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*This is apparently going to grow into the best fan-fic I ever made ._. Thanks a lot for all the reviews. They mean a lot ta' me! ^_^. Now, if I can only get my little bro past the stage of "Slimy conniving Rat", then I could be really dedicated more to this masterpiece of mine. Well, I promised action, so that is what you are going to get, action.*
The car ride was a bumpy one. In more ways than just the texture of the road that they were on. Smith sat in the front seat, his arms folded over his chest, and a look of concentration in his eyes. He didn't have the 'right kind' of sunglasses yet, but the Mero promised he would get Smith some custom ordered. He was in deep thought, and looked out at the street they were driving on.
Smith knew something interesting now; that the Mero had planned this thing for months. That was slow, meticulous, and extremely dangerous. The mainframe could send out Agents or anything else it saw fit to rid it's self of any thing it deemed dangerous. Smith knew this. He expected it to be a trap; the Mainframe was decidedly devious about those kinds of things, even bordering on sadistic. Smith glanced to the right for a split second. He looked at the back of the head of Vlad. Not only was he an expert at firearms, but he was a decent driver. Behind him were four of the Mero's best personnel.
There was Gooseclap, a skilled heavy weapons expert, and one strong guy. He had a lot of conventional wisdom, and he could do the job. He looked like a Native American with an Olympian build.
Vigen, Swedish for 'Griffon' (Or Eagle, or something like that. Smith wasn't exactly familiar with the Swedish language.). He handled the explosives that would be ness Cary for getting past the front doors. He had black spiked hair, and wore goggles on his head for protection
And of course, the Twins. They would no doubt come in handy for some of the riskier tasks.
Their armament: 5 M1911 Pistols, Smith had one in a shoulder holster, and 'his' DE.50 AE in another. Vigen carried one, and a Russian RPG launcher. And Gooseclap carried two in shoulder holsters. Gooseclap also had a SPAS 12 combat shotgun in his trench coat, and an MP5A5. They also had some extra weaponry as a contgenceny in case of pursuit in the limo they were using. Vlad would drop them off and then drive around for a little bit. They had agreed that if they did not have the objective in the limo within 3 hours, then Vlad would go.
The most interesting thing about this trip was where they came from. The Château, as Smith discovered when they were getting ready, was 'nowhere' in the Matrix. It was in a loose cranny of code that the Mero had found by chance. They also had access to a kind of "access hub", doors leading to any possible place imaginable. It was, again, a chance find. Smith was starting to notice the humanity in the Mero, the humanity that would be his undoing.
"How much longer do we have to wait in this damned car?" Said Vigen.
"We mustn't be too impatient. If we are caught now, we would send the plans into ruin." Said Gooseclap. He flicked a fly to the side, and onto a seat in the limo. The Twins exchanged glances now and again, and Vigen just twitched nervously. Only Smith and Gooseclap didn't wear some kind of eye wear. Gooseclap wore a Mets baseball cap. He also had on a loose black trench coat and a white undershirt. Smith wore his 'Agent Wear', and Vigen was dressed in all black except for the gold-color that lined the inside of the trench coat.
Smith thought about Vigen's attire and thought of cracking a joke, but that wouldn't be in his character. He just kept staring and staring. He looked to the thing that he once called perfect. A creation of Genius. That creation was now actively hunting him. Searching for him, and when it found him, there would be nothing Smith could do.
Except fight to his death.
The limo then pulled up to the inconspicus looking building. The limo was a bad choice in Smith's mind, as anyone would notice one from 10 feet away. He could only help but feel the Pistols under his suit itch against his ribs. Rain drizzled down from gray-white skies, and Vigen stood up, and quickly ran across the street to a small alley. He took out a small mirror and shone it at the Limo. Twin One was the first to see it.
"We see the signal." he said plainly. Twin Two nodded in agreement. Smith then looked to Vlad and got out of the car. He opened the doors for the Twins, who couldn't very well shift in plain daylight. Gooseclap also exited from the car. Gooseclap pointed his cap to the right. Right was 'were good to go' while left was 'abort the plan.' Vigen nodded and took out the middle component to the RPG out. He then got out the bazooka back- wash style back end. He got out a small screwdriver and screwed the back on.
Vigen then got on one knee and took out a small warhead like device from his trench-coat. He attached it to the front end of the RPG launcher. He looked through the scope of the weapon to get the targeting right. He flicked the safety off, and aimed just to the right of the target building. The point wasn't to cause damage to the building, but to affect the security inside. They would have something to distract the mainframe whilst the entry team, the Twins, Gooseclap, and Smith, went inside and did their job. The minute the projectile was fired, the three hour limit would start.
Vigen got the sights lined up to a stone lion that was on the building next to the Target Building.
"You sons of b***hes better do this fast.." He said, as he squeezed the trigger.
There was a loud 'PWOOOOOSHSHH' sound as a blast of fire came out the back of the weapon. The projectile streaked towards the lion with lethal force.
It connected, sending shards of fine marble and plaster flying about. Vigen then took out a Mobile Phone and talked into it.
"The king is in orbit, I repeat, the king is in orbit." Said Vigen.
Smith, the Twins and Gooseclap dusted themselves off, as Smith slowly reached for the Phone. They were no less than 18 feet away when the rocket hit.
"Yes..we could see that."
Smith then, after he finished a coughing fit, headed for the building, seeing that a crowd of on-lookers had gathered around the destroyed lion sculpture. Gooseclap and the Twins followed, reaching for their weapons as they got to the front. They only kept their hands on them however.
