"NEO!!" Trinity ducked forward, caught the broken phone in her shaking
hands. She'd heard the stories. In the split second between leaving the
Matrix, and entering the real world, whilst a mind was encoded into the
phone, there was a danger that - if the phone was somehow interrupted, the
connection broken -
A sound behind her caused her to whirl, whipping guns from hip into both hands in one fluid motion. A huge form emerged slowly from the shadows. It was a man, dressed in the suit and glasses of an agent, but without the headset, and with the blank stare of an agent replaced with a glittering smile of pure, unadulterated malice.
"Trinity." He nodded his head. "An honour." The smile widened.
Trinity held the guns trained on his face, hands shaking. She had lost her glasses, and her blue eyes sparkled with anger and fear in strange combination. "You'd better hope he's not dead!" The man smiled still wider.
"As must you." A change passed over Trinity's face, and her anger was suddenly replaced by a look of pain and despair.
"Is he dead?" She asked in a small voice.
"I don't know. And you don't know either." He cocked his head. "So the issue must remain undecided." He removed his glasses, his black eyes deep wells in his dark face - wells of darkness - evil. He stepped forward, leering, his huge form towering over her. Trinity stood her ground, unflinching. "Do you want to die, Trinity?" He lowered his face level with hers, smile gone. "I want you to." She spun, and began to run but before she had taken ten steps she had been grabbed by leather-clad forms, gripping her arms. She struggled, but against three she had no chance, and before long her arms were twisted behind her back, her head caught in a headlock, face pressed against the leather. She heard the crunch of the gravel as the man neared her, saw his suited front stepping in front of her, and thought suddenly of Neo - would she see him again?
A sound behind her caused her to whirl, whipping guns from hip into both hands in one fluid motion. A huge form emerged slowly from the shadows. It was a man, dressed in the suit and glasses of an agent, but without the headset, and with the blank stare of an agent replaced with a glittering smile of pure, unadulterated malice.
"Trinity." He nodded his head. "An honour." The smile widened.
Trinity held the guns trained on his face, hands shaking. She had lost her glasses, and her blue eyes sparkled with anger and fear in strange combination. "You'd better hope he's not dead!" The man smiled still wider.
"As must you." A change passed over Trinity's face, and her anger was suddenly replaced by a look of pain and despair.
"Is he dead?" She asked in a small voice.
"I don't know. And you don't know either." He cocked his head. "So the issue must remain undecided." He removed his glasses, his black eyes deep wells in his dark face - wells of darkness - evil. He stepped forward, leering, his huge form towering over her. Trinity stood her ground, unflinching. "Do you want to die, Trinity?" He lowered his face level with hers, smile gone. "I want you to." She spun, and began to run but before she had taken ten steps she had been grabbed by leather-clad forms, gripping her arms. She struggled, but against three she had no chance, and before long her arms were twisted behind her back, her head caught in a headlock, face pressed against the leather. She heard the crunch of the gravel as the man neared her, saw his suited front stepping in front of her, and thought suddenly of Neo - would she see him again?