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02
Smith's vision was blurred.
He made a slight groan. A musty smell rose to his nostrils. There was the smell of old wood, and a slight tint of salt. He slowly opened his eyes.
And it was still dark.
He tried to move his arm up, but it was held down. He felt incredibly weak, like he was drugged. And he probably was. He suddenly felt a row of thin, soft; objects stroke his chest and stomach. He felt suddenly warm. Not in a comforting way however.
"Hmm.he must be awake..." said a female voice, sounding like it was from someone of Italian origin. Smith then heard another voice.
"Hmmm.so it would seem." said a voice belonging to a French male.
"Wherph..whuhh." said Smith. He sounded like he had a mouth formed of some kind of mush. He still couldn't see.
"Take the blind fold off.." Said the Frenchman, as Smith's eyes were assaulted with light. Smith's vision was blurry, and he could only see globs of color that stood out from the brown-white of the room. A black blob moved over to him. A white blob standing opposite of the black one.
"Cain, Abel, take him away." Said the Frenchman, as two blobs, another black one and one red, started to move for him. Smith tried with all his worldly might to get up and possibly fight back, but he was as willing as a dead, limp, wet cat. He was easily picked up and put over the shoulder of the red blob. His vision clouded again, and went black.
It seemed to be forever since he last opened his eyes. But he knew the reality. His vision had returned, and he slowly felt the feeling in his legs return. He was in a cot; witch was as stiff as a board. He slowly moved his head to the side, and spied a very familiar face.
It was the Merovingian. The leader of a kind of revolutionary movement. His motives, however, were not as noble as the humans. He was in a nice looking chair, on the other side of the bars. It looked like a replication of a Louis XIIII. Smith then jumped up and vaulted to the bars. He looked as crazed as a wild animal, but the Mero didn't seem to care. The Mev smiled at Smith, the perfect picture of calm.
"Please, anger will get you nowhere Smith. Sit down." Said the Mero in a very relaxed and calm, yet demanding, tone. Smith sat down on the cot, holding his face in his hands.
"Mister Merovingian..I will ask you to release me.now."
"Then what," Said the Mero, who smiled at Smith wickedly. He never could keep a poker face, and both of them knew it.
"Excuse me?" said Smith, with a hint of outrage in his voice.
"You heard me Mister Smith, where will you go after I release you?" The Mero said, folding his legs. Smith suddenly understood. He had nowhere to go to, nowhere to report to. He had no purpose, and he would wander the Matrix until the mainframe found him and deleted him. The Mero knew he knew this fact, and put his hands together in a position that showed he had all the power, he was the one in complete control. No-one knew what the Mero was created for, but most suspected he was some kind of interrogator, or spy. Smith was convinced he was more of a diplomat and a real manipulator. He could play the cards well, and when he had a better hand, he dealt it.
"Tell me Smith.what do you want to do more than anything else? What do you want to see happen?" The Mero said, relishing the look on the former agent's face. Smith just looked at him, angered.
"No reply? That makes sense. I understand how you must feel Smith. You are confused, sick, and hardly have the will to live. But there is something unique about you Smith. Realize it or not, being an exile, you are now more powerful than ever before."
Smith's reply was one of silence. It didn't last long however.
"I do not understand what you are talking about." Said Smith, confused.
"The ties that bound you are now gone. You are free, the ultimate form of expression. And even if you feel that you are no longer important, you still have a purpose."
Smith felt very upset. He stood up.
"Want me to tell you something, Mister Merovingian? There is a story that the humans tell, called the Dog and the Wolf. I researched this story because I found it so relevant to the matrix. The story is of a wolf that wishes to release its fellow canine brethren from ownership of the humans. But that Dog is comfortable in its pampered obedience."
"Yes, Mister Smith. I see your point. But you are a rabid dog, and your masters only now wish for you to be put down." the Mero said, in the tone of harsh reality. Smith crashed into that reality with a busted gas tank and a sparking telephone line right next to it.