Five security guards stood in random areas. A Security Desk occupied the left side of the hall, and the Metal Detector was broken, the guards had to use the hand-helds. It wasn't exactly a battle zone they worked in, and they would be lucky if they even got a toe nail clipper registered in their metal detectors. But after that once incident with the two people in black, things had changed. And when four people they didn't know walked through the front, they had to be checked for employee ID's. A guard walked up to the man wearing a green bissnuess suit.
"Lemmie see your ID.."
"Of course." Smith said, as he pulled his ID from its holster (AN: If this were a movie, then this part would be in slow motion. Just fyi.), pressed the barrel of it to the guard's stomach, and fired point blank. An ejection casing fell onto the ground with a ping, and the guard fell back with a thud. Smith's white undershirt was sprinkled with a fine shower of red. Two other guards made a move for their weapons, but two quick bursts of MP5 ended that. A fourth already had his gun aimed at them.
"Drop the weapons god damnit!! And get to the f**king wall, now!!" the guard shouted. He didn't expect two of the suspects to turn into ghosts and run by him. The guard was about to fire, when he realized, he couldn't breathe. He grasped his throat, and looked at his hand. It was stained red. Blood was gushing out of the wound, and onto most of the black marble tiles. It showed up remarkably well on the white marble tiles as well. Smith watched as the guard gurgled and dropped onto his knees, making his white outfit a bold red. The guard finally expired, and fell to the ground on his face.
"Holy s**t.." said one of the guards, who was holding his radio.
"I need back-up now! S.W.A.T req-" was what the guard managed to say before Smith put a hole in his forehead roughly the size of a grapefruit. The man shook violently, as the damage to his brain registered in his nervous system. The group stood over the fallen bodies.
"Humph.it isn't over yet.." Said Gooseclap, as he pointed to two elevator doors slid open.
Inside was a crack security team, wearing blue Kevlar full body armor. They carried M16A2's and quickly exited the freight elevator. They only saw two identical suspects standing in front of the scattered remains of the lobby Check-In Team. One of the S.W.A.T raised his weapon and went prone.
"Freeze mother f**kers!!!" the officer ordered. Smith and Gooseclap hid behind the Security desk. Although Smith wouldn't normally care whether or not he was shot, since he no longer had his link, if he died, that would be it. No entering a new body. Gooseclap looked to Smith. Smith looked back as he drew his M1911 and held up both his pistols. Gooseclap held the MP5 close to himself, and kept the barrel up.
"You have five seconds to comply before we open fire!" Said the S.W.A.T. His team members also aimed their weapons at the Twins.
"Five!"
Twin One put the blood stained razor blade at his side.
"Four!"
Twin Two did a similar thing, but on the opssitte side of himself.
"Three!"
Twin One took off his sunglasses and put them away, fully revealing his corpse-like pale white face.
"Two!"
Twin Two did the exact same.
"One!"
They both squinted their eyes.
"FIRE AT WILL!!!" The S.W.A.T team member said. As soon as he did, the Twins shifted to ghost form. No sooner had they done that, the S.W.A.T opened fire on them, sending a barrage of 5.56MM rounds at them in three- round bursts. The bullets phased through them, and ricochet off of walls and metal. The metal detector sparked as bullet after bullet hit its metal frame. Security Monitors behind the two exploded in showers of glass and electronic parts. The glass of the front doors became caked with bullet holes; the window's turning from clear blue, to a cracked white.
"C-cease fire!" said the S.W.A.T. This man must have been the fire-team leader. The Twins solidified again and still held their emotionless frowns.
"Open-"
Suddenly, a green-yellow flash sped by the Fire Team Leader. He was caught in the middle of a sentence, as blood started to gush from a wound in his neck. His blue Kevlar was, much like the Security Officer before him, stained a brilliant scarlet red, as he fell to one side.
Suddenly, both Smith and Gooseclap fired their weapons at the group. Suddenly distracted from the Twins, they fired back. Smith and Gooseclap then ducked back down. As a second flash sped by two more S.W.A.T. They fell with torn Kevlar at their wrists. Smith then leaped over the desk, holding the Desert Eagle in one hand, the M1911 in the other, lowered hand. He stepped up to an officer as he watched one of his comrades fall, and fired a round at his chest, Point-Blank. The officer fell, the .50 AE round piercing his armor, thanks to the especially short range.
Gooseclap ran over the desk and, as he did, slid the magazine out for the MP5. He got behind a pillar and slammed the magazine into place, putting a lever on the front, near the barrel, down. The S.W.A.T started to fall from Smith and the Twins, as Gooseclap twirled around behind two. He fired from left to right, nailing them both in the backs. They fell, screaming onto the ground.
The Twins were running around the room in ghost form. They were using a technique where they would get really close to an enemy, hold their blades out at their necks or other vital areas, and for a split second, go back to being solid, just as the blade severed the enemy's throat. It worked well only because they had computerized minds and could measure the exact speed and time needed to cut.
Smith ran out of ammo for the DE .50. He tossed it to the side and ran up to a S.W.A.T. As he did, the S.W.A.T turned around for a split second, just in time to see Smith run up his body, kick off him while grabbing his rifle's barrel, yank the rifle away, twirl it in mid air and land on his feet with the gun pointed at him. The S.W.A.T was shocked.
