"Jesus Trinity," Neo laughed as he sat back and tried to make himself comfortable as Tank maneuvered
around behind him, "You knocked that poor girl out cold. It was just a kiss..."
"Shut up, Neo, before I knock you out cold," Trinity retorted, still fuming from the past day's events.
"Yeah right," Neo muttered before the metal tube was thrust trough his head.
When he opened his eyes, the first ting he saw was a fist. The next time he opened his eyes, he saw Trinity,
bending over him, "I heard that," she said, turning on her heel.
Neo climbed to his feet at put two fingers to his nose. When he pulled them away, there was blood, "How
many times do I have to say I'm sorry?!"
Trinity turned and glared at him and Neo's arms flew to his face, ready to block any pain she might inflict
upon him.
"Let's get to the mission, Neo, okay?"
"You broke my glasses," Neo tossed the smashed frames away and found a new pair already laying on a
table oddly out of place in the parking garage in which they stood. "Hey, thanks Tank." He put them on and looked
around.
"Anything?" Trinity asked, glancing about the empty lot. It was dark- nearing eight o clock in the Matrix.
Despite the recent unplugging of Cat and the scuffle she and Trinity had gotten into, life had to go on and Neo and
Trinity were already on their next mission: they had to retrieve a leak. Not in the Matrix, but of the Matrix. Someone
was telling everybody they knew about the truth and no one wanted it in the tabloids.
"Agents."
"How many?"
"A bunch. You go ahead and I'll take care of them."
"Sure?"
Neo nodded and Trinity ran off into a room with a big number twelve painted on it. From within its glass
walls, she saw four slick black cars pull up behind Neo followed by the sound of slamming doors. There were more
than a "bunch" of agents. There were a lot. She pushed the down button on the elevator and the doors swung
open. Her shiny black gloves flew over the keys and the doors closed.
Neo turned around and faced the twenty or so agents. He scanned the crowd for Mr. Smith and was slightly
relieved to find him missing.
"Mr. Anderson," one of them said. "We know why you're here."
Neo didn't move.
"But let's not get irrational, now. We're both here for the same reason, so why not...work together?"
Neo laughed in spite of himself, forgetting the no emotion rule. "Why would an agent ant to do that?"
"I have a better question- why would a resistance fight want to stop someone who's resisting the fight?"
Neo didn't answer, he didn't want to say too much.
"I see, you don't want to cooperate. Well in that case we'll have to be rid of you."
In unison, the agents pulled handguns form their pockets and trained them on Neo. Bullets whizzed through
the air in slow motion and hit an invisible force field. The many bullets nearly blacked out Neo's vision. Nearly. He
stared at them for a moment, then allowed them to drop onto the concrete with a dull clink.
He shook his head, "Boys, boys, boys, I thought you knew that never works?"
The agents exchanged slow glances before dropping their guns and charging. Neo still and waited for them
to come to him.
******************************************
The elevator doors swung open and Trinity stepped out an looked around the dark and empty room. All the
writers for The Daily Globe had gone home....all but one.
There was a rustling of papers and Trinity jerked her head left to the source of the noise and saw a door
closing quietly. She walked briskly across the tiled floor and opened the door. A monitor glowed in the corner of the
office and the walls were coated in newspaper clippings and the floor was littered with papers. A woman sat at the
computer chair, her back to Trinity.
The clicking of the keyboard was the only sound in the room as the young woman worked busily at her
computer. Her long brown hair hung inches from her waist and her white blouse was untucked from her blue jeans.
She was so absorbed in what she was doing hat she hadn't heard Trinity enter.
But she did hear the clip from Trinity's gun as she took the safety off. "Hello Jamie."
Jamie stopped typing and lifted her hands above her head. "Don't shoot- I-I work here."
"I didn't say you were trespassing and I didn't say I would shoot you."
Jamie lowered her hands and swivelled in her chair to face Trinity.
"However, I didn't say I wouldn't."
Jamie's dark eyes flickered with what seemed to be anger and she stood up slowly. Trinity noticed that she
spoke with a heavy British accent, "Look, I just thought I'd let you know I'm a black belt and took several women's
self defense courses." She bent down and pulled a small pistol from her shoe, aiming carefully at Trinity, who simply
laughed.
"You always carry a gun with you?"
"This is London, my dear. And not the better part of it." As if to emphasize her point, police sirens began to
wail and the sound of a car slamming on the breaks came from the streets below.
********************************
Neo stepped out of the stolen car and looked up at the monstrous building and over at the flashing lights
advancing down the street. A few agents were no trouble, but the London Police were another story. How was he
supposed to explain why he had just driven a stolen vehicle out of a second story parking garage window.
He tried to shake them off by taking the back-streets and heading away from the Daily Globe, but they still
hung on. Neo couldn't waste any more time however, so he circled back and just pulled up in front of the
headquarters of London's most popular tabloid.
around behind him, "You knocked that poor girl out cold. It was just a kiss..."
