other one at the opposite wall. But one sheet left in his hand. He was about to crumple it but the name on it caught his attention. Thompson, Kate. He walked over to his desk and checked the list. This name was there too. Among the suspicious names. And it wasn't good. But at that moment it didn't matter. Then he walked up to the file on the ground. The papers were lying about. He bent down to collect them. He found a photo among the papers. He lifted it and had a closer look at it. The woman in the picture was about 30 years old. She had straight, shoulder-length fair hair and blue eyes. She wasn't ugly at all. Although Smith wasn't a human he wasn't blind either. And he was a male after all. So why not? In point of fact she was a beautiful creature. But it just crossed his mind. But he couldn't imagine that this female was a police officer. He could hardly imagine that she would punch or shoot somebody. But there was something that he had learnt about humans: judging by appearance could be a huge mistake. But now Agent Brown walked in the room.
"Everything is all right, Agent Smith?"
Smith didn't turn. He put the picture back to the folder with the other papers and stood up. Then he turned to Brown:
"Yes, Agent Brown. Everything is just perfect."
"I heard what happened."
"Yes. You and I think the entire Agency. So what do you want?"
"I just wanted to know what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to find that human and Agent Stevenson. That's my only chance."
"Is there anything you need?"
Smith was staring at Brown. Then he produced a piece of paper.
"Yes. I want you to see about it."- said Smith and gave him the paper on which there was the address. "I can't make out the whole address but perhaps you can do something with it."
Brown studied the paper than he looked at Smith:
"Anything else?"
"Yes. The files. You and Agent Jones will have to check those people because I'm suspended from office."
"All right. And what about that one?"-asked Brown and pointed at the folder in Smith hand.
"I'll check it by myself."-said Smith. "Leave me alone."
Brown nodded, turned and left the room. Smith needed time to think about what he should do. Who could give him advice? How should he deal with that female? How to tell her what he wants and why? And how to explain her these things without talking her about the Matrix and himself? About himself. Yes. He worried more about that part. But it will be inevitable and necessary if he would have to gain her trust. And then he remembered that once Agent Jones mentioned a department of the Agency. The H.B.R.C.. Yes. That was what he needed. It may be worth trying. After one hour Agents Jones and Brown entered the room.
"Have you found something?"-asked Smith.
"Yes. It is an apartment flat's address. - said Brown and handled Smith a sheet. "But I still don't know the room number."
"It doesn't matter. It will be all right."- said Smith while he was studying the paper.
The Agents wanted to leave the room but Smith's voice stopped them:
"Agent Jones. I want you to stay."-said Smith still looking at the paper.
Jones turned back and Brown closed the door.
"Yes?"-asked Jones.
"What do you know about the H.B.R.C.?"
"It's the Human Behavior Research Center. We wanted to use their research results at the interrogations. But it didn't work."
"Why?"
"Because it takes too much time and energy to gain a human's trust. And every human reacts in different ways. It's not effective at interrogations."
"I see. How can I access to their files?"
"Every Agent has an access to them. But we hardly use those information. Just give your ID number and the department ID codes."
"What are they?"
"HB-5698321.98-C5."
"All right. That would be all."
Agent Jones nodded and left the room and Smith with his thoughts. He was still holding the paper that Brown had given to him. He looked at it. There was every necessary information about the building and the people who live in it. He should check this address not that one in the file. It must be false or old and Stevenson would check that address. So Smith could gain time and he could find Kate before him.
He found that building. It was clean and it was in a good condition too. Smith entered. He chose the elevator. The flat was on the 3rd floor. He stepped out but after it he wasn't sure what to do next. He had checked the names of the people living in the house but -of course- didn't find Kate Thompson. She might have lived with one of her friends. As Smith was standing in the middle of the corridor a woman appeared behind him. He didn't saw her and he didn't cared about her either. He was busy looking for something usable information on the sheet. He seemed to be lost and helpless for the woman. She walked up to him:
"Excuse me, Sir. Can I help you?"