He wasn't for long though. In fact, he wouldn't be much anymore.
All said and done, the four of them stood while 20 men, the S.W.A.T team and the security guards, lay bleeding out on the floor, from ether gun shots or razor cuts. Smith held the M16A2 at his side. Gooseclap re-loaded his MP5. There was a stain of red on his stomach, but Smith didn't care, and nether did he apparently. Smith then walked to the elevator.
"This is where you get off Gooseclap. You're wounded, and I won't babysit you." Smith said harshly, as he and the Twins got in the elevator. Gooseclap sighed a bit.
However, he didn't notice the one S.W.A.T that had managed to hide as the others left. The S.W.A.T then started to feel oddly. He dropped the shotgun he was carrying. Gooseclap got out his own, and aimed for the fallen shotgun. Suddenly, Gooseclap's eyes widened, and he raised the shotgun he had to his shoulder.
A black suited man stepped out from behind the pillar. He looked at Gooseclap emotionlessly, as he raised a DE .50 at him. Gooseclap made a yell and fired shot after shot at the man. The man.or rather, the Agent easily dogged even the buck shot of the shotgun. He shot eight shells at the Agent, but to no avail. As soon as he was done however, the Agent rushed up and kicked the weapon out of Gooseclap's hands. It clattered to the tile loudly. Gooseclap tossed a punch, but the Agent caught his fist, tossing it to the side and sending a fist into his gut. Gooseclap stumbled back, and hit a pillar. The Agent then fired the entire clip into Goseclaps body. Gooseclap looked surprised, as he slumped down the surface of the pillar, a pool of blood forming around his body.
"Everything is going according to plan.." Said the Agent. He then reloaded his weapon, slapping in a new clip and pulling back the slide.
Smith and the Twins stood in the elevator. Smith pressed his back to a wall and checked the M16. Half a clip left, he would need to be a bit careful. Suddenly, something landed at the floor of the elevator through the access hatch. It was a tear gas canister. The twins took off their jackets to cover it up, when Smith noticed that a red laser dot danced along one of their backs. Thinking quickly, he raised the M16 up and fired a three round burst. The bullets pierced the thin metal roof of the elevator. There was a thud that came from the top of the elevator, and a hand and arm dangled through the open access hatch. Smith then lowered the assault rifle as the him and the Twins exchanged glances.
"Thank you, Smith."
Smith just nodded in agreement, as a second thump was heard.
This time they didn't bother with the formalities.
There was a barrage of auto fire that came from the ceiling of the elevator. Now and again, ejection casings would occasionally fall from the bullet holes. The Twins couldn't shift, or they would have fallen through the floor. The bullets were also piercing the floor. It was an automatic weapon that did it; tracer rounds could be seen entering and then exiting.
"I musta got them." Smith could hear. Smith and the Twins huddled close under the dead body.
"S**t, Rooney!" Said the man, as Smith could hear the foot steps of whoever it was get quite close to the limp body of 'Rooney' as he was apparently named. Smith then, holding the assault rifle in one hand, squeezed the trigger. The bullets pierced the body they were hiding under and struck the man, Smith could hear the limp body land with a loud thud on the roof. Smith then sighed and dropped the M16, it was empty. Smith's phone suddenly started to ring.
"Who is this?'
"Vlad, I got some trouble!"
"What?!"
"Damn it, freakin. Look, I don't know how, but I got a damn Agent on my ass!" There were bursts of gunfire heard in the background.
"I managed to get Vigen, but he's wounded. Gooseclap didn't show up at the pick-up area. Im guessing he didn't make it?"
"I would assume so." Smith said coldly.
"Your gonna have to find another way out. I saw a chopper heading for your location while I was getting away. Good chance it could be in your area. Try to find it; the Twins know how to pilot 'em." There was more gunfire and a yelp of pain.
"Gonna have to call you back, Smith!" then the line went dead. Smith put the phone away. The elevator then got to the roof.
"What about the prisoner exile?" Said one of the Twins.
"Whole thing sounded bogus anyway. If there are Agent's here, he may as well be dead." Smith said.
"One of you is welcome to go look for him, but the other one needs to stay alive." Smith said, maintaining his ever frigid feelings for them. The Twins looked at each other as Smith pulled out the M1911 and looked up. Smith then pressed the emergency stop button. He really didn't know why, but he suddenly felt different about what he said.
"Im bringing this to the 45th floor. They would hold the hostage there." Smith had the floor plans of most of the mainframe's most important buildings. That was beginning to fade since he was an exile. A contingency plan was that when a program's ties to the mainframe are severed, that the program 'delete' the most important data should he or she be captured. Smith had been deleting programming since he first woke up. He looked to the Twins, who didn't look in any way surprised. The doors then suddenly opened to an office-like complex. He signaled with his hands to the Twins to get to the roof. Smith stepped off, and the Twins pressed the button for the roof. Smith looked around a bit, and saw the captive slumped over in a chair. The office was in the style of the region of Japan. A 'Daisho', Japanese for Long-Short and consisted of a 'Katana' and a 'Wakizashi' sword, display was behind the slumped over body. Smith then turned around and looked into the face of one of his most trusted confidants and one-time partner.
"Smith..while it is good to see you again, I am afraid it is under bad circumstances.."
"I could say the same.Brown.." Said Smith. Brown held a fully loaded DE.50 while Smith clutched the M1911.
"You understand that a gun fight would be pointless." Said Smith, tossing the M1911 to the side.
