The night air was cold, if there was such a thing. It felt like cold pin-
pricks up and down her spine when actually the Matrix itself was telling
her to feel that, telling her that she should be shivering and after all
that she had seen, all that she had done, and after all that she had
learned, it was still hard to accept the fact that there was no cold wind
blowing and that it was all fake; after all of those years though, she
still couldn't help but shiver a little. She let out a breath of air (yeah,
if that was air she was breathing) and watched it fade away into the night.
She turned her head and heard her neck pop and sighed because standing here
waiting wasn't that fun and her muscles were getting told to be sore. She
hoped she didn't have to wait much longer.
"Icon, has he moved yet?"
She turned her head to the sound of a deep masculine voice and saw her partner and captain Seraphim standing in the doorway that led down into the building she was standing on top of.
"Hello Ceraphim didn't hear you come up. No, he hasn't moved from that spot yet but I think he's going to. He's been checking out his windows every ten minutes or so to see if anyone is watching him from the street. I think he might know we're coming."
Ceraphim just smiled and let out a small laugh at his first mate. She didn't know that he had been contacting the man for the last hour or so and told him to get ready to be picked up, but he stopped laughing when he heard the screeching of tires from the street below.
"Agents!" they both said in unison.
They ran to the edge of the building and saw two GMC Envoys pull up outside the man's apartment building. She held her breath and hoped that she was wrong, that they were wrong, and there wouldn't be three suit clad men stepping out of the Envoys. The doors opened and her assumptions were correct.
They were Agents. Three Agents to be exact; two Agents stepped out of the first Envoy, while the other one, he was a little more heavyset than the others, got out of the second Envoy. When he stepped out of the Envoy the car lurched upwards now that the weight was off of the suspension.
"God dammit, they're upgrades, new ones as far as I can tell. Let's go," Ceraphim whispered to her in a silent yell.
The Agents had made a huddled group in front of the apartments probably to converse about how to handle it but being the sentient programs they were the chit-chat was over within seconds and they headed towards the door.
She was already running towards the protruding bar that held a flag overlooking the alley below. She ascended the flag like a bird on a wire. Each step was placed right in the middle of the bar and when she reached the end she sprung off of the bent pole and leapt. She knew she could've landed on top of the building but she would've been too far away to help the guy so she sprung up and arced back down towards the rows and rows of windows. She put her hands up and pulled her twin P-99's and rapidly squeezed the trigger and the row of windows she was aiming at shattered and fell to the ground. She dropped her guns and braced her self for the impact. She brought her arms up around her head and closed her eyes. The first impact didn't hurt that bad, but it did hurt enough to make her real- world self spit blood out of her chair. She rolled to a stop and flipped up and landed spread on the floor in a catlike pose. She raced towards the door and burst out and realized that she was two floors up. She heard the elevator doors closing and turned and pulled a cart-wheel and then a hand spring and flung herself towards the closing doors. She got in but the doors scraped some of the leather off of her suit. She pushed the button for two floors down and prayed she'd get there in time.
"Icon, has he moved yet?"
She turned her head to the sound of a deep masculine voice and saw her partner and captain Seraphim standing in the doorway that led down into the building she was standing on top of.
"Hello Ceraphim didn't hear you come up. No, he hasn't moved from that spot yet but I think he's going to. He's been checking out his windows every ten minutes or so to see if anyone is watching him from the street. I think he might know we're coming."
Ceraphim just smiled and let out a small laugh at his first mate. She didn't know that he had been contacting the man for the last hour or so and told him to get ready to be picked up, but he stopped laughing when he heard the screeching of tires from the street below.
"Agents!" they both said in unison.
They ran to the edge of the building and saw two GMC Envoys pull up outside the man's apartment building. She held her breath and hoped that she was wrong, that they were wrong, and there wouldn't be three suit clad men stepping out of the Envoys. The doors opened and her assumptions were correct.
They were Agents. Three Agents to be exact; two Agents stepped out of the first Envoy, while the other one, he was a little more heavyset than the others, got out of the second Envoy. When he stepped out of the Envoy the car lurched upwards now that the weight was off of the suspension.
"God dammit, they're upgrades, new ones as far as I can tell. Let's go," Ceraphim whispered to her in a silent yell.
The Agents had made a huddled group in front of the apartments probably to converse about how to handle it but being the sentient programs they were the chit-chat was over within seconds and they headed towards the door.
She was already running towards the protruding bar that held a flag overlooking the alley below. She ascended the flag like a bird on a wire. Each step was placed right in the middle of the bar and when she reached the end she sprung off of the bent pole and leapt. She knew she could've landed on top of the building but she would've been too far away to help the guy so she sprung up and arced back down towards the rows and rows of windows. She put her hands up and pulled her twin P-99's and rapidly squeezed the trigger and the row of windows she was aiming at shattered and fell to the ground. She dropped her guns and braced her self for the impact. She brought her arms up around her head and closed her eyes. The first impact didn't hurt that bad, but it did hurt enough to make her real- world self spit blood out of her chair. She rolled to a stop and flipped up and landed spread on the floor in a catlike pose. She raced towards the door and burst out and realized that she was two floors up. She heard the elevator doors closing and turned and pulled a cart-wheel and then a hand spring and flung herself towards the closing doors. She got in but the doors scraped some of the leather off of her suit. She pushed the button for two floors down and prayed she'd get there in time.