Morpheus and Niobe swung their heads round. Naz's jaw dropped, as she, and
the other two, both knew, that sound wasn't either of them. The three
stared at the door, eagerly, as they heard the sound of fast moving feet
grow louder, and accompanying it a bellowing yell. Suddenly the doors burst
open and a small figure was running towards them. The figure took a sharp
turn and ran across the isle of seats, marked 'j'. The figure dived behind
a pillar, straightened themselves up and held their breath. The sound of
twice as many footsteps followed. They were heavier and more adult, unlike
the first person. Naz, still gawking, took a small step towards the figure,
which was a rough 20 meters away. The figure instantly turned round and
placed a finger on their lips harshly.
"Shhh, I'm not here!" Hushed the figure in a female voice. Naz stopped dead in her tracks, and turned to look at Morpheus and Niobe. They had turned their heads back toward the broken and battered doorway, as the sounds grew louder and louder. Then, two buff men entered the doorway and stopped instantly. They were smartly dressed, accompanied by identical sunglasses. They scanned the room, searching for something, probably the girl that was hiding behind the pillar, laughing to herself.
"Josey?" Whispered Naz, in confusion. The men turned their heads quickly and glued their eyes onto Naz. They took steps forward, walking right past Morpheus and Niobe, who, by now, were totally in a daze. They were about 2 meters away from Naz when the figure ran out from behind the pillar and knocked them both onto the floor, Naz looking very surprised.
"Great! Thanks! They're never going to find me now!" It was Josey, and she was being more sarcastic than ever. Josey kicked the two men, who turned out to be Jackson and Thompson, and screamed at them, "Get up, you two slobs! Gees, you're so lazy!"
"Well, sorry, but where did you go?" Naz was concerned.
"Well, you see," started Josey as the agents arouse, "after they zonked you out I asked them if they were going to bug us. They said no. I asked why. And they said they didn't need to bug you, because they were going to keep me. I was very shocked, but then they explained what they meant. They meant that they were going to offer me a job as an agent. Well, being me, I took up the job because I thought I'd like being an agent, which I do. They knew we were connected somehow, and thought that I would be a valuable asset to them to track you down." By now, the agents were standing; both either side and one step back from Josey.
"Oh. So that's why you're dressed you're dressed in a suit?" Questioned Naz, already knowing the answer.
"Agent Cheval, shall we destroy her now?" Asked Jackson. Josey swung round on one foot and looked at them angrily.
"My name is NOT agent CHEVAL! I am NOT a French horse!" Shouted Josey.
"Then how shall we address you?" Asked Thompson, in the same tone of voice.
"I am JOSEY! J-O-S-E-Y! Josey! God, you are so naïve!" Insisted Josey. She turned around again to face Naz, and by now, Niobe and Morpheus had joined her, still looking gob smacked.
"So, what are you here for?" questioned Niobe, keeping an eye on the agents.
"...besides running away from these two guys?" added Naz.
"Well, I'm here to kill you." replied Josey casually.
"WHAT?!?!?" shouted the three rebels.
"Ye, I know, real let down, but they're here to kill you too." added Josey. The three looked a bit unsteady as they slowly backed away.
"Uh, um....well, you aren't....going to kill us.....are you?" stuttered Naz.
"Hell no! I'm not staying with these two goits! They're assholes! Hell, even Mr Thomas doesn't put CCTV cameras in the girls locker room.....I hope." And with that, Josey threw her hands down and backwards....right into the crotches of Jackson and Thompson. The two fell over forwards, giving a painful yell.
"Oh, great!" cheered Naz, hugging Josey. Josey turned and faced the two 'battered' agents, who were struggling to get up.
"But, but why Josey? Why?" Coughed Thompson.
"Because," Josey thought about her words carefully, "being with you...is like watching paint dry." Josey emphasised on the 'dry'.
"Watch paint dry this!" yelled Jackson. He pulled out his gun and the gang dived down the isle, where they couldn't shoot them. Suddenly, Morpheus got a phone call.
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"Link?" called Morpheus over the loud gunfire.
"Sir! Is everything there ok?" rushed Link.
"Well, besides the fact that we're getting shot at by two angry love-struck agents, all is well." Answered Morpheus, agitated. But, then he thought, 'hang on, Link would've known that by looking at the screen'. "Why..?" asked Morpheus slowly.