"Yes, I do." said Brown, who did the same as Smith with the DE.50.
"You're Martial Arts programming up to date?" Brown said with a smirk, as he got into a combat stance.
"You always were one to crack jokes, Brown." Smith said, also getting into a stance. Brown was the first to make a move. He jumped into the air and flipped in mid air, holding his foot out to make a flying stomp. Smith dived to the right whilst ducking as brown landed with enough force to pull some of the red carpeting up off the floor. Smith then made a flying tackle for Brown, as he recovered from the force he put on himself. Smith connected with the attack, and held onto the waist of Brown as they both hit the wall. Brown grabbed Smith by the back of the suit and tossed him to the left, sending him into a dresser. Several drawers flew out of their places from the force of the blow. Smith saw a display case above his head, as Brown ran over to him.
Brown sent a kick into the wooden dresser, missing Smith as he slid to the right jammed his foot into the dresser. Smith stood up and saw several more display cases for various pieces of Japanese history. Smith sent the cases down onto Brown, glass sprinkling onto his suit. Brown had a few cuts on his face and hands from blocking the attacks. Brown then, in the exact right way, kicked out and sent a drawer into Smith's stomach, sending him back a bit. Smith clutched his stomach as Brown kicked him in the jaw, sending Smith back flipping into the air. As Smith was about to land, Brown slammed a fist into his stomach, making him fly back into the desk.
Smith could see spots, and coughed up some blood. Smith then stood up and grabbed a piece of wood, catching Brown by surprise as Smith swung the piece into the side of Brown's head with a resounding crack and flying splinters. Brown landed onto the floor and slowly tried to stand up. Smith then kicked him in the ribs, again and again. Brown then fell to one side, and held his chest. Smith smirked.
"Getting a little rusty, are we?" Smith said as he grabbed another large piece of wood.
"Like hell." Brown said, as he kicked Smith right in the.drawers.
Smith doubled over, clutching the area of immense pain. He never used the damn thing but he sure knew it when it was damaged. Brown then kicked him in the head, sending him into a wall. Brown then smirked as he grabbed the dazed Smith by the collar. He then tossed Smith into the window in the office. Smith, thinking quickly, fell off the window porously. Smith made a loud thud as he hit the floor. Smith then shot up to see Brown heading at him. Smith ducked as Brown hit the glass like a hyperactive cat, making it crack even further than it did when Smith hit it.
Smith then saw the dead hostage. Deciding to end it here, he grabbed the body, still attached to the chair, and tossed it at Brown.
It hit him square in the chest and sent him out the window, down 45 floors.
Smith gazed down at the falling Brown. He fell like a suited brick, and probably impacted into some poor shumck's Porsche about the same. Smith heard the satisfying crunch and sighed, wincing a bit at the new bruises he received.
"Ah..Son of a.." He said, sitting down on the floor. He took off the shirt part of his suit, allowing his sweat drenched undershirt to cool his body. He then saw the Daisho pair and grabbed them. He had no time to get his M1911.
Smith got to the elevator, the Daisho strapped under his belt. Smith pressed the button for the 80th floor, the roof. He put his back to the wall, getting ready. Smith then heard the pleasant ding, and the ratta- tatta of automatic fire. Smith rushed out to see the Twins attempting to hold off an entire army of S.W.A.T. Smith decided to act accordingly.
The Twins were holding their own against the S.W.A.T, using a mounted 30 caliber Browning machine gun. The 'thumpa-thumpa' sound could be heard over the sound of screaming. The S.W.A.T looked behind themselves, and to the three of them that were bleeding out into the rough rain. A storm was brewing, and Smith was in the eye of it. The M16 armed S.W.A.T then turned for Smith, who held the Daisho at both his sides.
Smith got into a pose; he had used these swords before. As soon as the S.W.A.T pressed the triggers of their weapons, Smith jumped into the air. As he did, they sent their bullets into thin air. Smith landed in the middle of them, immediately slashing out to his sides. A man screamed, and blood spurted through the air onto Smith. The Twins then started firing at the group, picking off what Smith couldn't get. Smith sliced vertically down one man, slicing through his Kevlar body suit and sending a spurt of blood at Smith's direction. Smith then quickly sliced through the weapon, and arm, of a screaming S.W.A.T. Smith ducked down as .30 caliber rounds cut through the circle around him.
Smith stabbed two last S.W.A.T. He then turned around.
"Nice shooting." Said Smith.
"Nice sword-play." Said the Twins.
Smith then hopped onto the chopper, parking on the floor of the chopper. As they took off, they didn't notice the Agent come off the elevator. The Agent got there just as they took off. He cursed under his breath and slid a hand through his blonde hair. Brown was right behind him.
"Bastard threw me through a window." Said Brown, cracking his semi-stiff neck a bit.
"Just relax..we will send the S.W.A.T gun-ship after them. Consider them dead." The agent said.
"Good.I can see why they put some of Smith's line code in you." said Brown, as he got back on the elevator. As he did, there was a loud snap, a pang, and the elevator fell several floors.
"Yes..watch that first step by the way." Said the Agent with a mischievous smirk.