"Shut up, Neo, before I knock you out cold," Trinity retorted, still fuming from the past day's events.
"Yeah right," Neo muttered before the metal tube was thrust trough his head.
When he opened his eyes, the first ting he saw was a fist. The next time he opened his eyes, he saw Trinity,
bending over him, "I heard that," she said, turning on her heel.
Neo climbed to his feet at put two fingers to his nose. When he pulled them away, there was blood, "How
many times do I have to say I'm sorry?!"
Trinity turned and glared at him and Neo's arms flew to his face, ready to block any pain she might inflict
upon him.
"Let's get to the mission, Neo, okay?"
"You broke my glasses," Neo tossed the smashed frames away and found a new pair already laying on a
table oddly out of place in the parking garage in which they stood. "Hey, thanks Tank." He put them on and looked
around.
"Anything?" Trinity asked, glancing about the empty lot. It was dark- nearing eight o clock in the Matrix.
Despite the recent unplugging of Cat and the scuffle she and Trinity had gotten into, life had to go on and Neo and
Trinity were already on their next mission: they had to retrieve a leak. Not in the Matrix, but of the Matrix. Someone
was telling everybody they knew about the truth and no one wanted it in the tabloids.
"Agents."
"How many?"
"A bunch. You go ahead and I'll take care of them."
"Sure?"
Neo nodded and Trinity ran off into a room with a big number twelve painted on it. From within its glass
walls, she saw four slick black cars pull up behind Neo followed by the sound of slamming doors. There were more
than a "bunch" of agents. There were a lot. She pushed the down button on the elevator and the doors swung
open. Her shiny black gloves flew over the keys and the doors closed.
Neo turned around and faced the twenty or so agents. He scanned the crowd for Mr. Smith and was slightly
relieved to find him missing.
"Mr. Anderson," one of them said. "We know why you're here."
Neo didn't move.
"But let's not get irrational, now. We're both here for the same reason, so why not...work together?"
Neo laughed in spite of himself, forgetting the no emotion rule. "Why would an agent ant to do that?"
"I have a better question- why would a resistance fight want to stop someone who's resisting the fight?"
Neo didn't answer, he didn't want to say too much.
"I see, you don't want to cooperate. Well in that case we'll have to be rid of you."
In unison, the agents pulled handguns form their pockets and trained them on Neo. Bullets whizzed through
the air in slow motion and hit an invisible force field. The many bullets nearly blacked out Neo's vision. Nearly. He
stared at them for a moment, then allowed them to drop onto the concrete with a dull clink.
He shook his head, "Boys, boys, boys, I thought you knew that never works?"
The agents exchanged slow glances before dropping their guns and charging. Neo still and waited for them
to come to him.
******************************************
The elevator doors swung open and Trinity stepped out an looked around the dark and empty room. All the
writers for The Daily Globe had gone home....all but one.
There was a rustling of papers and Trinity jerked her head left to the source of the noise and saw a door
closing quietly. She walked briskly across the tiled floor and opened the door. A monitor glowed in the corner of the
office and the walls were coated in newspaper clippings and the floor was littered with papers. A woman sat at the
computer chair, her back to Trinity.
The clicking of the keyboard was the only sound in the room as the young woman worked busily at her
computer. Her long brown hair hung inches from her waist and her white blouse was untucked from her blue jeans.
She was so absorbed in what she was doing hat she hadn't heard Trinity enter.
But she did hear the clip from Trinity's gun as she took the safety off. "Hello Jamie."
Jamie stopped typing and lifted her hands above her head. "Don't shoot- I-I work here."
"I didn't say you were trespassing and I didn't say I would shoot you."
Jamie lowered her hands and swivelled in her chair to face Trinity.
"However, I didn't say I wouldn't."
Jamie's dark eyes flickered with what seemed to be anger and she stood up slowly. Trinity noticed that she
spoke with a heavy British accent, "Look, I just thought I'd let you know I'm a black belt and took several women's
self defense courses." She bent down and pulled a small pistol from her shoe, aiming carefully at Trinity, who simply
laughed.
"You always carry a gun with you?"
"This is London, my dear. And not the better part of it." As if to emphasize her point, police sirens began to
wail and the sound of a car slamming on the breaks came from the streets below.
********************************
Neo stepped out of the stolen car and looked up at the monstrous building and over at the flashing lights
advancing down the street. A few agents were no trouble, but the London Police were another story. How was he
supposed to explain why he had just driven a stolen vehicle out of a second story parking garage window.
He tried to shake them off by taking the back-streets and heading away from the Daily Globe, but they still
hung on. Neo couldn't waste any more time however, so he circled back and just pulled up in front of the
headquarters of London's most popular tabloid.