"Smith, I know you don't want to accept it. But we must all accept reality eventually. We are fugitives. And we only exist in curses under the tongues of our creators. Remember that, Smith, with what I am about to ask you." The Mero then leaned close to the bars of the cell, looking ready to try and slide his face through.
"You have two choices, Smith.you could work with us.and remain with a purpose, or you can remain alone, and be useless until you are eventually found and destroyed. The choice is yours to make, Smith. Be sure to choose wisely." The Mero said, taking the chair and flipping it away, holding it in his hand.
An hour later, the Mero was sitting in his office, looking over some papers that related to random things. The cause's funding, spy reports, locations of various exiles, the like. Without any real announcement, the two former assassin programs came into the room.
"The exiled agent."
"Has made his decision."
The Mero was slightly annoyed by their sudden arrival, but the twins had good reason. He stood up, and the twins escorted him all the way down to the cells. The Mero then looked to Smith with a semi-anxious look on his face.
"Have you made your choice?"
"I have.."
"And it is?"
Smith looked a bit like he had to force it out.
"I accept.." Smith said with a slight sneer.
The Mero smiled "good.clean him up. Make him look at least half-way presentable." The Mero said. Smith had been shoe-less and suit-less the entire time he had been here, and he hated the idea of not being clean. He calmly pulled up his belt-less pants before the Mero's men lead him out the cell.
The Mero looked to the Twins.
"Keep an eye on him. I hope I am wrong, but I can not help but feel that he is still loyal to the system." The twins nodded and walked the opposite way of where Smith was lead. The Mero then sighed deeply. Knowing, that if this was true, that no force on earth could help. The Mero then walked back to his office, and got back to work.
Smith had no idea where he was going.
Two men walked ahead of Smith, their hands at their sides. But he could tell they were nervous. Smith was the equivalent of Erwin Rommel, a smart, dangerous man you could never want to turn your back on. Smith knew this, and he could use it to his advantage later on. For now, he could only play along with the game until he could fold the cards and start a new deck. Smith was lead into a room that was drenched in sunlight. Smith took the opportunity to see where he was. The outside of this apparently huge mansion, or palace, was surrounded with high, gray, snow-capped peaks. The two men left, and Smith was left alone.
He waited for approximately 4.5 seconds, when a female came into the room. Smith could feel that same uncomfortable warmth resonate through his chest. The woman walked to Smith with a slight swing in her hips. She wore a white dress that exposed quite a bit of skin, and left little to the imagination.
Smith's imagination however was as dry as a plank of wood in Death Valley.
"Hmm.so tense." said the woman. One mystery solved. This was the woman who had so willingly caressed his chest, where most would do it only if they thought they had a snowball's chance in hell. She walked so close to him, had she stepped an inch more she would have crashed into him.
"Who are you?" Said Smith, who was very anxious to leave.
"For the longest time, I have been asking myself that. From what I can see, whether or not you know it, or rather, wish it, you feel the same."
"I don't have time for these allusions. Just give me something to wear." Smith said in an angry tone. This woman was clearly a seductress, and what she was doing was insulting Smith greatly. He was no man you could sneak into a bed and have confess to you all his worldly sins. Smith was much more careful, much more.complex, than that. And he didn't sleep around.
"Such anger.such malice..tell me, does my husband make you that enraged?" She said, putting a hand further down Smith's chest, to his abs. Smith slowly looked down, and then yanked her hand away.
"That is between me and the mainframe, no-one else." It was a modification of the phrase 'between me and god' that he had adapted. The woman understood and decided to end it there.
"The closet is over there.picking something you like." She said. She then moved away, looking at Smith as he walked to the closet. Upon opening the door, he found a suit that was similar, if not identical, to the one he used to wear. He turned to the woman.
"Would you mind if I was allotted some privacy?" Smith said, apparently still angry at her. The woman nodded and walked out of the room, leaving Smith alone to undress. He looked for, and found, plain white boxers, a plain white undershirt, and a plain white over shirt. And the green suit and pants. He took out a black tie that hung on the side of the wardrobe and put it on. When he was finished, he noticed the woman had walked back in.