Smith turned to see her:
"Help?"
"Yes. You seemed to be a little bit helpless."
"I'm just looking for a flat."-said Smith.
"There is a flat on this floor to let."
"No. I'm looking for somebody's flat but I don't know the room number."
"Oh. I see. But you know the name?"
"Yes. Thompson. Kate Thompson."
"I know her. She lives next to me. But she isn't at home. She went back to the police station."
"And the room number?"
"348."
"Thank you."- said Smith and walked to the elevator.
"Hey! Won't you leave a message or something?"
"No."- said Smith as the elevator's doors closed.
He went directly to the police station. Stevenson hasn't appeared yet but it's just matter of time. So Smith had to hurry. He really expected her to be at home. But she wasn't. And Agent Stevenson also had access to every other information except this address. So he also knew where she worked. Smith entered the building. It was a really busy place. He walked to a desk and asked the officer who was sitting there:
"Where is Lieutenant Thompson?"
"I'm sorry she is off duty and I'm not at liberty to say where she is now."
Smith started to feel angry. This human didn't even look at him when he was speaking. Smith grabbed his tie and pulled him closer so now he was looking at him in the eye.
"You won't be at liberty at all if you don't say!"- said Smith. He looked quite angry.
"Hey, man. Calm down! All right. OK! But tell me your name at least."
"Smith. Agent Smith."
"If you lucky you will find her in her office. She is packing."
"Why?"
"She has just heard that his father died. She is leaving this place for a while. So don't ...."-but Smith interrupted him.
"Where is her office?"
"There."- said the man and pointed at an office. It was one floor up.
Smith walked up. The door was open but the blinds were down. Smith walked over to the door and stopped. She was standing with her back to him. She was packing her belongings into a large box. She wasn't wearing uniform but jeans with a T-shirt. Smith scanned her from head to foot and then he asked:
"Kate Thompson?"
"It depends on who wants to know?"- said Kate and turned to see him.
"I'm Agent Smith."
"Good for you. And what do you want, Agent Smith?"
"Because time presses I have to be brief. Your life is in danger. You have to come with me. Immediately."
"Oh. Sure! But you didn't say the magic word."
"I'm serious, Ms. Thompson."
"I'm on holiday. Find my colleague. She will at your service."
"It's a private matter."
"Stand in the line, Agent Smith. I had too many private matters in the last few days. So whatever it is it can wait."
"No, Ms. Thompson. It can't wait. And with this attitude I give you maximum 1 hour to live."
"You don't get anywhere with force or threats."
"Neither with logical arguments, as I see it."
"I think it would be easier if you made yourself clear."
"Agent Stevenson is coming for you."
"Who?"
"That Agent who you could hear when you were with your father."
"What do you know about it?"
"I know that this Agent shot your father. I know because I saw it. And now he is looking for you. And sooner or later he is going to find you."
"And why do you want to help?"
"Because we also have an unsettled private matter."
Smith took a step closer:
"Ms. Thompson. You look intelligent enough to understand it."
"Understand what?"
"Without my help you're going to die. Without your testimony I'm going to loose my job or more. So we need each other whether we like it or not."
"Well. Huh! Er.. Just give me a little time to digest it."
"I'll give you time but not now and not here. We have to leave this place as fast as possible."
"But Dave, my friend, is waiting for me outside."
"Send him away. Right now. He just put us off."
"But..."
"Or do you want me to tell him?"
"No! No. Let me do this by myself. I'll see to it."
Smith stood almost in the door and it didn't seemed that he would move. So Kate put two hands lightly on his waist to move him out of the way. Smith didn't expect to this and he had no time to avoid the contact. As he turned he got a glimpse of Agent Stevenson. He was talking with a policeman who pointed towards Kate's office. Kate was about to step out but Smith pulled her back to the office and pressed her to the wall.
"Hey! It hurts! What the hell are you doing?"
