Disclaimer: Why should I always repeat it: I don't own Smith? It hurts so
much.
Chapter Nineteen: Snafu
Kate was snoozing peacefully on the passenger seat next to Smith who was driving. But he wasn't so calm. He glanced sometimes at the rear sometimes at the side mirror. Usually he wasn't paranoid but now he had misgivings. Though he knew the way to the apartment building he decided not to drive there directly. He changed lanes several times just to make sure. And he was right. They were being followed. The men in the car far behind them were pretty cautious but it wasn't enough to avoid Smith's attention who was - since Kate had been with him - much more wary. But they weren't Agents. At least. But they still could be dangerous for Kate. And what the hell did they want? After another 10 minutes Smith decided to stop and have a closer look at them. So he pulled over. So did the other car. When Smith stopped the engine Kate woke up. She opened her eyes and glanced around. She yawned and stretched her limbs. But something was wrong. The neighborhood wasn't really familiar. She looked at Smith.
"Where are we?"
"Don't worry. I must check something but I'll be right back."-said Smith as he unfastened his seat belt.
"What's wrong?"-asked Kate with sleepy eyes.
Smith glanced at her.
"We're being followed. I'll just check that car."-sounded his answer and he stepped out of the car. "Wait here."-said Smith and shut the door.
"But.....HEY!"
Smith stopped, turned back and opened the door again. He bent down and looked at Kate.
"What?"
"Are they Agents?"
"No."
"So you won't kill them, right?"
"I'll check them."-answered Smith and shut the door again.
"Great!"-sighed Kate. But why did she have a bad feeling about it?
Smith walked up to the car. When he reached the vehicle he went to the driver's side. Then he stopped and glanced at the man inside. He was also eyeing the Agent with suspicion. But Smith took his Agent ID card out of his suit pocket and pressed it against the window. The man inside looked at it and then he lowered the window. Smith pocketed the card and bent down.
"What can I do for you, Agent Smith?"-asked the man.
"Identify yourself. Now!"-said Smith in a peremptory tone.
Both men took out their ID cards and handled them to Smith. He took a look at them.
"Agent Kellan."-read Smith and looked at the guy sitting on the passenger seat.
He nodded.
"CIA?"-asked Smith.
"Yes."
Then Smith glanced at the other card.
"And Mr. Kronenberger?"- asked Smith but now he looked at the man behind the wheel.
"Yeah, that's me."
"Private detective."-read Smith.
"Exactly. Do you have a problem with that?"
Smith glanced at him.
"Do not follow me! Is that clear? Otherwise my attitude can become your problem really quick."-said Smith as he gave the cards back to him.
"I don't know what are you talking about. But even if I knew, you couldn't order me, Agent Smith."
"It wasn't an order. It was just a piece of advice, Mr. Kronenberger. And if I were you, I would take it."-said Smith and left them in the car and walked away.
The guys exchanged glances and smirked. They obviously didn't know whom they were playing with. Not yet.
Smith went back to Kate. He got into the car.
"Are they still alive?"-asked Kate.
Smith sneered.
"I warned them. The rest doesn't depend on me."-said he and started the engine.
But it seemed that Smith wasn't too convincing. The car kept following them. And Smith started becoming angry. And it wasn't good. Kate glanced at him. She didn't want to annoy him but she could see that something was wrong.
"Are they still following us?"
"Yes."-said Smith and suddenly he pulled aside the wheel.
They turned into a long, narrow, quiet street. It was between two large skyscrapers. Nobody was there. Smith parked the car and he was waiting. Kate had a bad feeling. Why did he choose that empty street? Smith was sitting in silence. He was motionless except that his jaw twitched. It showed that he was either furious or concerned. Or both. He was staring at the side mirror. It didn't take for long and the other car appeared at the end of the street.
"Idiots."-that was all that Smith said. Then he stepped out.