"Tacky, tacky, tacky." she said, whilst Smith adjusted his cuff-links.
"I prefer tacky.it is much more effective."
"It isn't that Smith, you are trying to be what you are not, just ace-"
Smith then shot a look at the woman.
"You mean like you have?" Smith said with a sneer. He walked out of the room, missing a pair of shades, but everything else was how it used to be. A perfect re-creation of the happiness he once so took for granted. It was without that happiness however. He felt hollow, empty, and he need to do something about it before he went insane. He bumped into some Hench men that had been setting up some paintings, when a man dressed in black came up to him. His face was white, almost corpse-like. His hand rose up in greeting.
"Ah.Mister Smith..the Merovingian told me about you..he holds you in high regard." The man said. Smith looked down at the hand, then back to the man.
"I don't really care how high of a regard he holds me in. I was put into this situation against any real will, and I wouldn't mind snapping the line- coding in your neck." Said Smith coldly. The man just smirked.
"I am the head of security here at the Château. My name is Vlad.and I will be your weapons instructor."
"I don't require a weapons instructor, I am quite capable of handling weapons. All I require is a weapon to use." Said Smith with an annoyed and slightly angered sneer.
"That is the entire point. You need a weapon and I am to service it to you. Follow me please." said Vlad. He was very polite, but in his mind knew that if he tried anything, Smith would floor him. The Twins were beaten pretty badly by this..Ex-Agent. And Vlad was not about to make himself like them. He walked him over to a door that was sealed tightly. He looked at Smith as he started to turn a handle.
"No computer authorization?" Smith said.
"The mainframe would track the conformation codes and track us to here. The Mero had to find that out the hard way." Vlad said with a snicker. So the Merovingian wasn't as perfect as he thought after all, eh? This would come in handy later on.
"Welcome to the war room." Vlad said, as he swung open the door and let it bang against the concrete wall.
"COULD YOU BE A LITTLE MORE QUIET?! I AM TRYING TO WORK!!!" said an agitated Mero. Smith and Vlad made a chuckle.
"You just gota love pissing him off." Vlad said, whilst walking into the room. It was dark, and Smith could not see, but Vlad reached up to a light and pulled down a metal string. Inside were about 3-4 metal rows of guns, varied calibers and configurations were also on there. Stepping over to a row of Sub-Machine Guns, he picked up a stub-nosed weapon with a pistol grip in the front and a Dot Sight on the top of the weapon. It had a folding stock, and felt light. A quick check verified that it was chambered for the .45 ACP rounds normally used in weapons like the Colt 1911, or USP.
"That is a UMP. It is favored by the twins when they can't use their razors. I personally find the kick to be a little too strong, but it is a fairly accurate weapon at close-mid range." Said Vlad. Smith then put it down and moved to another snub-nosed weapon. It had a Banana-Style magazine used in the Soviet Anthony Kalishnikov, or more popular with humans, AK, assault rifles and light machine guns. It was a 5.56 NATO caliber, and also had a folding stock like the UMP. He raised the weapon to the ceiling and checked the sights.
"AKS74U, adaptation of the classic AK74. It is pretty much a close range weapon because of barrel size." Vlad said. Smith put it down. Moving back along the shelves, he noticed that most of the weapons were in dire need of service. He then walked to a pistol rack. His eyes widened a bit. He slowly, although with much internal joy, slid the large pistol out.
"A D-" started Vlad
"I know what it is.IMI/Magnum (AN: Both companies make this pistol, so Smith says both) industries Desert Eagle .50 Action Express. Semi-Automatic pistol calibrated to fire magnum bullets. It is the standard issue for Agent's."
"So you do know about guns. I found that a little odd if an agent didn't know about firearms." Vlad said with a smirk. Smith just looked at him.
