She was standing in the elevator watching the digital numbers at the top of the doors, waiting for the number to reach floor five. She needed to get to that floor or else the person they were trying to free would be killed by three upgraded Agents, or worse, bugged by them. Being bugged means no trust from any resistance fighters, and meant an even harder time to get free of the Matrix. It could be done but it is hard because say anything around the bugged person about the Matrix and !zapp! you have an Agent on your hands. The elevator music stopped and Icon could feel the elevator start to slow down.
She reached back and took the two small uzi's from the holsters strapped to her thighs. She made sure they were off the safe posistion because the safe position wouldn't do aything against three UpAgents. Icon felt the elevator come to a stop and she brought her uzis up level with the doors incase the Agents had heard the elevator move.
The doors opened and the hallway was clear. That wasn't good either though, that meant that they could be coming up at any moment and given the lack of exits in the immediate area. Walking into a bottle neck didn't sound too good. She made her way towards the door with the mark 456 on it. This was the room were the man was that they were going to free. She kicked the door down and dove in and rolled and came up crouched with her guns scanning the room for any Agents.
All that she saw was a terrified man sitting at a computer terminal. He looked around twenty, twenty-one. He was unshaven, his eyes carried black bags beneath them. His shaggy black hair caught her eyes, mostly because it sported a long snow-white stripe that ran the length of his head and ended at the base of his spine. His eyes were glossed over, the typical hacker eyes you saw now a day. They were the type of eyes she had once had, the eyes of someone who spent the majority of their time infront of a dimly lit screen staring at code and messages all of the time.
"Wh...oo....who...are...you? Ar..e...you....one of......them?" the guy asked in a shaky tone.
"No," Icon said in a calm tone that reassured the guy, "I'm here to help you, we've contacted you before, about the truth? Remember?"
All she got for a few awkward moments was a blank stare full of fear and doubt, but then he remembered and his face flooded with relief and he got up and walked over.
"Thank the lord it's you, I thought you'd never come," the guy said as if she was the messiah incarnate come to bring him to heaven. Yeah, and a heaven it would be she thought sarcastically.
Chkk-Chstkk!!
Icon froze, that sound had frozen her. It was a sound that she had always feared, and never wanted to hear around her. Especially behind her.
"You humans are getting too predictable, we can locate and exterminate your potentials with enough ease it is like....what is that term "you humans" use? Taking candy from a baby," the tone of the voice was too programmed with authority and confidence to be human, "only humans would conjure up irrelevant phrases to explain how something is done."
"Yeah, 'Us humans' do use a lot of those type of phrases, a lot kinda like this one. 'Go to Hell'"
Icon spun and knocked the Agents hand away for a moment and leapt up and time seemed to slow down and Icon hung there in place for a moment before sending the Agent back into the hallway with a lethal spin-kick that would have crippled a normal human. The Agent left a mark on the wall the size of a small grizzly bear that sent cracks up and down the hallway walls the entire length of the hall.
The other two Agents flooded the room and reached for their pistols. Icon leapt up and spun horizontaly in the air with her hands next to her chest as time slowed again. "Like breaking the rules of a computer program," she though as she whipped her leg down and snapped the Agents head down to the floor. As she landed the other Agent had pulled the pistol and was bearing his aim down on Icon's back. she bent backwards like a circus contortionist and grasped the Agent's wrist and dropped down and spun breaking the Agent's wrist if he was human. The fire scraped past her face and trailed a red line on her right cheek that went mahogany within an instant.
She flipped back over and brought her heel into the Agent's throat and sent him into the ceiling.
She landed again and began to pant heavily while thinking,....."Come on Icon, there is no air, you're inside of a computer program, concentrate, why are you getting tired."
She looked up and saw all three Agents stand back up and brush themselves off like nothing happened. They weren't even tired and it felt like she was about to die. They smiled, well, as well as a programmed machine could emulate a human action. It was an image that burnt an image into Icon's mind and would never leave for the rest of her life.
However much longer that would be....
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She reached back and took the two small uzi's from the holsters strapped to her thighs. She made sure they were off the safe posistion because the safe position wouldn't do aything against three UpAgents. Icon felt the elevator come to a stop and she brought her uzis up level with the doors incase the Agents had heard the elevator move.
The doors opened and the hallway was clear. That wasn't good either though, that meant that they could be coming up at any moment and given the lack of exits in the immediate area. Walking into a bottle neck didn't sound too good. She made her way towards the door with the mark 456 on it. This was the room were the man was that they were going to free. She kicked the door down and dove in and rolled and came up crouched with her guns scanning the room for any Agents.
All that she saw was a terrified man sitting at a computer terminal. He looked around twenty, twenty-one. He was unshaven, his eyes carried black bags beneath them. His shaggy black hair caught her eyes, mostly because it sported a long snow-white stripe that ran the length of his head and ended at the base of his spine. His eyes were glossed over, the typical hacker eyes you saw now a day. They were the type of eyes she had once had, the eyes of someone who spent the majority of their time infront of a dimly lit screen staring at code and messages all of the time.
"Wh...oo....who...are...you? Ar..e...you....one of......them?" the guy asked in a shaky tone.
"No," Icon said in a calm tone that reassured the guy, "I'm here to help you, we've contacted you before, about the truth? Remember?"
All she got for a few awkward moments was a blank stare full of fear and doubt, but then he remembered and his face flooded with relief and he got up and walked over.
"Thank the lord it's you, I thought you'd never come," the guy said as if she was the messiah incarnate come to bring him to heaven. Yeah, and a heaven it would be she thought sarcastically.
Chkk-Chstkk!!
Icon froze, that sound had frozen her. It was a sound that she had always feared, and never wanted to hear around her. Especially behind her.
"You humans are getting too predictable, we can locate and exterminate your potentials with enough ease it is like....what is that term "you humans" use? Taking candy from a baby," the tone of the voice was too programmed with authority and confidence to be human, "only humans would conjure up irrelevant phrases to explain how something is done."
"Yeah, 'Us humans' do use a lot of those type of phrases, a lot kinda like this one. 'Go to Hell'"
Icon spun and knocked the Agents hand away for a moment and leapt up and time seemed to slow down and Icon hung there in place for a moment before sending the Agent back into the hallway with a lethal spin-kick that would have crippled a normal human. The Agent left a mark on the wall the size of a small grizzly bear that sent cracks up and down the hallway walls the entire length of the hall.
The other two Agents flooded the room and reached for their pistols. Icon leapt up and spun horizontaly in the air with her hands next to her chest as time slowed again. "Like breaking the rules of a computer program," she though as she whipped her leg down and snapped the Agents head down to the floor. As she landed the other Agent had pulled the pistol and was bearing his aim down on Icon's back. she bent backwards like a circus contortionist and grasped the Agent's wrist and dropped down and spun breaking the Agent's wrist if he was human. The fire scraped past her face and trailed a red line on her right cheek that went mahogany within an instant.
She flipped back over and brought her heel into the Agent's throat and sent him into the ceiling.
She landed again and began to pant heavily while thinking,....."Come on Icon, there is no air, you're inside of a computer program, concentrate, why are you getting tired."
She looked up and saw all three Agents stand back up and brush themselves off like nothing happened. They weren't even tired and it felt like she was about to die. They smiled, well, as well as a programmed machine could emulate a human action. It was an image that burnt an image into Icon's mind and would never leave for the rest of her life.
However much longer that would be....
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