*End of chapter 3*
**Chapter 4 will be an exciting air chase. Will Smith and the twins survive the S.W.A.T gunship? What kind of helicopter is the gunship? Is it even a helicopter? O.o. Can't wait for your kind reviews. If there is anything lacking, I believe there is as well, but it is ok, as long as you like it.**
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*This is apparently going to grow into the best fan-fic I ever made ._. Thanks a lot for all the reviews. They mean a lot ta' me! ^_^. Now, if I can only get my little bro past the stage of "Slimy conniving Rat", then I could be really dedicated more to this masterpiece of mine. Well, I promised action, so that is what you are going to get, action.*
The car ride was a bumpy one. In more ways than just the texture of the road that they were on. Smith sat in the front seat, his arms folded over his chest, and a look of concentration in his eyes. He didn't have the 'right kind' of sunglasses yet, but the Mero promised he would get Smith some custom ordered. He was in deep thought, and looked out at the street they were driving on.
Smith knew something interesting now; that the Mero had planned this thing for months. That was slow, meticulous, and extremely dangerous. The mainframe could send out Agents or anything else it saw fit to rid it's self of any thing it deemed dangerous. Smith knew this. He expected it to be a trap; the Mainframe was decidedly devious about those kinds of things, even bordering on sadistic. Smith glanced to the right for a split second. He looked at the back of the head of Vlad. Not only was he an expert at firearms, but he was a decent driver. Behind him were four of the Mero's best personnel.
There was Gooseclap, a skilled heavy weapons expert, and one strong guy. He had a lot of conventional wisdom, and he could do the job. He looked like a Native American with an Olympian build.
Vigen, Swedish for 'Griffon' (Or Eagle, or something like that. Smith wasn't exactly familiar with the Swedish language.). He handled the explosives that would be ness Cary for getting past the front doors. He had black spiked hair, and wore goggles on his head for protection
And of course, the Twins. They would no doubt come in handy for some of the riskier tasks.
Their armament: 5 M1911 Pistols, Smith had one in a shoulder holster, and 'his' DE.50 AE in another. Vigen carried one, and a Russian RPG launcher. And Gooseclap carried two in shoulder holsters. Gooseclap also had a SPAS 12 combat shotgun in his trench coat, and an MP5A5. They also had some extra weaponry as a contgenceny in case of pursuit in the limo they were using. Vlad would drop them off and then drive around for a little bit. They had agreed that if they did not have the objective in the limo within 3 hours, then Vlad would go.
The most interesting thing about this trip was where they came from. The Château, as Smith discovered when they were getting ready, was 'nowhere' in the Matrix. It was in a loose cranny of code that the Mero had found by chance. They also had access to a kind of "access hub", doors leading to any possible place imaginable. It was, again, a chance find. Smith was starting to notice the humanity in the Mero, the humanity that would be his undoing.
"How much longer do we have to wait in this damned car?" Said Vigen.
"We mustn't be too impatient. If we are caught now, we would send the plans into ruin." Said Gooseclap. He flicked a fly to the side, and onto a seat in the limo. The Twins exchanged glances now and again, and Vigen just twitched nervously. Only Smith and Gooseclap didn't wear some kind of eye wear. Gooseclap wore a Mets baseball cap. He also had on a loose black trench coat and a white undershirt. Smith wore his 'Agent Wear', and Vigen was dressed in all black except for the gold-color that lined the inside of the trench coat.
Smith thought about Vigen's attire and thought of cracking a joke, but that wouldn't be in his character. He just kept staring and staring. He looked to the thing that he once called perfect. A creation of Genius. That creation was now actively hunting him. Searching for him, and when it found him, there would be nothing Smith could do.
Except fight to his death.
The limo then pulled up to the inconspicus looking building. The limo was a bad choice in Smith's mind, as anyone would notice one from 10 feet away. He could only help but feel the Pistols under his suit itch against his ribs. Rain drizzled down from gray-white skies, and Vigen stood up, and quickly ran across the street to a small alley. He took out a small mirror and shone it at the Limo. Twin One was the first to see it.
"We see the signal." he said plainly. Twin Two nodded in agreement. Smith then looked to Vlad and got out of the car. He opened the doors for the Twins, who couldn't very well shift in plain daylight. Gooseclap also exited from the car. Gooseclap pointed his cap to the right. Right was 'were good to go' while left was 'abort the plan.' Vigen nodded and took out the middle component to the RPG out. He then got out the bazooka back- wash style back end. He got out a small screwdriver and screwed the back on.
Vigen then got on one knee and took out a small warhead like device from his trench-coat. He attached it to the front end of the RPG launcher. He looked through the scope of the weapon to get the targeting right. He flicked the safety off, and aimed just to the right of the target building. The point wasn't to cause damage to the building, but to affect the security inside. They would have something to distract the mainframe whilst the entry team, the Twins, Gooseclap, and Smith, went inside and did their job. The minute the projectile was fired, the three hour limit would start.
Vigen got the sights lined up to a stone lion that was on the building next to the Target Building.
"You sons of b***hes better do this fast.." He said, as he squeezed the trigger.
There was a loud 'PWOOOOOSHSHH' sound as a blast of fire came out the back of the weapon. The projectile streaked towards the lion with lethal force.
It connected, sending shards of fine marble and plaster flying about. Vigen then took out a Mobile Phone and talked into it.
"The king is in orbit, I repeat, the king is in orbit." Said Vigen.
Smith, the Twins and Gooseclap dusted themselves off, as Smith slowly reached for the Phone. They were no less than 18 feet away when the rocket hit.
"Yes..we could see that."
Smith then, after he finished a coughing fit, headed for the building, seeing that a crowd of on-lookers had gathered around the destroyed lion sculpture. Gooseclap and the Twins followed, reaching for their weapons as they got to the front. They only kept their hands on them however.