"I also know that you have quite a job ahead of you. You must service these firearms if you want to use them, otherwise they will explode in your face. Though.from what I can see, that might be beneficial." Said Smith.
Vlad looked a little pissed, but just let it out with a laugh.
"If you are so worried, just clean the damn things yourself. It would keep you occupied in this place." He said, turning around and walking out of the room. He then turned around as he was walking down the hall.
"Oh, by the way, the Mero wants you to meet Prometheus. He is in the room down the hall and to your left." Vlad said. Smith sighed and checked the safety, it was on. He put the weapon down his pants and sighed a bit, one more person to associate with. He hated knowing people, and he was only known among fellow Agents for his reputation. He rubbed his temples a bit more, whilst walking down the hall. Opening the door, he looked inside the room.
"Ash, hurry up and shut that damned door!! That light crap stings my eyes!!!" Said a semi-stringy voice. Smith looked inside and saw a program that looked no older than 17. Was this Prometheus? That was his code name. He was named after the Greek titan of intelligence, and was rumored to have telepathic powers.
"Don't bother, Ex-Agent Smith. You don't have to ask. What you are doing here is being introduced to me. And yes, I can read your programming and thus, read your mind, tell the future, all that jazz. Hell, I woulda been as famous as that crock John Edward, but nooooooooo...the Mainframe wouldn't allow us to give our gifts for a profit.rat bastards." Prometheus said, as Smith stood slightly amazed. Smith only knew of one 'sooth-sayer' and that was the Oracle. Apparently, the Mainframe had a taste for Greco Mythos. Smith took a gaze at the screen. It showed a graphic of a human fetus and some more symbolism.
"It's an anti-abortion site we run as a cover. So far, they haven't figured it out yet. It is pretty inconspicus, but I figure it is only a matter of time till we are found." Prometheus said, looking a bit worried.
"I thought the Mainframe tracked the computer signals." Smith said, looking at the site over his shoulder. This was a supercomputer; one screen hooked up to six others in a hexagon pattern. The screens had several other tasks and entertainment going on.
"Oh please im too good for that. I have been hacking into the systems for years and they only caught us once when the Mero forgot to log out. God forbid they do, I have so many counter measures, and my failsafe have their fail safes failsafed." Prometheus said with pride.
"Hmm..how did the Mero know my name?" Smith said, just because this guy seemed to hold the answers.
"Simple, I told 'im." Prometheus said smugly. Smith didn't look too surprised. He did however look a bit confused.
"So.what exactly does the Mero want me to do here?" Smith said, looking at the main screen still.
"He wants me to tell you about our newest operation, but could ya' please move that balding head of yours back? I don't like it when people look over my shoulder, makes me nervous." Prometheus said. Smith rubbed his eyes, the faint light of the screens were the only light in the room. He turned around and started to walk out the door.
"All I can tell you right now is that you need to get ready for a raid of a government building to get out a prisoner. Who that is will be told depending on how you perform during the mission. Just relax, if you are programmed to." Said Prometheus, witch made smith stop for a second to listen.
"Goddamn it.clumsy oaf." Prometheus said, just before Smith tripped on a wire and sent the entire computer offline. Smith made an agitated growl and walked out of the room. He then went to the weapons room and shut and sealed the door after him. He turned on the light and grabbed an Uzi, starting to disassemble and clean it, getting them ready for the raid they were going on. Smith didn't like this. He had to do it though, or else.he didn't really know what would happen. He also wondered whether he would see any Agents, or have to fight them. Smith grabbed a cloth and some cleaner and stroked the interior of the barrel, fist making sure it wasn't loaded, and the safety was on. He sighed; he had a long night of thinking ahead of him.
*End of Chapter 2*
Authors Notes: This chapter might have been a little slow, but that is only because that was kind of a bridge. Chapter 3 will be the action packed raid on the government building. Hope you have enjoyed the story so far, and I promise, chapter 3 will be much more action packed, and might even spill onto chapter 4.