He went directly to the other car. But it suddenly started moving backward. Smith started running. He drew out his gun and fired. The bullets hit the hood, the windshield, and the tires. The driver lost control and the car hit against the building and stopped before it could reach the main road. Smith stopped running and holstered his gun. He walked over to the vehicle. Then he smashed the window with his fists and grabbed Mr. Kronenberger's shoulders and pulled him out. Then he pushed him against the car and drew out his gun again and held it against his forehead. CIA Agent Kellan managed to get out of the car through the window. He stood opposite to Smith at the other side of the car and leveled his gun at him.
"Freeze!"-shouted Kellan at Smith and started to go round the car slowly.
Smith looked at him and followed all of his movements. He waited for the right moment.
"Drop your gun! Now!"-said Kellan.
But Smith didn't move.
"Release him and drop your gun!
Still nothing. But Smith noticed Kate. She was standing not far away from them.
"Do it!"- shouted the CIA Agent again.
Now Smith moved. And he was fast as usual. With one quick movement he leveled his gun at Kellan and fired. The bullet hit him in the chest and he fell on the ground. Then Smith leveled the gun at Kronenberger again.
"Let it be the last warning. DO NOT FOLLOW US! Is that clear?"
Kronenberger nodded. Then Smith took a step closer, lowered his gun and punched him in the head so hard that the guy fainted and fell on the ground too. But he didn't die. Smith turned to see the CIA Agent. He seemed to be dead. He was lying on his right side. Smith started walking toward Kate. But when he reached her Kellan suddenly turned and fired. Smith had to make a choice. Quick. The bullet was approaching rapidly. If he dodged it, it would hit Kate. He was sure. So he pushed Kate aside and stopped the bullet with his body. There was no other way. It hit him in the stomach and it wasn't a great pleasure. It caused an unpleasant feeling that humans called pain. Smith pointed his gun at the CIA Agent but Kellan was motionless again.
"Smith!"-shouted Kate.
Smith turned to see her. She was OK. But he? He scanned his body. There was just a small hole in his suit jacket but his injury was far more serious. He touched it. And it hurt. His fingers were bloody. It was his blood. He was bleeding profusely. He was just gazing at his hand. Kate quickly stood up and ran to him.
"Smith are you all right?"-asked Kate. She was worried. Concerned. Scared. And all of these things were in her eyes and voice. Smith looked her in the eye. She was worried about him. He had never experienced such a thing before. Nobody cared about him before. But did he need that kind of attention at all?
"Are you all right?"-asked he.
It was quite an absurd question and Kate almost smiled. But she was not in that mood.
"Smith it is you who was shot."-said she and looked down at the bloody spot on his suit. She glanced back at his face then she started unbuttoning his jacket. And the sight shocked her. Smith's always white shirt was covered with blood.
"Kate."-said Smith but now he was in pain.
"Yes?"
"I must leave you alone. For ..... for some minutes."
"Don't worry. I'll be OK. Just go."
Smith could hear the police cars. He turned to see the end of the street. Then he looked at Kate again. He was hesitating.
"Smith GO!"
He did so. He left the body and immediately jumped into another one. A homeless guy was lying not far from the street. It was perfect. Meanwhile Kate hurried back to the car and got in. She started the engine and waited. After 2 minutes Smith appeared again and got into the car.
"Go!"-said he and shut the door.
As he said it at least 4 police cars turned into the street. But the other car and Kronenberger's and Kennan's and an unknown man's body was in their way, so they had to stop. So Kate and Smith could easily escape. They left the scene at full speed.
Meanwhile the sky had darkened and it started raining. But with this speed they arrived at the apartment building soon. Kate parked the car in the garage which was under the building. She stopped the engine and they were sitting in the semi-darkness for some minutes. Both of them needed a little time. But none of them spoke.
"Shall we go?"-asked Kate finally.
Smith nodded.
"OK, then. Come!"-said she and stepped out.
Smith didn't move immediately. He scanned the car and something caught his attention. A necklace was lying there almost under the driver's seat. He bent down and lifted it. It was in two pieces. Perhaps Kate lost it.
"Smith!"-shouted Kate from the elevator.
Smith pocketed the pieces and stepped out. Then he walked over to Kate and the elevator's doors closed.