"Well sir, I'm picking up small traces of Neo's and Smith's code."
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Well, thank you reviewers! Short chapter, I know, but I've been ill and all my ideas 'refreshed' in my mind.....my system is very slow! I'm working on the next chapter right this moment, so hopefully you'll get it soon!
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"Shhh, I'm not here!" Hushed the figure in a female voice. Naz stopped dead in her tracks, and turned to look at Morpheus and Niobe. They had turned their heads back toward the broken and battered doorway, as the sounds grew louder and louder. Then, two buff men entered the doorway and stopped instantly. They were smartly dressed, accompanied by identical sunglasses. They scanned the room, searching for something, probably the girl that was hiding behind the pillar, laughing to herself.
"Josey?" Whispered Naz, in confusion. The men turned their heads quickly and glued their eyes onto Naz. They took steps forward, walking right past Morpheus and Niobe, who, by now, were totally in a daze. They were about 2 meters away from Naz when the figure ran out from behind the pillar and knocked them both onto the floor, Naz looking very surprised.
"Great! Thanks! They're never going to find me now!" It was Josey, and she was being more sarcastic than ever. Josey kicked the two men, who turned out to be Jackson and Thompson, and screamed at them, "Get up, you two slobs! Gees, you're so lazy!"
"Well, sorry, but where did you go?" Naz was concerned.
"Well, you see," started Josey as the agents arouse, "after they zonked you out I asked them if they were going to bug us. They said no. I asked why. And they said they didn't need to bug you, because they were going to keep me. I was very shocked, but then they explained what they meant. They meant that they were going to offer me a job as an agent. Well, being me, I took up the job because I thought I'd like being an agent, which I do. They knew we were connected somehow, and thought that I would be a valuable asset to them to track you down." By now, the agents were standing; both either side and one step back from Josey.
"Oh. So that's why you're dressed you're dressed in a suit?" Questioned Naz, already knowing the answer.
"Agent Cheval, shall we destroy her now?" Asked Jackson. Josey swung round on one foot and looked at them angrily.
"My name is NOT agent CHEVAL! I am NOT a French horse!" Shouted Josey.
"Then how shall we address you?" Asked Thompson, in the same tone of voice.
"I am JOSEY! J-O-S-E-Y! Josey! God, you are so naïve!" Insisted Josey. She turned around again to face Naz, and by now, Niobe and Morpheus had joined her, still looking gob smacked.
"So, what are you here for?" questioned Niobe, keeping an eye on the agents.
"...besides running away from these two guys?" added Naz.
"Well, I'm here to kill you." replied Josey casually.
"WHAT?!?!?" shouted the three rebels.
"Ye, I know, real let down, but they're here to kill you too." added Josey. The three looked a bit unsteady as they slowly backed away.
"Uh, um....well, you aren't....going to kill us.....are you?" stuttered Naz.
"Hell no! I'm not staying with these two goits! They're assholes! Hell, even Mr Thomas doesn't put CCTV cameras in the girls locker room.....I hope." And with that, Josey threw her hands down and backwards....right into the crotches of Jackson and Thompson. The two fell over forwards, giving a painful yell.
"Oh, great!" cheered Naz, hugging Josey. Josey turned and faced the two 'battered' agents, who were struggling to get up.
"But, but why Josey? Why?" Coughed Thompson.
"Because," Josey thought about her words carefully, "being with you...is like watching paint dry." Josey emphasised on the 'dry'.
"Watch paint dry this!" yelled Jackson. He pulled out his gun and the gang dived down the isle, where they couldn't shoot them. Suddenly, Morpheus got a phone call.
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"Link?" called Morpheus over the loud gunfire.
"Sir! Is everything there ok?" rushed Link.
"Well, besides the fact that we're getting shot at by two angry love-struck agents, all is well." Answered Morpheus, agitated. But, then he thought, 'hang on, Link would've known that by looking at the screen'. "Why..?" asked Morpheus slowly.
"Well sir, I'm picking up small traces of Neo's and Smith's code."
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Well, thank you reviewers! Short chapter, I know, but I've been ill and all my ideas 'refreshed' in my mind.....my system is very slow! I'm working on the next chapter right this moment, so hopefully you'll get it soon!
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