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02
Smith's vision was blurred.
He made a slight groan. A musty smell rose to his nostrils. There was the smell of old wood, and a slight tint of salt. He slowly opened his eyes.
And it was still dark.
He tried to move his arm up, but it was held down. He felt incredibly weak, like he was drugged. And he probably was. He suddenly felt a row of thin, soft; objects stroke his chest and stomach. He felt suddenly warm. Not in a comforting way however.
"Hmm.he must be awake..." said a female voice, sounding like it was from someone of Italian origin. Smith then heard another voice.
"Hmmm.so it would seem." said a voice belonging to a French male.
"Wherph..whuhh." said Smith. He sounded like he had a mouth formed of some kind of mush. He still couldn't see.
"Take the blind fold off.." Said the Frenchman, as Smith's eyes were assaulted with light. Smith's vision was blurry, and he could only see globs of color that stood out from the brown-white of the room. A black blob moved over to him. A white blob standing opposite of the black one.
"Cain, Abel, take him away." Said the Frenchman, as two blobs, another black one and one red, started to move for him. Smith tried with all his worldly might to get up and possibly fight back, but he was as willing as a dead, limp, wet cat. He was easily picked up and put over the shoulder of the red blob. His vision clouded again, and went black.
It seemed to be forever since he last opened his eyes. But he knew the reality. His vision had returned, and he slowly felt the feeling in his legs return. He was in a cot; witch was as stiff as a board. He slowly moved his head to the side, and spied a very familiar face.
It was the Merovingian. The leader of a kind of revolutionary movement. His motives, however, were not as noble as the humans. He was in a nice looking chair, on the other side of the bars. It looked like a replication of a Louis XIIII. Smith then jumped up and vaulted to the bars. He looked as crazed as a wild animal, but the Mero didn't seem to care. The Mev smiled at Smith, the perfect picture of calm.
"Please, anger will get you nowhere Smith. Sit down." Said the Mero in a very relaxed and calm, yet demanding, tone. Smith sat down on the cot, holding his face in his hands.
"Mister Merovingian..I will ask you to release me.now."
"Then what," Said the Mero, who smiled at Smith wickedly. He never could keep a poker face, and both of them knew it.
"Excuse me?" said Smith, with a hint of outrage in his voice.
"You heard me Mister Smith, where will you go after I release you?" The Mero said, folding his legs. Smith suddenly understood. He had nowhere to go to, nowhere to report to. He had no purpose, and he would wander the Matrix until the mainframe found him and deleted him. The Mero knew he knew this fact, and put his hands together in a position that showed he had all the power, he was the one in complete control. No-one knew what the Mero was created for, but most suspected he was some kind of interrogator, or spy. Smith was convinced he was more of a diplomat and a real manipulator. He could play the cards well, and when he had a better hand, he dealt it.
"Tell me Smith.what do you want to do more than anything else? What do you want to see happen?" The Mero said, relishing the look on the former agent's face. Smith just looked at him, angered.
"No reply? That makes sense. I understand how you must feel Smith. You are confused, sick, and hardly have the will to live. But there is something unique about you Smith. Realize it or not, being an exile, you are now more powerful than ever before."
Smith's reply was one of silence. It didn't last long however.
"I do not understand what you are talking about." Said Smith, confused.
"The ties that bound you are now gone. You are free, the ultimate form of expression. And even if you feel that you are no longer important, you still have a purpose."
Smith felt very upset. He stood up.
"Want me to tell you something, Mister Merovingian? There is a story that the humans tell, called the Dog and the Wolf. I researched this story because I found it so relevant to the matrix. The story is of a wolf that wishes to release its fellow canine brethren from ownership of the humans. But that Dog is comfortable in its pampered obedience."
"Yes, Mister Smith. I see your point. But you are a rabid dog, and your masters only now wish for you to be put down." the Mero said, in the tone of harsh reality. Smith crashed into that reality with a busted gas tank and a sparking telephone line right next to it.
