Disclaimer: Go to the prologue for it.
A/N: Well, I apologize for the long wait. I had to finish another story and decide the destiny of this one. Anyways, here's the answers or replies to some of the reviews.
Kit19: I'm glad you like the idea! I wanted something new and unusual to enter the Matrix world-that and I don't really liked the billions of Neo/Trinity fics. Yes, I'm an underdog lover. As for your two questions, yes Rain was forced back into the Matrix not long after she was freed. Why? You'll have to read for that. The crew did know how to kill Agents and they don't know how (because they're dead) anymore. Rain… well, read and see.
AquarianWind: I'm glad you like the story so far. I hope you keep reading.
* * Chapter Two * *
"Street," a tall, muscular man with long black hair pulled up against his skull said to his partner, a woman with bleached army style hair and a powerful build. Both wore sunglasses to hide their eyes as they walked through the crowds; though at night it was quite a sight.
"It's 5401, we're coming up on it," replied his companion.
There was no response from the man as they walked down the semi-empty sidewalks. It was a casual sidewalk carnival that New York experienced a lot during the summer. There was nothing special about the carnivals-they came, they worked, and then they left, usually leaving behind a large mess to clean up. To the unknowing eye this would seem like a regular carnival, however, it was not.
It was a carnival run by Agents to try and attract hackers to take into their custody.
"Here," said the peroxide blonde as she pointed to a small side street. The man turned and they briskly walked down the street, ignoring the strange glances they got as they went. As far as the crowd was concerned they were just regular carnival junkies. As they approached their target the sounds of fighting could be heard. There was a muffled scream and then the sound of flesh-on-flesh contact. "Trouble," the man said as they turned the corner and stared into the bleak sight of a dead end.
There, cowering in the corner was a girl of twelve, trying to control the tears that spelt from her eyes as she stared up into the dark eyes of her destroyer. A tall man built like a statute stood before wearing, ironically, a dark suit much like tax collectors wore. He held a gun to the girl and was about to shoot when the peroxide blonde ran forth and tapped the man on his shoulder.
"Hey," she said as he turned to her, "the girl's underage." With that she delivered a powerful punch to the man's face that sent him flying backwards into the brick wall. As he slouched, dazed, she turned to her partner who was kneeling next to the girl. "Behind!" She yelled as a duplicate of the black suited man appeared at the mouth of the ally.
She pulled out her guns from the safety of her white jacket and began to fire a rapid shower of bullets at the intruder as her partner covered the girl for protection. What the hell are Agents doing here? He wondered as he turned to check up on his partner.
That was when he saw it. The previous Agent got up from his slouched position against the wall and rushed the blonde as the other Agent, with inhuman speed, dodged her bullets and came at her, fists raised. Without thinking he got up and rushed the Agent coming from behind, blocking his raised fist and distracting him. Both Agents were very worthy opponents as they delivered hard hits trying to break the rebel's defenses. As the man and the woman blocked incoming punches, kicks, and strikes they both knew the outcome of this battle.
One way or another they would die-that's what you got for challenging an Agent.
It seemed to stretch out forever but in reality it was only a few minutes. The battle was hard and very challenging as each had to think two steps ahead of the Agents to remain alive. Both were tiring considerably and it showed. It was maybe only another few minutes before they would collapse, forever. The blonde slipped up and instantly the girl's hopes vanished-her mysterious savior was doomed like her. As the blonde attempted a feeble attempt to save her life by jumping back up, thinking that this might buy her some time, she quickly discovered her mistake as she threw a wild punch. The Agent's steadfast hand seemed to grab hers out of the air and hold it, crushing her bones beneath his powerful grip. "You're dead," the Agent whispered in the blonde's ear as he blocked her other punch.
"I don't think so," came another voice. Like a bird she came flying into the battle, landing right next to the intertwined fingers of the Agent and Rebel, delivering a swift chop to the Agent's arm, breaking his grip on the blonde. "Try again," she said with a self-knowing smirk.
With energy unlike anyone had seen the woman took on the Agent delivering such forceful strikes so fast it was hard to follow. "Get her out of here!" She yelled at the rebels as she cornered the Agent and the other came at her. She jumped up on the wall and back flipped behind the Agent, catching him unaware with a sidekick that sent him flying into his fellow Agent as he turned to face her. As the Agents worked to untangle them selves, the woman watched as the blonde and the black haired man picked up the shaking girl and began to run from the dead end. As they passed her, she reached out and caught the man's arm.
Shaded eyes looked into clear blue ones as she stared at him, her eyes strangely devoid of emotion except for one, determination. She uncurled his clutched hand and dropped into it keys. "Kawasaki Ninja Storm, black. Be soft on the gas as you ease her out, she's temperamental," she said and then pushed him off. The man didn't have time for questions as he raced to catch up to his partner. The woman turned back to her attackers as they rose. "Come on boys, that can't be all you've got," she said as she heard the groups' footsteps fading.
"Where?" The blonde woman asked as she turned from the ally and onto the street carnival. Her companion had caught up and she watched as he pointed to a black motorcycle parked on the other side of the street. He gave her the keys. "Go, I'll meet you," he said.
"What are you doing?"
"Rescuing the woman."
There was a slight nod as the blonde helped the terrified girl over to the motorcycle. The man turned back and headed down towards the dead end, pulling out two guns as he went and cocking them. He was going in prepared.
A/N: Well, there's the second chapter. I hope you all like it. The next will be coming out very soon I promise, since I finished my other story and have almost decided on the fate of this story. I know it was extremely short and I apologize but this part of the timing was messed up with the next chapter so I had to cut them apart. The next one will be longer I promise. Until next time!