Seraph slowly paced down the empty, rain-soaked streets of the city. He
found the dark empty roads somewhat depressing, and preferred the brighter
buildings of Chinese build, but sometimes he found it necessary to come
into this place.
He was walking back to meet again with the Oracle, having placed his call to the rebel ship Logos. He was afraid to leave her for even these short moments, for although she was protected by numerous measures, Seraph felt safer when he was there personally guarding her.
"Seraph." The hateful voice dredged itself up out of Seraph's long term memory banks, and he knew who it was before he turned.
"Tseung."
Agent Tseung stood no more than twenty feet away, a distance which meant nothing considering their strength and speed. "I need some information, Seraph."
Seraph coolly regarded the Agent, eyes imperceptible behind his round Chinese sunglasses. "You are part of the Matrix," he replied in a voice that showed no feeling, "can you not discover anything you wish by yourself?"
"The person whom I seek is not a part of the Matrix. Not anymore. Lead me to her, Seraph."
Seraph's mouth thinned slightly. "No. The Oracle is beyond you."
Tseung stepped forward, anger twisting his features. "Lead me to her, Seraph."
Seraph merely looked at him. "No."
The agent growled and drew his twin pistols. "Then I'll hack into your memory banks and take the information I need."
Seraph drew his own pistols. They stood at opposite ends of the drenched street, watching each other, waiting for the other to make his move.
Agent Tseung launched himself forward, his body parallel with the ground, firing as he flew, his long hair blowing in the wind. Seraph leapt to the right and forward, firing as well. Neither of them were hit.
They both landed, rolled, stood up, aiming their guns. Tseung sneered. "You know we can't hit each other with these human weapons. You can't kill me."
Seraph said nothing.
Tseung dropped both of his guns and stepped over them, then assumed low, powerful back stance, his deadly legs flexed, his hands tensed into Shaolin tiger's claws. "I'll kill you now. Lead me to the Oracle."
Seraph let his pistols fall and brought his fist up into his open hand in a Shaolin salute. "No."
Tseung, ever aggressive, ran forward and launched himself into the air, his feet a rapid flurry of kicks. Seraph dropped underneath and thrust an eagle claw upward, gripping the Agent's thigh. The Agent fell just past Seraph and then rolled, pulling the rogue program with him, throwing him with inhuman strength over himself. Seraph was launched toward a wall. He turned in the air and impacted with his feet, and then pushed himself off, palms open before him. Tseung swung a crescent kick that threw the program's arms out of the way and then delivered a quick roundhouse to Seraph's head.
"You can't win, rogue," said Tseung, walking forwards. "You know you can't beat me." His face twisted into a snarl and his foot flew in a hooking kick through the air that connected with a brutal cracking noise with Seraph's face.
Seraph dropped, gasping, to his knees. His broken sunglasses fell to the ground, and his broken jaw hung limp.
He heard the sound of a pistol cocking and felt the cold metal barrel against the back of his head.
"Where is the Oracle?"
Seraph knelt there for a few seconds. Tseung began to lose his patience. The agent's finger tightened around the trigger.........
Seraph's leg swept swiftly underneath Tseung's, throwing the Agent into the air. Seraph ran, bolting down the rain-drenched streets.
Tseung snarled and took chase. Seraph had a substantial lead, but he couldn't escape this Agent of Agents.
Tseung snarled and ran up the side of one of the buildings, unheeding of the rain that soaked him through and spattered on his glasses. His wet black hair flinging drops behind him like some kind of watery tracer, he ran with inhuman speed toward his quarry. Then without hesitation, making lighting-fast calculations in his head, Agent Tseung leapt off the building's side, and then spun in the air delivering a swift heel kick to the wall.
With a slow cracking noise, the building toppled in on itself, throwing debris through the narrow street. Seraph paused, looked at the falling rock, and then leapt up into the air, over the shattered bricks, and then landed on top of them as they fell, running upwards, his foot not making contact with any brick for more than an eighth of a second.
Suddenly Tseung dropped out of the rain-drenched sky and landed on Seraph's head, grinding his heel downwards. Seraph ignored the pain and slid his body snake-like out of the way, making the Agent fall downwards further, carried by the viciousness of his attack.
From a safe distance, Seraph watched as the Agent was buried in a pile of rubble. Then he turned and quickly left. He wasn't sure if even that could kill something like this.
Seraph quietly brushed away the beads that hung in the Oracle's kitchen door. There she was, enjoying a cigarette.
"Seraph!" she stood up and walked over to him. "I'm glad you're all right........."
"You already knew what would happen," he said.
"Yes, of course I would. But that one, Tseung, he's really something. Really something." The Oracle sat down and stared out the window.
Tseung walked down the streets, his impeccable suit showing no sign of his ordeal. He quickly sent a message to the Architect-
"Rogue escaped. Oracle still not found. No injury, no reboot required."