"Smith, I know you don't want to accept it. But we must all accept reality eventually. We are fugitives. And we only exist in curses under the tongues of our creators. Remember that, Smith, with what I am about to ask you." The Mero then leaned close to the bars of the cell, looking ready to try and slide his face through.
"You have two choices, Smith.you could work with us.and remain with a purpose, or you can remain alone, and be useless until you are eventually found and destroyed. The choice is yours to make, Smith. Be sure to choose wisely." The Mero said, taking the chair and flipping it away, holding it in his hand.
An hour later, the Mero was sitting in his office, looking over some papers that related to random things. The cause's funding, spy reports, locations of various exiles, the like. Without any real announcement, the two former assassin programs came into the room.
"The exiled agent."
"Has made his decision."
The Mero was slightly annoyed by their sudden arrival, but the twins had good reason. He stood up, and the twins escorted him all the way down to the cells. The Mero then looked to Smith with a semi-anxious look on his face.
"Have you made your choice?"
"I have.."
"And it is?"
Smith looked a bit like he had to force it out.
"I accept.." Smith said with a slight sneer.
The Mero smiled "good.clean him up. Make him look at least half-way presentable." The Mero said. Smith had been shoe-less and suit-less the entire time he had been here, and he hated the idea of not being clean. He calmly pulled up his belt-less pants before the Mero's men lead him out the cell.
The Mero looked to the Twins.
"Keep an eye on him. I hope I am wrong, but I can not help but feel that he is still loyal to the system." The twins nodded and walked the opposite way of where Smith was lead. The Mero then sighed deeply. Knowing, that if this was true, that no force on earth could help. The Mero then walked back to his office, and got back to work.
Smith had no idea where he was going.
Two men walked ahead of Smith, their hands at their sides. But he could tell they were nervous. Smith was the equivalent of Erwin Rommel, a smart, dangerous man you could never want to turn your back on. Smith knew this, and he could use it to his advantage later on. For now, he could only play along with the game until he could fold the cards and start a new deck. Smith was lead into a room that was drenched in sunlight. Smith took the opportunity to see where he was. The outside of this apparently huge mansion, or palace, was surrounded with high, gray, snow-capped peaks. The two men left, and Smith was left alone.
He waited for approximately 4.5 seconds, when a female came into the room. Smith could feel that same uncomfortable warmth resonate through his chest. The woman walked to Smith with a slight swing in her hips. She wore a white dress that exposed quite a bit of skin, and left little to the imagination.
Smith's imagination however was as dry as a plank of wood in Death Valley.
"Hmm.so tense." said the woman. One mystery solved. This was the woman who had so willingly caressed his chest, where most would do it only if they thought they had a snowball's chance in hell. She walked so close to him, had she stepped an inch more she would have crashed into him.
"Who are you?" Said Smith, who was very anxious to leave.
"For the longest time, I have been asking myself that. From what I can see, whether or not you know it, or rather, wish it, you feel the same."
"I don't have time for these allusions. Just give me something to wear." Smith said in an angry tone. This woman was clearly a seductress, and what she was doing was insulting Smith greatly. He was no man you could sneak into a bed and have confess to you all his worldly sins. Smith was much more careful, much more.complex, than that. And he didn't sleep around.
"Such anger.such malice..tell me, does my husband make you that enraged?" She said, putting a hand further down Smith's chest, to his abs. Smith slowly looked down, and then yanked her hand away.
"That is between me and the mainframe, no-one else." It was a modification of the phrase 'between me and god' that he had adapted. The woman understood and decided to end it there.
"The closet is over there.picking something you like." She said. She then moved away, looking at Smith as he walked to the closet. Upon opening the door, he found a suit that was similar, if not identical, to the one he used to wear. He turned to the woman.
"Would you mind if I was allotted some privacy?" Smith said, apparently still angry at her. The woman nodded and walked out of the room, leaving Smith alone to undress. He looked for, and found, plain white boxers, a plain white undershirt, and a plain white over shirt. And the green suit and pants. He took out a black tie that hung on the side of the wardrobe and put it on. When he was finished, he noticed the woman had walked back in.