Smith stopped her mouth with one hand and drew out his gun with the other.
"If Stevenson find you THAT will hurt! So stay here and be quiet if it's possible. Understood?"
Kate nodded and Smith released her. He stepped out and looked around. He couldn't see Stevenson but it was just matter of time. Then he went back.
"We have to make a swift exit!"- said Smith and walk over to the window. Then he grabbed a chair and smashed it.
"And what about Dave?"-asked Kate.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Thompson, but I can handle one disaster at a time. So jump!"-said Smith and pointed at the window.
"Sure! What do you think? We are on the 4th floor."
"Tell me, Ms. Thompson. Did I create the impression that it interests me what you think? Jump or you're going to die!"
Kate hesitated so Smith pushed her out. Then he jumped. Smith landed on his feet but Kate had a bad fall. She had several bruises, a glass splinter cut her arm and her thigh and she put her left shoulder out. Smith helped her up and asked:
"Are you all right?"
"NO! Are you mad? We could have died!"-shouted Kate.
"But we didn't."
But as Smith said it several shots were fired from the office's window. It was Stevenson. He was about to jump but Smith shot him and he fell backward.
"Let's go!"- said Smith.
"Is he dead?"-asked Kate.
"For a while."
"What do you mean 'for a while'?"
"It's complicated, Ms. Thompson. And it's neither the right time nor the right place to discuss it."
They went to a car which was parking not far from there and climbed in. But Stevenson appeared again. And he wasn't alone. Two other Agents were with him. They stepped in the way and pointed their guns at them. The guns were fired. Smith pressed Kate down in front of the seat so every bullet hit him. It happened what he never wanted. But he had to defend her and there was no other way. Green lights flashed around his body and finally an unknown person's body left in the car that weighed heavy on Kate.
"Smith?"
Nothing.
"Smith speak to me! Are you all right?"
Still nothing. Kate managed to push the body aside. Then she could see what she had suspected. It wasn't Smith. And somehow she was glad. She was sure that he was an Agent too. But not CIA or FBI. But these things just flashed across her mind. She was in a great trouble. The three Agents were still standing in front of the car. They were waiting. As she looked through the windscreen they pointed their guns at her. But Smith came back. He shot them one by one and walked over to the car. He opened the car's door and pulled out the body. Then he climbed in and looked at Kate.
"Don't you want to tell me something?"
"Yes. We have to talk, Ms. Thompson." - said Smith as he started the engine.
But suddenly several cars appeared behind them. Police cars. But Smith was sure that Stevenson and the other two Agents weren't far away either. He stepped on the gas and the car chase started.
Chapter Nine: Bad News
A black shiny car stopped in front of the Agency's Headquarters. It was Smith. He stepped out and headed towards the entrance. Before he reached it he lifted his gaze at the building:
"Back to life!" - said he and entered.
In spite of his poker face he felt better. Definitely better. He was "home" after all. This place was neutral, clean, sterile, well-ordered, systematic. Everything that the hospital wasn't. Before he reached his office he met with Agent Brown.
"Agent Smith. I've been looking for you for hours. What were you doing?"- asked Brown.
"I was in the hospital. I checked Mr. Potter."- said Smith with a neutral voice.
"How is he?"
"He died, Agent Brown."
Brown hesitated but finally said:
"It's not a good news."
"No. But tell me something that I haven't known yet. What about Agent Stevenson?"
"He vanished. We still haven't found him."
"Don't worry, Agent Brown. He will come back. He hasn't finished yet."
"What are you talking about?"
"He is a traitor. He caused that massacre at the warehouse and I think that it was he who fired first in the darkness. And he shot Mr. Potter because he knew about his betrayal."
"But how will you proof that if Mr. Potter died?"
"There is an other human who heard him when he betrayed us. And he will come back to kill her, I'm sure."
"Her?"
"Yes. This human is a female."
"And do you know where to find her?"
