"I hate waiting." Pacing was one thing the Hunter was good at, sparing not a moment before starting. The plan had been made, everything was in place and now there only had to be a reasonable determination to continue.

"Get used to it, the Merovingian isn't one to be polite about things like this."

"You know John, I almost wish you were so useful." There was something about the program rubbed his code the wrong way. He paused for a moment, the Oracle was getting to him, Diablo was thinking human cliches and sayings.

"What? You want to get rid of me already?" The image of a man smiled mockingly. "I'm the only one who can get her out."

"Bullshit."

"You think you can? You couldn't even stop her getting taken." John scoffed.

"Nor did you."

"I got held up."

"Whatever." Running a hand through his hair, he watched the door, there was only so much he could take. Something echoed in his mind, painful, as though someone had given him a kick to the stomach.

"You okay?"

"Shit. No."

"What happened?"

"If I knew I'd tell you. I bet she's getting her revenge on me. Do we really have to get her out?"

"Yeah, if she's there then you can bet your code the Matrix as we know it isn't going to be around much longer." The pain increased, bands encircling his wrists with harsh flames.

"The One, you look like you've been run over by a truck?"

"Thanks, we have to go now."

"Why?" No answer for a moment, the taller man standing taller, as though he had heard something.

"She needs us, now." The doors opened and the sickening Frenchman greeted his guests.

"I see you are still here, wonderful. Why don't you take a seat near my dear wife?" He indicated that the Hunter was to position himself directly across from the woman, resplendent in her close fitting dress, a single diamond hanging from a silver thread-like chain catching the light.

"You know why I'm here."

"But of course, and so does my delectable Persephone. Darling, why don't you tell him?" The lovestruck expression on the face of the Merovingian was enough to send John into a state of nausea.

"Your dear friend has escaped. No one knows where she is."

"Tell the fortune teller her days are now shorter than before. I will have my revenge on her for this." The man hissed, cursing in the language of the day.

"For what?"

"Saving the One and the blasted people he entertains."

"I thought he entertained you?"

"Only when I thought he would be dead." The Hunter smiled, almost convinced the Frenchman didn't know where Zoe was.

"Why don't you tell me where in the Source she is so we can get this over with." Spluttering incoherently for a moment the other man leaned forward furiously. The mention of the final destination for programs enough to break the Merovingian's silence.

"You want to know where she is? You want to know where she is? I'll tell you where she is, she is gallivanting around with my best assassins!"

"Really?" Diablo merely raised an eyebrow, not completely surprised.

"Oui, she and that wrecked unstable thing are creating havoc in the Chateau." A look of shock crossed the features of the speaker. He mumbled to himself for a few moments before turning to his other guards.

"Gentle, my love," cooed Persephone, "you do not want to cause anything to happen to them."

"Oh, my beautiful wife, I know. But how can I keep control of this world for you when the One comes and those horrid deletion programs are causing mischief?" He was again looking at the woman completely besotted. Diablo spoke.

"I can stop these deletion programs you're having so much trouble with. I'll leave the One up to you."

"Brilliant," the woman answered. "You will find them with this." She offered a small brooch, shaped like a nimbus in bright silver.

"What's this for?" He asked, examining the gift in detail.

"You will know. Won't he my love?"

"Of course, he could not be as stupid as he looks." Making a dismissive gesture the Merovingian continued to dote upon his wife. "You go and find her, get her out, do what you must. I have other, more important, things to tend to." The married couple ignored the stunned programs, busying themselves with each other.

"Get me a bucket." John hissed as he dragged Diablo towards the exit.

"We go left at the end of the hall." The other said suddenly.

"The plan was to go right."

"Screw the plan, she's to the left." With fleet feet, the Hunter followed the maze of corridors, the cloud of silver pressed into his closed fist.

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A/N: Well, how do you like that? I had fun writing that chapter, and I know there was no Caitlyn the Bold or Zoe the Swift, but they'll be back shortly, I had to let Diablo the Blind have a chance to have some fun :)

Skulldodds: Yes, it could be a musical, I love musicals! In truth, I have a friend called Caitlyn and we were in our school musical, 'Wizard of Oz' the stage version, together 2yrs ago. We tend to get a bit carried away together, we both sing for fun, with harmonies :D I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I love spell checker! :p Please let me know if Diablo is cynical and confused enough for you :)

Beguile: I showed Caitlyn your review and She almost fell of her chair! "She has to be a pretty damn cool chick!" Were her exact words, so there you go :) I promise, she will be doing many more crazy things, including growing/changing appendages. I'm glad you love this story, I'm guessing that means I get another review huh? :p

Trinfan: I'm glad you stopped by this story, I know it's not as serious or as movie based as 'Speak and ye shall find', but I'm glad you like this story. If there is any name that you think has a funny or interesting meaning, drop me a review and you never know, you might see a character being included later, probably acting hyper :p Hope to hear from you again somewhere soon :)