Chapter Nineteen: Snafu
Kate was snoozing peacefully on the passenger seat next to Smith who was driving. But he wasn't so calm. He glanced sometimes at the rear sometimes at the side mirror. Usually he wasn't paranoid but now he had misgivings. Though he knew the way to the apartment building he decided not to drive there directly. He changed lanes several times just to make sure. And he was right. They were being followed. The men in the car far behind them were pretty cautious but it wasn't enough to avoid Smith's attention who was - since Kate had been with him - much more wary. But they weren't Agents. At least. But they still could be dangerous for Kate. And what the hell did they want? After another 10 minutes Smith decided to stop and have a closer look at them. So he pulled over. So did the other car. When Smith stopped the engine Kate woke up. She opened her eyes and glanced around. She yawned and stretched her limbs. But something was wrong. The neighborhood wasn't really familiar. She looked at Smith.
"Where are we?"
"Don't worry. I must check something but I'll be right back."-said Smith as he unfastened his seat belt.
"What's wrong?"-asked Kate with sleepy eyes.
Smith glanced at her.
"We're being followed. I'll just check that car."-sounded his answer and he stepped out of the car. "Wait here."-said Smith and shut the door.
"But.....HEY!"
Smith stopped, turned back and opened the door again. He bent down and looked at Kate.
"What?"
"Are they Agents?"
"No."
"So you won't kill them, right?"
"I'll check them."-answered Smith and shut the door again.
"Great!"-sighed Kate. But why did she have a bad feeling about it?
Smith walked up to the car. When he reached the vehicle he went to the driver's side. Then he stopped and glanced at the man inside. He was also eyeing the Agent with suspicion. But Smith took his Agent ID card out of his suit pocket and pressed it against the window. The man inside looked at it and then he lowered the window. Smith pocketed the card and bent down.
"What can I do for you, Agent Smith?"-asked the man.
"Identify yourself. Now!"-said Smith in a peremptory tone.
Both men took out their ID cards and handled them to Smith. He took a look at them.
"Agent Kellan."-read Smith and looked at the guy sitting on the passenger seat.
He nodded.
"CIA?"-asked Smith.
"Yes."
Then Smith glanced at the other card.
"And Mr. Kronenberger?"- asked Smith but now he looked at the man behind the wheel.
"Yeah, that's me."
"Private detective."-read Smith.
"Exactly. Do you have a problem with that?"
Smith glanced at him.
"Do not follow me! Is that clear? Otherwise my attitude can become your problem really quick."-said Smith as he gave the cards back to him.
"I don't know what are you talking about. But even if I knew, you couldn't order me, Agent Smith."
"It wasn't an order. It was just a piece of advice, Mr. Kronenberger. And if I were you, I would take it."-said Smith and left them in the car and walked away.
The guys exchanged glances and smirked. They obviously didn't know whom they were playing with. Not yet.
Smith went back to Kate. He got into the car.
"Are they still alive?"-asked Kate.
Smith sneered.
"I warned them. The rest doesn't depend on me."-said he and started the engine.
But it seemed that Smith wasn't too convincing. The car kept following them. And Smith started becoming angry. And it wasn't good. Kate glanced at him. She didn't want to annoy him but she could see that something was wrong.
"Are they still following us?"
"Yes."-said Smith and suddenly he pulled aside the wheel.
They turned into a long, narrow, quiet street. It was between two large skyscrapers. Nobody was there. Smith parked the car and he was waiting. Kate had a bad feeling. Why did he choose that empty street? Smith was sitting in silence. He was motionless except that his jaw twitched. It showed that he was either furious or concerned. Or both. He was staring at the side mirror. It didn't take for long and the other car appeared at the end of the street.
"Idiots."-that was all that Smith said. Then he stepped out.
