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DUAL BIOGRAPHY

Chapter II:  Who Could Resist A Prize Like That?

He shuffles off, very slowly, his eyes never leaving the three rebels. Sometime it pays to show out---people are avoiding us on purpose now, and we immediately enter the building, and get into the elevator. One presses a button and the machine starts to move up until we reach a floor. I begin to step out but I soon realize that this isn't our floor and hastily I step back in. My twin's hatred for the dark-skinned man is suddenly covered by his sneer, laughing at me.

Another person walks in next to me, a woman of about 25 or so. She's a brunette much like Persephone---dark hair, dark eyes, Italian, but the seductress look that our ex-lady carried was absent, in it's place was an impatient and hurried emotion. 

"Hey, I've never seen you two before. Where are you guys staying?"

"At top of the building." One answers, "We just moved in a couple of days ago."

"Funny," She says, putting on makeup, "Landlord didn't say anything about people move in. Normally does."

I shrug, the bags banging against my back, "We just came. Where are you going?"

"I have a meeting in one of the rooms on the 20th floor.  The business office near the empty room…hey that's where you guys moved in isn't it?"

I mentally swear at her for being perceptive, and nod.

She puts the lipstick away and glances at us in amusement. Impulsively she reaches out and feels my twin's dreadlocks hanging over his shoulder. I hear the thought of slitting her throat cross his mind, and mentally I calm him down. Already his hand is in his pocket, wrapping around the knife he covetously possesses, but his merely  grasps it tightly and curls his other hand behind his back. She lets go of his hair, and feels the fabric of his coat—the thought of leaving her in a pool of blood surfaces, and again I relax him.

"That's an expensive outfit you have. Why don't you stay in a penthouse? If you've got enough money to buy such an attire, I would think you'd have enough to live somewhere luxurious. And besides, your hair is beautiful in an eerie sort of way. That must be bleached though, and that's horrible for your hair."

Fear flits across my mind as I strangle for a believable tale, "We just got kicked out of a penthouse," I slowly say, "And our hair is not bleached, it's completely natural. We were create," I hastily switch words, reminding myself I'm talking to a human, "Born like this."

She looks at me weirdly as I cut off my words separating me, a program, from her, a human, and then continues. Her eyebrows raise, "Albinism, I suppose. So then, what do you do for a living to get you kicked out?"

One glances at me to continue. Again, I hastily think of something not TOO false, I told her that we were bodyguards (true) of a snobby Frenchmen (true) but he sent us on a mission (true) and we failed it (true).  We didn't return to his service (true) because we were afraid of his wrath (half-true).

"You left out the fact that we're also assassins." One comments telepathically and mentally smirks.

"we also left out we can phase, and that we're programs, and the Matrix exists, and we were hunting the friends of the salvation of the human race." I continue, "Somehow we don't think she'd appreciate that."

"That's interesting," She replies, half interested and half preoccupied, "I'm a sales rep. I make things look good. And with some of the crap I get, that's pretty damn difficult."

The elevator rings as the three of us exit, "Say, I didn't catch your names."

 "Neil," One points himself, "Adrian." He continues, referring to me.

"I'm Shari."

Without another word, One hastily shuffles both of us into our room. He collapses onto the couch as I drop the groceries on the kitchen table and begin to sort them out.

"Humans are so friendly." One says with a sigh, "we can't believe she touched us. Thank you for your help in not slitting her throat and leaving her in a pool of her own blood." 

"Anytime." I agree as I put a bottle of Merlot in the refrigerator, "You'd think they'd keep to themselves. You used the names."

"We might as well adopt human names," He says with disgust, "Like you said, they'd not appreciate our true names. That was a nice lie."

"It was a half-truth," I comment, "We did kind of get kicked out of a mansion."

He rolls his eyes behind his shades, and we both jump as someone knocks. I drop the package of eggs I was holding, and they all crack. One laughs, despite the tension. Slowly he glances out of the peephole, and he snarls, "It's that woman. The  one who was with Morpheus."

I growl and put the groceries down, under the table. I nod to him, and he opens the door. There is the sound of metal against metal and martial arts, but he drags her into the kitchen several seconds later, his blade to her throat, "What do you want?" I ask her, standing across from them.

"We saw you in the street before." She whispers, "Get off me and I'll explain."

"We can't do that." One hisses, "We can't trust you."

"You have my word."

"You have MY word." Says a deep voice.