Suddenly, his head snapped up and anger knitted his brow as he took off at a run. He forwarded the final two words of the report, needing no explanation-
"Agent Smith."
He was walking back to meet again with the Oracle, having placed his call to the rebel ship Logos. He was afraid to leave her for even these short moments, for although she was protected by numerous measures, Seraph felt safer when he was there personally guarding her.
"Seraph." The hateful voice dredged itself up out of Seraph's long term memory banks, and he knew who it was before he turned.
"Tseung."
Agent Tseung stood no more than twenty feet away, a distance which meant nothing considering their strength and speed. "I need some information, Seraph."
Seraph coolly regarded the Agent, eyes imperceptible behind his round Chinese sunglasses. "You are part of the Matrix," he replied in a voice that showed no feeling, "can you not discover anything you wish by yourself?"
"The person whom I seek is not a part of the Matrix. Not anymore. Lead me to her, Seraph."
Seraph's mouth thinned slightly. "No. The Oracle is beyond you."
Tseung stepped forward, anger twisting his features. "Lead me to her, Seraph."
Seraph merely looked at him. "No."
The agent growled and drew his twin pistols. "Then I'll hack into your memory banks and take the information I need."
Seraph drew his own pistols. They stood at opposite ends of the drenched street, watching each other, waiting for the other to make his move.
Agent Tseung launched himself forward, his body parallel with the ground, firing as he flew, his long hair blowing in the wind. Seraph leapt to the right and forward, firing as well. Neither of them were hit.
They both landed, rolled, stood up, aiming their guns. Tseung sneered. "You know we can't hit each other with these human weapons. You can't kill me."
Seraph said nothing.
Tseung dropped both of his guns and stepped over them, then assumed low, powerful back stance, his deadly legs flexed, his hands tensed into Shaolin tiger's claws. "I'll kill you now. Lead me to the Oracle."
Seraph let his pistols fall and brought his fist up into his open hand in a Shaolin salute. "No."
Tseung, ever aggressive, ran forward and launched himself into the air, his feet a rapid flurry of kicks. Seraph dropped underneath and thrust an eagle claw upward, gripping the Agent's thigh. The Agent fell just past Seraph and then rolled, pulling the rogue program with him, throwing him with inhuman strength over himself. Seraph was launched toward a wall. He turned in the air and impacted with his feet, and then pushed himself off, palms open before him. Tseung swung a crescent kick that threw the program's arms out of the way and then delivered a quick roundhouse to Seraph's head.
"You can't win, rogue," said Tseung, walking forwards. "You know you can't beat me." His face twisted into a snarl and his foot flew in a hooking kick through the air that connected with a brutal cracking noise with Seraph's face.
Seraph dropped, gasping, to his knees. His broken sunglasses fell to the ground, and his broken jaw hung limp.
He heard the sound of a pistol cocking and felt the cold metal barrel against the back of his head.
"Where is the Oracle?"
Seraph knelt there for a few seconds. Tseung began to lose his patience. The agent's finger tightened around the trigger.........
Seraph's leg swept swiftly underneath Tseung's, throwing the Agent into the air. Seraph ran, bolting down the rain-drenched streets.
Tseung snarled and took chase. Seraph had a substantial lead, but he couldn't escape this Agent of Agents.
Tseung snarled and ran up the side of one of the buildings, unheeding of the rain that soaked him through and spattered on his glasses. His wet black hair flinging drops behind him like some kind of watery tracer, he ran with inhuman speed toward his quarry. Then without hesitation, making lighting-fast calculations in his head, Agent Tseung leapt off the building's side, and then spun in the air delivering a swift heel kick to the wall.
With a slow cracking noise, the building toppled in on itself, throwing debris through the narrow street. Seraph paused, looked at the falling rock, and then leapt up into the air, over the shattered bricks, and then landed on top of them as they fell, running upwards, his foot not making contact with any brick for more than an eighth of a second.
Suddenly Tseung dropped out of the rain-drenched sky and landed on Seraph's head, grinding his heel downwards. Seraph ignored the pain and slid his body snake-like out of the way, making the Agent fall downwards further, carried by the viciousness of his attack.
From a safe distance, Seraph watched as the Agent was buried in a pile of rubble. Then he turned and quickly left. He wasn't sure if even that could kill something like this.
Seraph quietly brushed away the beads that hung in the Oracle's kitchen door. There she was, enjoying a cigarette.
"Seraph!" she stood up and walked over to him. "I'm glad you're all right........."
"You already knew what would happen," he said.
"Yes, of course I would. But that one, Tseung, he's really something. Really something." The Oracle sat down and stared out the window.
Tseung walked down the streets, his impeccable suit showing no sign of his ordeal. He quickly sent a message to the Architect-
"Rogue escaped. Oracle still not found. No injury, no reboot required."
Suddenly, his head snapped up and anger knitted his brow as he took off at a run. He forwarded the final two words of the report, needing no explanation-
"Agent Smith."