Terminator's small truck stuttered along at top speed, trying to shake off the pursuers, but it was useless. The motorbike behind was catching up. Out of the wing mirror, he saw a gun being loaded. A wave of hot lead spewed out, setting fire to the truck. The Terminator dived out of the side door, as the flames spread to the engine, completely detonating the truck. Terminator pulled out his pump-action shotgun, firing at the bike. Trinity dove off, landing on the other side of the pavement. Terminator made for the nearby petrol station, where a Shell oil tanker was loading up the pumps. Terminator pulled open the locked door, exposing the driver.
"Hey! You can't do that!"
"Can't I?"
Terminator shoved the barrel of his shotgun in the face of the driver.
"Please...no! Help!"
The clerk in the store heard a shotgun being fired. He ran outside, seeing the tanker speeding away.
"Hey! Security!"
He saw the body roll out of the open driver's door. The door slammed and the tanker disappeared.
"Hey! Hey no! You can't do that! I'll call the police!"
The clerk ran inside, picking up the reciever and dialing 911 as quickly as he could.
"Yes, Police! There's a stolen truck speeding away. Yes, er...Shell oil tanker, heading North-East on a freeway, towards California."
The police cars raced one after the other out of the station, sirens blaring. It didn't take them long to locate Terminator's stolen truck, racing along the freeway at full speed, a limo and a motorbike chasing after it.
Morpheus unwound the passenger seat window, leaned out and started shooting.
"I repeat, we are under heavy fire from a limousine, number pla..."
The police officer stopped mid-sentence, shot dead. The police reinforcements, however, were on their way, officers armed and ready.
Terminator's lorry zigzagged from side to side along the road, cars swerving and crasing around it. Trinity's bike edged closer and closer, Trinity trying to get a good enough aim to take out the lorry there and then, when a black saloon car rammed her from behind.
"Agents...shit!" Said Trinity to herself. She pulled out a mobile phone and dialled Neo's number. Neo picked up the phone, one hand on the steering wheel while Morpheus took out police cars, popping tires and shattering windscreens.
"Neo?"
"Yeah?"
"Oh, thank God...Neo, look to ahead, to the right a bit."
"Agents."
"Just what I thought."
"Shit. are they attacking you?"
"No. That's the thing. They seem to be after Terminator."
"What?"
"I dunno. Maybe it's just a trick. Watch out."
Trinity hung up and looked up at the road ahead. A highway bridge was coming up. There was a police roadblock at the start of the bridge, consistingand two poli of a police truck in the centre, ce cars to either side, with officers, guns at the ready. There was no way around. Trinity had to go for the only weak spot she could see - the truck itself. She jammed on the brakes, swerving to the left and leaning all her weight that way. The bike slid right down, just low enough to get under the wheels of the truck!
Terminator remained up ahead. Trinity raced after him, behind several police cars. One police office, aiming for Terminator, had shot the back section of the truck. Oil leaked out, about to go up in flames. Terminator's truck cab dropped the entire trailer, zooming off to let the load roll back of its own accord on to the police cars, whom Trinity was unlucky enough to be behind. A huge explosion followed, with the whole bridge falling down onto the road below. Trinity had had the sense to dive off her motorbike before it exploded, but was now simply falling, the cars racing past below. She braced herself for death, and found herselves in the arms of someone, who flew right up. Neo!
Morpheus was at the wheel of the limousine, having taken it as soon as Neo had leapt out. The limo raced along. Morpheus planned to pick up Neo after the bridge, which was...The bridge! Where the hell had it gone!? Morpheus jammed on the brakes, but not quickly enough to avoid falling down into the path of a moving car, which slammed into Morpheus, sending his car spinning. Another car smashed into him, sending him flying off the road, smashing through the barriers. The car spun off and crashed into a nearby tree, completely writing off the car and setting it alight. The door slowly opened and Morpheus stumbled out, barely conscious. He just had the sense to roll the flames out, before passing out.
"Hey! You can't do that!"
"Can't I?"
Terminator shoved the barrel of his shotgun in the face of the driver.
"Please...no! Help!"
The clerk in the store heard a shotgun being fired. He ran outside, seeing the tanker speeding away.
"Hey! Security!"
He saw the body roll out of the open driver's door. The door slammed and the tanker disappeared.
"Hey! Hey no! You can't do that! I'll call the police!"
The clerk ran inside, picking up the reciever and dialing 911 as quickly as he could.
"Yes, Police! There's a stolen truck speeding away. Yes, er...Shell oil tanker, heading North-East on a freeway, towards California."
The police cars raced one after the other out of the station, sirens blaring. It didn't take them long to locate Terminator's stolen truck, racing along the freeway at full speed, a limo and a motorbike chasing after it.
Morpheus unwound the passenger seat window, leaned out and started shooting.
"I repeat, we are under heavy fire from a limousine, number pla..."
The police officer stopped mid-sentence, shot dead. The police reinforcements, however, were on their way, officers armed and ready.
Terminator's lorry zigzagged from side to side along the road, cars swerving and crasing around it. Trinity's bike edged closer and closer, Trinity trying to get a good enough aim to take out the lorry there and then, when a black saloon car rammed her from behind.
"Agents...shit!" Said Trinity to herself. She pulled out a mobile phone and dialled Neo's number. Neo picked up the phone, one hand on the steering wheel while Morpheus took out police cars, popping tires and shattering windscreens.
"Neo?"
"Yeah?"
"Oh, thank God...Neo, look to ahead, to the right a bit."
"Agents."
"Just what I thought."
"Shit. are they attacking you?"
"No. That's the thing. They seem to be after Terminator."
"What?"
"I dunno. Maybe it's just a trick. Watch out."
Trinity hung up and looked up at the road ahead. A highway bridge was coming up. There was a police roadblock at the start of the bridge, consistingand two poli of a police truck in the centre, ce cars to either side, with officers, guns at the ready. There was no way around. Trinity had to go for the only weak spot she could see - the truck itself. She jammed on the brakes, swerving to the left and leaning all her weight that way. The bike slid right down, just low enough to get under the wheels of the truck!
Terminator remained up ahead. Trinity raced after him, behind several police cars. One police office, aiming for Terminator, had shot the back section of the truck. Oil leaked out, about to go up in flames. Terminator's truck cab dropped the entire trailer, zooming off to let the load roll back of its own accord on to the police cars, whom Trinity was unlucky enough to be behind. A huge explosion followed, with the whole bridge falling down onto the road below. Trinity had had the sense to dive off her motorbike before it exploded, but was now simply falling, the cars racing past below. She braced herself for death, and found herselves in the arms of someone, who flew right up. Neo!
Morpheus was at the wheel of the limousine, having taken it as soon as Neo had leapt out. The limo raced along. Morpheus planned to pick up Neo after the bridge, which was...The bridge! Where the hell had it gone!? Morpheus jammed on the brakes, but not quickly enough to avoid falling down into the path of a moving car, which slammed into Morpheus, sending his car spinning. Another car smashed into him, sending him flying off the road, smashing through the barriers. The car spun off and crashed into a nearby tree, completely writing off the car and setting it alight. The door slowly opened and Morpheus stumbled out, barely conscious. He just had the sense to roll the flames out, before passing out.