"YOU!" I jump at him, anger overwhelming logic, and suddenly I feel myself pinned against the wall. Several seconds of struggle later, I am calmer and realize that it is no one but The One holding me against the wall.

Morpheus gracefully enters, gazing at my brother who is struggling between killing the woman to hurt Morpheus or jump at the black man himself, and then watches myself who is still struggling to get out of this iron grip to kill.


"Let him go, Neo." He says to The One, "And you, Twin, release Trinity."

"Why?" He hisses, bringing the blade closer to Trinity's neck, drawing a thin line of blood.

"Because if you don't, then Neo will kill your brother." He says flatly.

The One obediently pulls a gun and holds it to my head. With a sneer, I phase away from him and fly behind Morpheus. Before my brain can register anything, I am on the ground, seeing stars, staring up a cold metal barrel of the same weapon.

"Don't test me." Says The One, "Tell the other one to release Trinity."

Slowly, he lets go of the girl. She vaults next to Morpheus, as The One walks to the other side of the man. One helps me up, and we stare from across the room at the trio.

"You've already destroyed what life we had. Why don't you just take the rest of it right now?" Asks One angrily.

"We came here to ask for help."

"Help?" I bark, almost laughing, "You want help from US?"

Morpheus nods, showing his hands, "I am unarmed. Trinity is as well, and Neo will discard his weapon right now."

The One unquestionably throws his gun at our feet, "You don't need weapons to beat us." I say to him.

He nods, "I know. I'm Neo."

"Trinity." Says the girl.

"And you already know my name is Morpheus." Morpheus says, "We need your help. Look at me when I talk to you."

One sneers, "We shall look where we please."

"Look at him." Says Neo, and One disregards him as well. Neo makes a move but is stopped by a wave of the dark man.

"Why do you listen to him?" I ask Neo, "You don't need protection as we did, and you are much more powerful then he is."

"I trust him." Says Neo simply, "I believe his words more then I believe my own sometimes."

"Trust is the weakest link in your society. Nine out of ten humans will sell loyalty for power." One spits.

Morpheus nods, "Unfortunately, you are correct. One of our fellows has been captured. We ask for your help."

"We're not helping you because you destroyed our lives. In fact, nothing would please us more then to see you lying in a pool of blood. Preferably your friend's." One points to Trinity. She cannot help but shiver slightly.

I laugh, "Give us one good reason why we should help."

"Because if you save my friend then I will surrender myself to you." Morpheus states unemotionally.

"Morpheus, you can't possibly----"

"Quiet, Neo."

One tries to remain impassive, as do I. I succeed, he does not. We glance at each other, and exchange a telepathic conversation.

"We'll save his friend, alright." I think to him.

"No. We'll accidentally screw it up. Then we get both of them."

"One, I doubt he'll give himself up if we don't get his comrade out unharmed."

"You're correct, Two. Alright."

"Alright, we'll save your friend. Where is he being held?"

"She. Her name is Niobe." Trinity says to us, throwing a map onto the coffee table in front of us.

One and I sit down in front of the table and unravel the map. Neo and Trinity sit across from us, and Morpheus remains standing behind the couch the other two rebels are sitting on.

"Niobe is being held in a government issued building, and the last time we broke into one of those we had a couple of miracles," She glances at Neo and smiles, . "she is surrounded by numerous SWAT teams, and three agents. There may be four, if Smith shows up or not." Trinity explains.

"Why do you need our help?" Asks One, "You can handle agents."

"Let me continue," Trinity says vehemently.

Neo looks at Trinity and then to us, "There is something up with the building---it's a lot like the Chateau. For some reason, it will not let anyone unplugged in. However, it did let in a rogue agent. I suspect it only allows programs in."

"Then how did Niobe get in?"

"They placed some sort of shield on it. We tried digging through the ground---and it didn't work."

"You need us to get into the building because we're programs." I say to them, accusingly.

"Precisely." Trinity agrees.

"And when we return with your friend we get Morpheus."

Morpheus nodded, "Yes."

"Good…." One said slowly and he glanced at me. I flashed him a triumphant smile, and he gives me an identical grin.

"When do you want us to do this job of yours?"

"As soon as possible." Morpheus said.

"But don't hurry." Trinity continued.

"For that matter, we think we'll do it now, yes, One?" I ask, trying to keep the nasty smirk off my face.

"Surely, my brother. Stay here, rebels."

The two of us shatter the glass window and jump out of it, phasing in midair.

TBC……

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