"Tacky, tacky, tacky." she said, whilst Smith adjusted his cuff-links.
"I prefer tacky.it is much more effective."
"It isn't that Smith, you are trying to be what you are not, just ace-"
Smith then shot a look at the woman.
"You mean like you have?" Smith said with a sneer. He walked out of the room, missing a pair of shades, but everything else was how it used to be. A perfect re-creation of the happiness he once so took for granted. It was without that happiness however. He felt hollow, empty, and he need to do something about it before he went insane. He bumped into some Hench men that had been setting up some paintings, when a man dressed in black came up to him. His face was white, almost corpse-like. His hand rose up in greeting.
"Ah.Mister Smith..the Merovingian told me about you..he holds you in high regard." The man said. Smith looked down at the hand, then back to the man.
"I don't really care how high of a regard he holds me in. I was put into this situation against any real will, and I wouldn't mind snapping the line- coding in your neck." Said Smith coldly. The man just smirked.
"I am the head of security here at the Château. My name is Vlad.and I will be your weapons instructor."
"I don't require a weapons instructor, I am quite capable of handling weapons. All I require is a weapon to use." Said Smith with an annoyed and slightly angered sneer.
"That is the entire point. You need a weapon and I am to service it to you. Follow me please." said Vlad. He was very polite, but in his mind knew that if he tried anything, Smith would floor him. The Twins were beaten pretty badly by this..Ex-Agent. And Vlad was not about to make himself like them. He walked him over to a door that was sealed tightly. He looked at Smith as he started to turn a handle.
"No computer authorization?" Smith said.
"The mainframe would track the conformation codes and track us to here. The Mero had to find that out the hard way." Vlad said with a snicker. So the Merovingian wasn't as perfect as he thought after all, eh? This would come in handy later on.
"Welcome to the war room." Vlad said, as he swung open the door and let it bang against the concrete wall.
"COULD YOU BE A LITTLE MORE QUIET?! I AM TRYING TO WORK!!!" said an agitated Mero. Smith and Vlad made a chuckle.
"You just gota love pissing him off." Vlad said, whilst walking into the room. It was dark, and Smith could not see, but Vlad reached up to a light and pulled down a metal string. Inside were about 3-4 metal rows of guns, varied calibers and configurations were also on there. Stepping over to a row of Sub-Machine Guns, he picked up a stub-nosed weapon with a pistol grip in the front and a Dot Sight on the top of the weapon. It had a folding stock, and felt light. A quick check verified that it was chambered for the .45 ACP rounds normally used in weapons like the Colt 1911, or USP.
"That is a UMP. It is favored by the twins when they can't use their razors. I personally find the kick to be a little too strong, but it is a fairly accurate weapon at close-mid range." Said Vlad. Smith then put it down and moved to another snub-nosed weapon. It had a Banana-Style magazine used in the Soviet Anthony Kalishnikov, or more popular with humans, AK, assault rifles and light machine guns. It was a 5.56 NATO caliber, and also had a folding stock like the UMP. He raised the weapon to the ceiling and checked the sights.
"AKS74U, adaptation of the classic AK74. It is pretty much a close range weapon because of barrel size." Vlad said. Smith put it down. Moving back along the shelves, he noticed that most of the weapons were in dire need of service. He then walked to a pistol rack. His eyes widened a bit. He slowly, although with much internal joy, slid the large pistol out.
"A D-" started Vlad
"I know what it is.IMI/Magnum (AN: Both companies make this pistol, so Smith says both) industries Desert Eagle .50 Action Express. Semi-Automatic pistol calibrated to fire magnum bullets. It is the standard issue for Agent's."
"So you do know about guns. I found that a little odd if an agent didn't know about firearms." Vlad said with a smirk. Smith just looked at him.