He went directly to the other car. But it suddenly started moving backward. Smith started running. He drew out his gun and fired. The bullets hit the hood, the windshield, and the tires. The driver lost control and the car hit against the building and stopped before it could reach the main road. Smith stopped running and holstered his gun. He walked over to the vehicle. Then he smashed the window with his fists and grabbed Mr. Kronenberger's shoulders and pulled him out. Then he pushed him against the car and drew out his gun again and held it against his forehead. CIA Agent Kellan managed to get out of the car through the window. He stood opposite to Smith at the other side of the car and leveled his gun at him.
"Freeze!"-shouted Kellan at Smith and started to go round the car slowly.
Smith looked at him and followed all of his movements. He waited for the right moment.
"Drop your gun! Now!"-said Kellan.
But Smith didn't move.
"Release him and drop your gun!
Still nothing. But Smith noticed Kate. She was standing not far away from them.
"Do it!"- shouted the CIA Agent again.
Now Smith moved. And he was fast as usual. With one quick movement he leveled his gun at Kellan and fired. The bullet hit him in the chest and he fell on the ground. Then Smith leveled the gun at Kronenberger again.
"Let it be the last warning. DO NOT FOLLOW US! Is that clear?"
Kronenberger nodded. Then Smith took a step closer, lowered his gun and punched him in the head so hard that the guy fainted and fell on the ground too. But he didn't die. Smith turned to see the CIA Agent. He seemed to be dead. He was lying on his right side. Smith started walking toward Kate. But when he reached her Kellan suddenly turned and fired. Smith had to make a choice. Quick. The bullet was approaching rapidly. If he dodged it, it would hit Kate. He was sure. So he pushed Kate aside and stopped the bullet with his body. There was no other way. It hit him in the stomach and it wasn't a great pleasure. It caused an unpleasant feeling that humans called pain. Smith pointed his gun at the CIA Agent but Kellan was motionless again.
"Smith!"-shouted Kate.
Smith turned to see her. She was OK. But he? He scanned his body. There was just a small hole in his suit jacket but his injury was far more serious. He touched it. And it hurt. His fingers were bloody. It was his blood. He was bleeding profusely. He was just gazing at his hand. Kate quickly stood up and ran to him.
"Smith are you all right?"-asked Kate. She was worried. Concerned. Scared. And all of these things were in her eyes and voice. Smith looked her in the eye. She was worried about him. He had never experienced such a thing before. Nobody cared about him before. But did he need that kind of attention at all?
"Are you all right?"-asked he.
It was quite an absurd question and Kate almost smiled. But she was not in that mood.
"Smith it is you who was shot."-said she and looked down at the bloody spot on his suit. She glanced back at his face then she started unbuttoning his jacket. And the sight shocked her. Smith's always white shirt was covered with blood.
"Kate."-said Smith but now he was in pain.
"Yes?"
"I must leave you alone. For ..... for some minutes."
"Don't worry. I'll be OK. Just go."
Smith could hear the police cars. He turned to see the end of the street. Then he looked at Kate again. He was hesitating.
"Smith GO!"
He did so. He left the body and immediately jumped into another one. A homeless guy was lying not far from the street. It was perfect. Meanwhile Kate hurried back to the car and got in. She started the engine and waited. After 2 minutes Smith appeared again and got into the car.
"Go!"-said he and shut the door.
As he said it at least 4 police cars turned into the street. But the other car and Kronenberger's and Kennan's and an unknown man's body was in their way, so they had to stop. So Kate and Smith could easily escape. They left the scene at full speed.
Meanwhile the sky had darkened and it started raining. But with this speed they arrived at the apartment building soon. Kate parked the car in the garage which was under the building. She stopped the engine and they were sitting in the semi-darkness for some minutes. Both of them needed a little time. But none of them spoke.
"Shall we go?"-asked Kate finally.
Smith nodded.
"OK, then. Come!"-said she and stepped out.
Smith didn't move immediately. He scanned the car and something caught his attention. A necklace was lying there almost under the driver's seat. He bent down and lifted it. It was in two pieces. Perhaps Kate lost it.
"Smith!"-shouted Kate from the elevator.
Smith pocketed the pieces and stepped out. Then he walked over to Kate and the elevator's doors closed.