"Not yet. But I have to find her before Agent Stevenson."
"But we were given other orders."
"What?"
"The lists with the names we have to check."
"Have you gathered every information about them?"
"Yes. The files are on your desk."
"All right. I'll run through them and then I'll inform you and Agent Jones about the further steps."
Agent Brown nodded and they parted. Smith went into his office. The files were on his desk but first he ignored them. He sat down and took Sam's letter out of his pocket. He was gazing at it. Then he produced the paper which bore the address. But finally he persuaded himself to look through the files. He was holding the last folder when Agent Jones entered. There was an other folder in his hand. Smith turned to him:
"It's for you, Agent Smith."- said Jones.
"What is this?"
"It was sent from higher quarters."- said Jones and handled it to Smith.
Smith opened the folder and ran through it. He read it with a frown. It wasn't a good sign.
"Get out!" - said Smith to Jones.
"But..."
"No ifs, ands or buts. Leave this room now."
Jones turned on his heel and left Smith alone. It was a bad news. Smith superiors said that he failed to do his duty. If he don't find Agent Stevenson and evidence against him they will hold him 'personally' responsible for everything that had gone wrong at the meeting and for loosing one of the most important insider. He got 1 month and he could use every applicable means. For the meantime he will be suspended from office. This was like a nightmare. Smith clenched his teeth and banged the folder on the ground and the other one at the opposite wall. But one sheet left in his hand. He was about to crumple it but the name on it caught his attention. Thompson, Kate. He walked over to his desk and checked the list. This name was there too. Among the suspicious names. And it wasn't good. But at that moment it didn't matter. Then he walked up to the file on the ground. The papers were lying about. He bent down to collect them. He found a photo among the papers. He lifted it and had a closer look at it. The woman in the picture was about 30 years old. She had straight, shoulder-length fair hair and blue eyes. She wasn't ugly at all. Although Smith wasn't a human he wasn't blind either. And he was a male after all. So why not? In point of fact she was a beautiful creature. But it just crossed his mind. But he couldn't imagine that this female was a police officer. He could hardly imagine that she would punch or shoot somebody. But there was something that he had learnt about humans: judging by appearance could be a huge mistake. But now Agent Brown walked in the room.
"Everything is all right, Agent Smith?"
Smith didn't turn. He put the picture back to the folder with the other papers and stood up. Then he turned to Brown:
"Yes, Agent Brown. Everything is just perfect."
"I heard what happened."
"Yes. You and I think the entire Agency. So what do you want?"
"I just wanted to know what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to find that human and Agent Stevenson. That's my only chance."
"Is there anything you need?"
Smith was staring at Brown. Then he produced a piece of paper.
"Yes. I want you to see about it."- said Smith and gave him the paper on which there was the address. "I can't make out the whole address but perhaps you can do something with it."
Brown studied the paper than he looked at Smith:
"Anything else?"
"Yes. The files. You and Agent Jones will have to check those people because I'm suspended from office."
"All right. And what about that one?"-asked Brown and pointed at the folder in Smith hand.
"I'll check it by myself."-said Smith. "Leave me alone."
Brown nodded, turned and left the room. Smith needed time to think about what he should do. Who could give him advice? How should he deal with that female? How to tell her what he wants and why? And how to explain her these things without talking her about the Matrix and himself? About himself. Yes. He worried more about that part. But it will be inevitable and necessary if he would have to gain her trust. And then he remembered that once Agent Jones mentioned a department of the Agency. The H.B.R.C.. Yes. That was what he needed. It may be worth trying. After one hour Agents Jones and Brown entered the room.
"Have you found something?"-asked Smith.
"Yes. It is an apartment flat's address. - said Brown and handled Smith a sheet. "But I still don't know the room number."
"It doesn't matter. It will be all right."- said Smith while he was studying the paper.
The Agents wanted to leave the room but Smith's voice stopped them:
"Agent Jones. I want you to stay."-said Smith still looking at the paper.