Five security guards stood in random areas. A Security Desk occupied the left side of the hall, and the Metal Detector was broken, the guards had to use the hand-helds. It wasn't exactly a battle zone they worked in, and they would be lucky if they even got a toe nail clipper registered in their metal detectors. But after that once incident with the two people in black, things had changed. And when four people they didn't know walked through the front, they had to be checked for employee ID's. A guard walked up to the man wearing a green bissnuess suit.
"Lemmie see your ID.."
"Of course." Smith said, as he pulled his ID from its holster (AN: If this were a movie, then this part would be in slow motion. Just fyi.), pressed the barrel of it to the guard's stomach, and fired point blank. An ejection casing fell onto the ground with a ping, and the guard fell back with a thud. Smith's white undershirt was sprinkled with a fine shower of red. Two other guards made a move for their weapons, but two quick bursts of MP5 ended that. A fourth already had his gun aimed at them.
"Drop the weapons god damnit!! And get to the f**king wall, now!!" the guard shouted. He didn't expect two of the suspects to turn into ghosts and run by him. The guard was about to fire, when he realized, he couldn't breathe. He grasped his throat, and looked at his hand. It was stained red. Blood was gushing out of the wound, and onto most of the black marble tiles. It showed up remarkably well on the white marble tiles as well. Smith watched as the guard gurgled and dropped onto his knees, making his white outfit a bold red. The guard finally expired, and fell to the ground on his face.
"Holy s**t.." said one of the guards, who was holding his radio.
"I need back-up now! S.W.A.T req-" was what the guard managed to say before Smith put a hole in his forehead roughly the size of a grapefruit. The man shook violently, as the damage to his brain registered in his nervous system. The group stood over the fallen bodies.
"Humph.it isn't over yet.." Said Gooseclap, as he pointed to two elevator doors slid open.
Inside was a crack security team, wearing blue Kevlar full body armor. They carried M16A2's and quickly exited the freight elevator. They only saw two identical suspects standing in front of the scattered remains of the lobby Check-In Team. One of the S.W.A.T raised his weapon and went prone.
"Freeze mother f**kers!!!" the officer ordered. Smith and Gooseclap hid behind the Security desk. Although Smith wouldn't normally care whether or not he was shot, since he no longer had his link, if he died, that would be it. No entering a new body. Gooseclap looked to Smith. Smith looked back as he drew his M1911 and held up both his pistols. Gooseclap held the MP5 close to himself, and kept the barrel up.
"You have five seconds to comply before we open fire!" Said the S.W.A.T. His team members also aimed their weapons at the Twins.
"Five!"
Twin One put the blood stained razor blade at his side.
"Four!"
Twin Two did a similar thing, but on the opssitte side of himself.
"Three!"
Twin One took off his sunglasses and put them away, fully revealing his corpse-like pale white face.
"Two!"
Twin Two did the exact same.
"One!"
They both squinted their eyes.
"FIRE AT WILL!!!" The S.W.A.T team member said. As soon as he did, the Twins shifted to ghost form. No sooner had they done that, the S.W.A.T opened fire on them, sending a barrage of 5.56MM rounds at them in three- round bursts. The bullets phased through them, and ricochet off of walls and metal. The metal detector sparked as bullet after bullet hit its metal frame. Security Monitors behind the two exploded in showers of glass and electronic parts. The glass of the front doors became caked with bullet holes; the window's turning from clear blue, to a cracked white.
"C-cease fire!" said the S.W.A.T. This man must have been the fire-team leader. The Twins solidified again and still held their emotionless frowns.
"Open-"
Suddenly, a green-yellow flash sped by the Fire Team Leader. He was caught in the middle of a sentence, as blood started to gush from a wound in his neck. His blue Kevlar was, much like the Security Officer before him, stained a brilliant scarlet red, as he fell to one side.
Suddenly, both Smith and Gooseclap fired their weapons at the group. Suddenly distracted from the Twins, they fired back. Smith and Gooseclap then ducked back down. As a second flash sped by two more S.W.A.T. They fell with torn Kevlar at their wrists. Smith then leaped over the desk, holding the Desert Eagle in one hand, the M1911 in the other, lowered hand. He stepped up to an officer as he watched one of his comrades fall, and fired a round at his chest, Point-Blank. The officer fell, the .50 AE round piercing his armor, thanks to the especially short range.
Gooseclap ran over the desk and, as he did, slid the magazine out for the MP5. He got behind a pillar and slammed the magazine into place, putting a lever on the front, near the barrel, down. The S.W.A.T started to fall from Smith and the Twins, as Gooseclap twirled around behind two. He fired from left to right, nailing them both in the backs. They fell, screaming onto the ground.
The Twins were running around the room in ghost form. They were using a technique where they would get really close to an enemy, hold their blades out at their necks or other vital areas, and for a split second, go back to being solid, just as the blade severed the enemy's throat. It worked well only because they had computerized minds and could measure the exact speed and time needed to cut.
Smith ran out of ammo for the DE .50. He tossed it to the side and ran up to a S.W.A.T. As he did, the S.W.A.T turned around for a split second, just in time to see Smith run up his body, kick off him while grabbing his rifle's barrel, yank the rifle away, twirl it in mid air and land on his feet with the gun pointed at him. The S.W.A.T was shocked.
