They wove their way through the streets of the city, when Neo's phone
suddenly rang, blaring its intrusion into the quiet of the alley. Trinity's
head shot up, and they exchanged a look. An unarranged call invariably
meant trouble.
"Link?"
"Neo, you guys have to get out of there. Something's appeared on the Matrix, I've never seen it before, I don't know what it is. Morpheus wants you out, so that we know what we're up against."
"Where's the nearest exit?"
"Corner of 20th and West. I'll be waiting."
Neo hung up, and looked at Trinity. "Trouble?" she said emotionlessly.
"Yes"
"Lets go." They began walking, pace quickened, toward the exit. No running, don't attract attention. A fast walk, and they would make it. Trinity felt secretly relieved, a feeling she pushed down with shame. What had happened to the old Trinity, warrior, tough. cold? Was she turning into a coward? But now always with her, was the fear that she would get someone killed - and what if that person was Neo? She couldn't bear the thought, shook her head, quickened her pace. Neo looked at her quizzically as she pulled ahead of him. What was she thinking? He wished she would share her problems, missed the old Trinity, couldn't understand this (even more) silent, blank, person. He caught up with her as they neared the ringing phone box.
"Trinity?"
"Yes?" As she turned and looked up at him, he was struck suddenly by the incredible need in her eyes, the fear, the guilt. the desperation. And also the love - love for him. Without saying another word, he leaned in and kissed her quickly, passionately. As he stepped back she looked at him, smiling, a glimmer of the old mischief in her eyes. "What was that for, Cassanova?"
"You."
She grinned still further; and stroked the side of his face with her gloved hand. Then she nodded at the phone box. "Let's go. You first." Neo stepped up to the ringing phone, and as he raised to his ear, he turned and looked up.
Directly into the barrel of a gun, hidden in the shadows.
Trinity was watching Neo, saw his eyes widen, stepped forward, just as a huge bang issued in the alley and shot the glass of the phone box into thousands of glittering fragments, falling around the shattered handset of the phone, hanging limply by its cord. Destroyed.
"Link?"
"Neo, you guys have to get out of there. Something's appeared on the Matrix, I've never seen it before, I don't know what it is. Morpheus wants you out, so that we know what we're up against."
"Where's the nearest exit?"
"Corner of 20th and West. I'll be waiting."
Neo hung up, and looked at Trinity. "Trouble?" she said emotionlessly.
"Yes"
"Lets go." They began walking, pace quickened, toward the exit. No running, don't attract attention. A fast walk, and they would make it. Trinity felt secretly relieved, a feeling she pushed down with shame. What had happened to the old Trinity, warrior, tough. cold? Was she turning into a coward? But now always with her, was the fear that she would get someone killed - and what if that person was Neo? She couldn't bear the thought, shook her head, quickened her pace. Neo looked at her quizzically as she pulled ahead of him. What was she thinking? He wished she would share her problems, missed the old Trinity, couldn't understand this (even more) silent, blank, person. He caught up with her as they neared the ringing phone box.
"Trinity?"
"Yes?" As she turned and looked up at him, he was struck suddenly by the incredible need in her eyes, the fear, the guilt. the desperation. And also the love - love for him. Without saying another word, he leaned in and kissed her quickly, passionately. As he stepped back she looked at him, smiling, a glimmer of the old mischief in her eyes. "What was that for, Cassanova?"
"You."
She grinned still further; and stroked the side of his face with her gloved hand. Then she nodded at the phone box. "Let's go. You first." Neo stepped up to the ringing phone, and as he raised to his ear, he turned and looked up.
Directly into the barrel of a gun, hidden in the shadows.
Trinity was watching Neo, saw his eyes widen, stepped forward, just as a huge bang issued in the alley and shot the glass of the phone box into thousands of glittering fragments, falling around the shattered handset of the phone, hanging limply by its cord. Destroyed.