Jones turned back and Brown closed the door.
"Yes?"-asked Jones.
"What do you know about the H.B.R.C.?"
"It's the Human Behavior Research Center. We wanted to use their research results at the interrogations. But it didn't work."
"Why?"
"Because it takes too much time and energy to gain a human's trust. And every human reacts in different ways. It's not effective at interrogations."
"I see. How can I access to their files?"
"Every Agent has an access to them. But we hardly use those information. Just give your ID number and the department ID codes."
"What are they?"
"HB-5698321.98-C5."
"All right. That would be all."
Agent Jones nodded and left the room and Smith with his thoughts. He was still holding the paper that Brown had given to him. He looked at it. There was every necessary information about the building and the people who live in it. He should check this address not that one in the file. It must be false or old and Stevenson would check that address. So Smith could gain time and he could find Kate before him.
He found that building. It was clean and it was in a good condition too. Smith entered. He chose the elevator. The flat was on the 3rd floor. He stepped out but after it he wasn't sure what to do next. He had checked the names of the people living in the house but -of course- didn't find Kate Thompson. She might have lived with one of her friends. As Smith was standing in the middle of the corridor a woman appeared behind him. He didn't saw her and he didn't cared about her either. He was busy looking for something usable information on the sheet. He seemed to be lost and helpless for the woman. She walked up to him:
"Excuse me, Sir. Can I help you?"
Smith turned to see her:
"Help?"
"Yes. You seemed to be a little bit helpless."
"I'm just looking for a flat."-said Smith.
"There is a flat on this floor to let."
"No. I'm looking for somebody's flat but I don't know the room number."
"Oh. I see. But you know the name?"
"Yes. Thompson. Kate Thompson."
"I know her. She lives next to me. But she isn't at home. She went back to the police station."
"And the room number?"
"348."
"Thank you."- said Smith and walked to the elevator.
"Hey! Won't you leave a message or something?"
"No."- said Smith as the elevator's doors closed.
He went directly to the police station. Stevenson hasn't appeared yet but it's just matter of time. So Smith had to hurry. He really expected her to be at home. But she wasn't. And Agent Stevenson also had access to every other information except this address. So he also knew where she worked. Smith entered the building. It was a really busy place. He walked to a desk and asked the officer who was sitting there:
"Where is Lieutenant Thompson?"
"I'm sorry she is off duty and I'm not at liberty to say where she is now."
Smith started to feel angry. This human didn't even look at him when he was speaking. Smith grabbed his tie and pulled him closer so now he was looking at him in the eye.
"You won't be at liberty at all if you don't say!"- said Smith. He looked quite angry.
"Hey, man. Calm down! All right. OK! But tell me your name at least."
"Smith. Agent Smith."
"If you lucky you will find her in her office. She is packing."
"Why?"
"She has just heard that his father died. She is leaving this place for a while. So don't ...."-but Smith interrupted him.
"Where is her office?"
"There."- said the man and pointed at an office. It was one floor up.
Smith walked up. The door was open but the blinds were down. Smith walked over to the door and stopped. She was standing with her back to him. She was packing her belongings into a large box. She wasn't wearing uniform but jeans with a T-shirt. Smith scanned her from head to foot and then he asked:
"Kate Thompson?"
"It depends on who wants to know?"- said Kate and turned to see him.
"I'm Agent Smith."
"Good for you. And what do you want, Agent Smith?"
"Because time presses I have to be brief. Your life is in danger. You have to come with me. Immediately."
"Oh. Sure! But you didn't say the magic word."
"I'm serious, Ms. Thompson."
"I'm on holiday. Find my colleague. She will at your service."
"It's a private matter."
"Stand in the line, Agent Smith. I had too many private matters in the last few days. So whatever it is it can wait."
"No, Ms. Thompson. It can't wait. And with this attitude I give you maximum 1 hour to live."
"You don't get anywhere with force or threats."
"Neither with logical arguments, as I see it."