He wasn't for long though. In fact, he wouldn't be much anymore.
All said and done, the four of them stood while 20 men, the S.W.A.T team and the security guards, lay bleeding out on the floor, from ether gun shots or razor cuts. Smith held the M16A2 at his side. Gooseclap re-loaded his MP5. There was a stain of red on his stomach, but Smith didn't care, and nether did he apparently. Smith then walked to the elevator.
"This is where you get off Gooseclap. You're wounded, and I won't babysit you." Smith said harshly, as he and the Twins got in the elevator. Gooseclap sighed a bit.
However, he didn't notice the one S.W.A.T that had managed to hide as the others left. The S.W.A.T then started to feel oddly. He dropped the shotgun he was carrying. Gooseclap got out his own, and aimed for the fallen shotgun. Suddenly, Gooseclap's eyes widened, and he raised the shotgun he had to his shoulder.
A black suited man stepped out from behind the pillar. He looked at Gooseclap emotionlessly, as he raised a DE .50 at him. Gooseclap made a yell and fired shot after shot at the man. The man.or rather, the Agent easily dogged even the buck shot of the shotgun. He shot eight shells at the Agent, but to no avail. As soon as he was done however, the Agent rushed up and kicked the weapon out of Gooseclap's hands. It clattered to the tile loudly. Gooseclap tossed a punch, but the Agent caught his fist, tossing it to the side and sending a fist into his gut. Gooseclap stumbled back, and hit a pillar. The Agent then fired the entire clip into Goseclaps body. Gooseclap looked surprised, as he slumped down the surface of the pillar, a pool of blood forming around his body.
"Everything is going according to plan.." Said the Agent. He then reloaded his weapon, slapping in a new clip and pulling back the slide.
Smith and the Twins stood in the elevator. Smith pressed his back to a wall and checked the M16. Half a clip left, he would need to be a bit careful. Suddenly, something landed at the floor of the elevator through the access hatch. It was a tear gas canister. The twins took off their jackets to cover it up, when Smith noticed that a red laser dot danced along one of their backs. Thinking quickly, he raised the M16 up and fired a three round burst. The bullets pierced the thin metal roof of the elevator. There was a thud that came from the top of the elevator, and a hand and arm dangled through the open access hatch. Smith then lowered the assault rifle as the him and the Twins exchanged glances.
"Thank you, Smith."
Smith just nodded in agreement, as a second thump was heard.
This time they didn't bother with the formalities.
There was a barrage of auto fire that came from the ceiling of the elevator. Now and again, ejection casings would occasionally fall from the bullet holes. The Twins couldn't shift, or they would have fallen through the floor. The bullets were also piercing the floor. It was an automatic weapon that did it; tracer rounds could be seen entering and then exiting.
"I musta got them." Smith could hear. Smith and the Twins huddled close under the dead body.
"S**t, Rooney!" Said the man, as Smith could hear the foot steps of whoever it was get quite close to the limp body of 'Rooney' as he was apparently named. Smith then, holding the assault rifle in one hand, squeezed the trigger. The bullets pierced the body they were hiding under and struck the man, Smith could hear the limp body land with a loud thud on the roof. Smith then sighed and dropped the M16, it was empty. Smith's phone suddenly started to ring.
"Who is this?'
"Vlad, I got some trouble!"
"What?!"
"Damn it, freakin. Look, I don't know how, but I got a damn Agent on my ass!" There were bursts of gunfire heard in the background.
"I managed to get Vigen, but he's wounded. Gooseclap didn't show up at the pick-up area. Im guessing he didn't make it?"
"I would assume so." Smith said coldly.
"Your gonna have to find another way out. I saw a chopper heading for your location while I was getting away. Good chance it could be in your area. Try to find it; the Twins know how to pilot 'em." There was more gunfire and a yelp of pain.
"Gonna have to call you back, Smith!" then the line went dead. Smith put the phone away. The elevator then got to the roof.
"What about the prisoner exile?" Said one of the Twins.
"Whole thing sounded bogus anyway. If there are Agent's here, he may as well be dead." Smith said.
"One of you is welcome to go look for him, but the other one needs to stay alive." Smith said, maintaining his ever frigid feelings for them. The Twins looked at each other as Smith pulled out the M1911 and looked up. Smith then pressed the emergency stop button. He really didn't know why, but he suddenly felt different about what he said.
"Im bringing this to the 45th floor. They would hold the hostage there." Smith had the floor plans of most of the mainframe's most important buildings. That was beginning to fade since he was an exile. A contingency plan was that when a program's ties to the mainframe are severed, that the program 'delete' the most important data should he or she be captured. Smith had been deleting programming since he first woke up. He looked to the Twins, who didn't look in any way surprised. The doors then suddenly opened to an office-like complex. He signaled with his hands to the Twins to get to the roof. Smith stepped off, and the Twins pressed the button for the roof. Smith looked around a bit, and saw the captive slumped over in a chair. The office was in the style of the region of Japan. A 'Daisho', Japanese for Long-Short and consisted of a 'Katana' and a 'Wakizashi' sword, display was behind the slumped over body. Smith then turned around and looked into the face of one of his most trusted confidants and one-time partner.
"Smith..while it is good to see you again, I am afraid it is under bad circumstances.."
"I could say the same.Brown.." Said Smith. Brown held a fully loaded DE.50 while Smith clutched the M1911.
"You understand that a gun fight would be pointless." Said Smith, tossing the M1911 to the side.
