"If you know what's good for you, you'll let me go you albino freaks!" The door opened and the now subverted Twins hurled a struggling woman the same age as Zoe into the room. A nod from the one sitting on the bed and the door closed, the pair phasing to appear as though they had been nowhere near the other deletion program.

"Hi there, want a glass of water?" Zoe asked, extending a cool blue drink towards the form on the floor. She had red hair that curled slightly, touching the top of her shoulders, something that intrigued the resident of the room.

"Thanks." In a fluid motion, the newcomer was holding the glass in one hand, facing the bed cross-legged on the floor.

"I'm Zoe, who are you?" The woman smiled,

"Caitlyn. Are you really the deletion program that stuck up prick is always ranting about?" Her eyes, blue-green too, danced with laughter.

"Yes." The smile played on Zoe's lips, the laughter echoing in her tone. "He thinks he's got me, but he's going to have to re-think that when I get the both of us out of here." Her smile was met with a cold stone expression.

"You can't get out of here, there's no way. There is far too much code to delete, even for the two of us. Plus, if you try, the whole place will blow."

"Who said I was going to delete anything?" She raised her hands defensively. "I'm more than a deletion program, okay, I've learnt how to make as well as break."

"Sounds interesting, do tell." The rest of the day was spent explaining what the Oracle had taught through songs. Caitlyn was a quick learner and it was a surprise to both of them when they heard their voices replayed to them when they sang together. Instead of two voices, there was only one, a melding and balancing that normally came only with much practice. The grins matched each other and the pair settled into their own feather beds. There was no point in changing code if you couldn't make something fun out of it, the room now was decked with all the furnishings they would need, complete with ensuite. Of course, if the Merovingian walked in, all he would see would be the room he created and Zoe bored out of her mind. But for an information program, he never had been very attentive to small details.

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Diablo paced the kitchen furiously, running a hand through his dark hair. The Oracle tried not to let her annoyance show. The pair of them were incompetent, John had known full well where the Agents were and Diablo just couldn't 'think on his feet'. Seraph was standing in the background, ready to knock the Hunter out in a moment.

"And you stood there and did nothing?" She took a long drag of her cigarette.

"I tried to follow but I'm not programmed to phase. Besides, she thinks it's all my fault. I wouldn't have a hope in the Source of getting to her now."

"You know what your problem is, Exile Hunter? You give up too easily. Do you think my girl would be sitting around doing nothing? She's probably already on her way out. It's you that has to keep the Merovingian out of her way, we can't have him deleted just yet." The man cursed, believing as most rookie programs do, that the Frenchman is invincible. Seraph stepped forward.

"We must make sure he does not learn of your plan or all will be lost."

"There isn't time to make a plan, she needs help now!" Diablo countered angrily.

"Sit down Diablo!" He faltered, doing as the now angry woman told him. "You want to save my girl then you better have a plan. You want to be functioning at the end of this then you better have a plan. Or you can go rushing in there without anything and be deleted. But if you do that, I'll make sure that she doesn't remember you. That's your choices, I know what you're going to do already so make up your mind now. Are you going to be sensible and listen to reason, or are you going to go running off like the Exiles you hunt?" He sighed, looking around the room.

"All right, let's get a plan and go from there."

"Good. Seraph, you and John can do that, I have guests coming and frankly I don't want to have the poor boy confused any more than he is." Diablo raised a dark eyebrow. "You'll see him soon enough. Now scoot, all of you." She then muttered something about the stupidity of programs and rose to check on her cookies that were baking happily in the small oven.

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A/N: Here's the next bit, I know, it's pretty boring, but you just wait until the Merovingian comes in J .

Beguile: I hope you like Caitlyn, she's a bit of an odd ball and you find out more about her later J I hope the characterization is to your approval, and I hope you review this chapter too. :p

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