"I think it would be easier if you made yourself clear."
"Agent Stevenson is coming for you."
"Who?"
"That Agent who you could hear when you were with your father."
"What do you know about it?"
"I know that this Agent shot your father. I know because I saw it. And now he is looking for you. And sooner or later he is going to find you."
"And why do you want to help?"
"Because we also have an unsettled private matter."
Smith took a step closer:
"Ms. Thompson. You look intelligent enough to understand it."
"Understand what?"
"Without my help you're going to die. Without your testimony I'm going to loose my job or more. So we need each other whether we like it or not."
"Well. Huh! Er.. Just give me a little time to digest it."
"I'll give you time but not now and not here. We have to leave this place as fast as possible."
"But Dave, my friend, is waiting for me outside."
"Send him away. Right now. He just put us off."
"But..."
"Or do you want me to tell him?"
"No! No. Let me do this by myself. I'll see to it."
Smith stood almost in the door and it didn't seemed that he would move. So Kate put two hands lightly on his waist to move him out of the way. Smith didn't expect to this and he had no time to avoid the contact. As he turned he got a glimpse of Agent Stevenson. He was talking with a policeman who pointed towards Kate's office. Kate was about to step out but Smith pulled her back to the office and pressed her to the wall.
"Hey! It hurts! What the hell are you doing?"
Smith stopped her mouth with one hand and drew out his gun with the other.
"If Stevenson find you THAT will hurt! So stay here and be quiet if it's possible. Understood?"
Kate nodded and Smith released her. He stepped out and looked around. He couldn't see Stevenson but it was just matter of time. Then he went back.
"We have to make a swift exit!"- said Smith and walk over to the window. Then he grabbed a chair and smashed it.
"And what about Dave?"-asked Kate.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Thompson, but I can handle one disaster at a time. So jump!"-said Smith and pointed at the window.
"Sure! What do you think? We are on the 4th floor."
"Tell me, Ms. Thompson. Did I create the impression that it interests me what you think? Jump or you're going to die!"
Kate hesitated so Smith pushed her out. Then he jumped. Smith landed on his feet but Kate had a bad fall. She had several bruises, a glass splinter cut her arm and her thigh and she put her left shoulder out. Smith helped her up and asked:
"Are you all right?"
"NO! Are you mad? We could have died!"-shouted Kate.
"But we didn't."
But as Smith said it several shots were fired from the office's window. It was Stevenson. He was about to jump but Smith shot him and he fell backward.
"Let's go!"- said Smith.
"Is he dead?"-asked Kate.
"For a while."
"What do you mean 'for a while'?"
"It's complicated, Ms. Thompson. And it's neither the right time nor the right place to discuss it."
They went to a car which was parking not far from there and climbed in. But Stevenson appeared again. And he wasn't alone. Two other Agents were with him. They stepped in the way and pointed their guns at them. The guns were fired. Smith pressed Kate down in front of the seat so every bullet hit him. It happened what he never wanted. But he had to defend her and there was no other way. Green lights flashed around his body and finally an unknown person's body left in the car that weighed heavy on Kate.
"Smith?"
Nothing.
"Smith speak to me! Are you all right?"
Still nothing. Kate managed to push the body aside. Then she could see what she had suspected. It wasn't Smith. And somehow she was glad. She was sure that he was an Agent too. But not CIA or FBI. But these things just flashed across her mind. She was in a great trouble. The three Agents were still standing in front of the car. They were waiting. As she looked through the windscreen they pointed their guns at her. But Smith came back. He shot them one by one and walked over to the car. He opened the car's door and pulled out the body. Then he climbed in and looked at Kate.
"Don't you want to tell me something?"
"Yes. We have to talk, Ms. Thompson." - said Smith as he started the engine.
But suddenly several cars appeared behind them. Police cars. But Smith was sure that Stevenson and the other two Agents weren't far away either. He stepped on the gas and the car chase started.