"Yes, I do." said Brown, who did the same as Smith with the DE.50.
"You're Martial Arts programming up to date?" Brown said with a smirk, as he got into a combat stance.
"You always were one to crack jokes, Brown." Smith said, also getting into a stance. Brown was the first to make a move. He jumped into the air and flipped in mid air, holding his foot out to make a flying stomp. Smith dived to the right whilst ducking as brown landed with enough force to pull some of the red carpeting up off the floor. Smith then made a flying tackle for Brown, as he recovered from the force he put on himself. Smith connected with the attack, and held onto the waist of Brown as they both hit the wall. Brown grabbed Smith by the back of the suit and tossed him to the left, sending him into a dresser. Several drawers flew out of their places from the force of the blow. Smith saw a display case above his head, as Brown ran over to him.
Brown sent a kick into the wooden dresser, missing Smith as he slid to the right jammed his foot into the dresser. Smith stood up and saw several more display cases for various pieces of Japanese history. Smith sent the cases down onto Brown, glass sprinkling onto his suit. Brown had a few cuts on his face and hands from blocking the attacks. Brown then, in the exact right way, kicked out and sent a drawer into Smith's stomach, sending him back a bit. Smith clutched his stomach as Brown kicked him in the jaw, sending Smith back flipping into the air. As Smith was about to land, Brown slammed a fist into his stomach, making him fly back into the desk.
Smith could see spots, and coughed up some blood. Smith then stood up and grabbed a piece of wood, catching Brown by surprise as Smith swung the piece into the side of Brown's head with a resounding crack and flying splinters. Brown landed onto the floor and slowly tried to stand up. Smith then kicked him in the ribs, again and again. Brown then fell to one side, and held his chest. Smith smirked.
"Getting a little rusty, are we?" Smith said as he grabbed another large piece of wood.
"Like hell." Brown said, as he kicked Smith right in the.drawers.
Smith doubled over, clutching the area of immense pain. He never used the damn thing but he sure knew it when it was damaged. Brown then kicked him in the head, sending him into a wall. Brown then smirked as he grabbed the dazed Smith by the collar. He then tossed Smith into the window in the office. Smith, thinking quickly, fell off the window porously. Smith made a loud thud as he hit the floor. Smith then shot up to see Brown heading at him. Smith ducked as Brown hit the glass like a hyperactive cat, making it crack even further than it did when Smith hit it.
Smith then saw the dead hostage. Deciding to end it here, he grabbed the body, still attached to the chair, and tossed it at Brown.
It hit him square in the chest and sent him out the window, down 45 floors.
Smith gazed down at the falling Brown. He fell like a suited brick, and probably impacted into some poor shumck's Porsche about the same. Smith heard the satisfying crunch and sighed, wincing a bit at the new bruises he received.
"Ah..Son of a.." He said, sitting down on the floor. He took off the shirt part of his suit, allowing his sweat drenched undershirt to cool his body. He then saw the Daisho pair and grabbed them. He had no time to get his M1911.
Smith got to the elevator, the Daisho strapped under his belt. Smith pressed the button for the 80th floor, the roof. He put his back to the wall, getting ready. Smith then heard the pleasant ding, and the ratta- tatta of automatic fire. Smith rushed out to see the Twins attempting to hold off an entire army of S.W.A.T. Smith decided to act accordingly.
The Twins were holding their own against the S.W.A.T, using a mounted 30 caliber Browning machine gun. The 'thumpa-thumpa' sound could be heard over the sound of screaming. The S.W.A.T looked behind themselves, and to the three of them that were bleeding out into the rough rain. A storm was brewing, and Smith was in the eye of it. The M16 armed S.W.A.T then turned for Smith, who held the Daisho at both his sides.
Smith got into a pose; he had used these swords before. As soon as the S.W.A.T pressed the triggers of their weapons, Smith jumped into the air. As he did, they sent their bullets into thin air. Smith landed in the middle of them, immediately slashing out to his sides. A man screamed, and blood spurted through the air onto Smith. The Twins then started firing at the group, picking off what Smith couldn't get. Smith sliced vertically down one man, slicing through his Kevlar body suit and sending a spurt of blood at Smith's direction. Smith then quickly sliced through the weapon, and arm, of a screaming S.W.A.T. Smith ducked down as .30 caliber rounds cut through the circle around him.
Smith stabbed two last S.W.A.T. He then turned around.
"Nice shooting." Said Smith.
"Nice sword-play." Said the Twins.
Smith then hopped onto the chopper, parking on the floor of the chopper. As they took off, they didn't notice the Agent come off the elevator. The Agent got there just as they took off. He cursed under his breath and slid a hand through his blonde hair. Brown was right behind him.
"Bastard threw me through a window." Said Brown, cracking his semi-stiff neck a bit.
"Just relax..we will send the S.W.A.T gun-ship after them. Consider them dead." The agent said.
"Good.I can see why they put some of Smith's line code in you." said Brown, as he got back on the elevator. As he did, there was a loud snap, a pang, and the elevator fell several floors.
"Yes..watch that first step by the way." Said the Agent with a mischievous smirk.
*End of chapter 3*
**Chapter 4 will be an exciting air chase. Will Smith and the twins survive the S.W.A.T gunship? What kind of helicopter is the gunship? Is it even a helicopter? O.o. Can't wait for your kind reviews. If there is anything lacking, I believe there is as well, but it is ok, as long as you like it.**