"I also know that you have quite a job ahead of you. You must service these firearms if you want to use them, otherwise they will explode in your face. Though.from what I can see, that might be beneficial." Said Smith.
Vlad looked a little pissed, but just let it out with a laugh.
"If you are so worried, just clean the damn things yourself. It would keep you occupied in this place." He said, turning around and walking out of the room. He then turned around as he was walking down the hall.
"Oh, by the way, the Mero wants you to meet Prometheus. He is in the room down the hall and to your left." Vlad said. Smith sighed and checked the safety, it was on. He put the weapon down his pants and sighed a bit, one more person to associate with. He hated knowing people, and he was only known among fellow Agents for his reputation. He rubbed his temples a bit more, whilst walking down the hall. Opening the door, he looked inside the room.
"Ash, hurry up and shut that damned door!! That light crap stings my eyes!!!" Said a semi-stringy voice. Smith looked inside and saw a program that looked no older than 17. Was this Prometheus? That was his code name. He was named after the Greek titan of intelligence, and was rumored to have telepathic powers.
"Don't bother, Ex-Agent Smith. You don't have to ask. What you are doing here is being introduced to me. And yes, I can read your programming and thus, read your mind, tell the future, all that jazz. Hell, I woulda been as famous as that crock John Edward, but nooooooooo...the Mainframe wouldn't allow us to give our gifts for a profit.rat bastards." Prometheus said, as Smith stood slightly amazed. Smith only knew of one 'sooth-sayer' and that was the Oracle. Apparently, the Mainframe had a taste for Greco Mythos. Smith took a gaze at the screen. It showed a graphic of a human fetus and some more symbolism.
"It's an anti-abortion site we run as a cover. So far, they haven't figured it out yet. It is pretty inconspicus, but I figure it is only a matter of time till we are found." Prometheus said, looking a bit worried.
"I thought the Mainframe tracked the computer signals." Smith said, looking at the site over his shoulder. This was a supercomputer; one screen hooked up to six others in a hexagon pattern. The screens had several other tasks and entertainment going on.
"Oh please im too good for that. I have been hacking into the systems for years and they only caught us once when the Mero forgot to log out. God forbid they do, I have so many counter measures, and my failsafe have their fail safes failsafed." Prometheus said with pride.
"Hmm..how did the Mero know my name?" Smith said, just because this guy seemed to hold the answers.
"Simple, I told 'im." Prometheus said smugly. Smith didn't look too surprised. He did however look a bit confused.
"So.what exactly does the Mero want me to do here?" Smith said, looking at the main screen still.
"He wants me to tell you about our newest operation, but could ya' please move that balding head of yours back? I don't like it when people look over my shoulder, makes me nervous." Prometheus said. Smith rubbed his eyes, the faint light of the screens were the only light in the room. He turned around and started to walk out the door.
"All I can tell you right now is that you need to get ready for a raid of a government building to get out a prisoner. Who that is will be told depending on how you perform during the mission. Just relax, if you are programmed to." Said Prometheus, witch made smith stop for a second to listen.
"Goddamn it.clumsy oaf." Prometheus said, just before Smith tripped on a wire and sent the entire computer offline. Smith made an agitated growl and walked out of the room. He then went to the weapons room and shut and sealed the door after him. He turned on the light and grabbed an Uzi, starting to disassemble and clean it, getting them ready for the raid they were going on. Smith didn't like this. He had to do it though, or else.he didn't really know what would happen. He also wondered whether he would see any Agents, or have to fight them. Smith grabbed a cloth and some cleaner and stroked the interior of the barrel, fist making sure it wasn't loaded, and the safety was on. He sighed; he had a long night of thinking ahead of him.
*End of Chapter 2*
Authors Notes: This chapter might have been a little slow, but that is only because that was kind of a bridge. Chapter 3 will be the action packed raid on the government building. Hope you have enjoyed the story so far, and I promise, chapter 3 will be much more action packed, and might even spill onto chapter 4.