Disclaimers: I own none of the characters that you recognize from the Matrix or the Matrix: Reloaded. They belong to the Wachowskis.

Also, in this fic they don't use 'I' 'me' 'my' 'mine' etc. Even when referring to only one of them. I think it adds a certain dramatic effect.

Bubble: Yes, I did. They don't have any of the Reloaded characters.

Audrey A: Of course they do! That's why I have 33 reviews!

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DUAL BIOGRAPHY

Chapter VIII: Enter the Warrior God

:It's dangerous being in such a crowd. An Agent could come and stab us in the back before we knew he was there. But, oh hell.

The club is packed. We're both sitting at the bar, watching people dance, watching strobe lights flash and music blare through. We both recognize that it's not real, but it's our world anyway. It's as real as we'll get. My ears pick up snippets of conversation.

"……Tommy……Neo………hacking……….terrorist."

I poke One in the shoulder, and he turns from the bar, "What?"

"Is that the man we saw in the street before?" I point to the person who said that.

"Yes."

"We heard him mention The One's name." I moved off the stool and nearer the man. I think his name was Choi, "Hey, Choi!"

He turns, "Hey! Nosferatu-man! Were you Neil or Adrian?":

"Adrian. What are you talking about?"

"A friend of mind named Tommy Anderson is a cyber terrorist! He was all over the papers! Goes under the alias 'Neo'. Kinda weird, don't ya think?"

I nod, "Really? What did it say?"

"He was doing some major hacking shit with the other cyber terrorist, Morpheus! He's like, that famous!"

"That's cool, Choi." One says smoothly, "Do you know where he is?"

"I wish! The feds have a huge ransom out for him and Morpheus! The suits, you know?"

"All too well…."  One comments to me and looks at him, "Who doesn't?"

I am about to open my mouth when I feel the Matrix change. I look at One, he nods back gravely. Agents are coming. This was a mistake.

"Hey guys, you alright? You looking all….weird."

"We have to go." We both began to move nearer the back exit. Switching vision, we see the green of the Matrix. Near the door, it changes. Agents enter.

They move through the crowd effortlessly, it parting for them. They are looking for us. They stop at…..at Choi?

"Mr. Michaels," Says one of them. Against my better judgment, I move nearer to listen. The crowd around Choi has suddenly moved away from him.

"Can I help you, Sir?" asks Choi politely. I can hear the unease in his voice.

"You have been consorting with a man named Mr. Thomas Anderson." Accuses the first one again.

"Not since he disappeared, sir. We were roommates in his apartment, so I stopped by all the time."

I confirm to One via telepathy that it's not Smith. They are regular Agents. One is still the rear exit door, in case we need to escape.

"We need to ask you certain questions about Mr. Anderson. If you would please come with us."

My logic is overridden as I step up next to Choi. One of my hands pokes him in the back in meaning to shut up as I bow to the Agent respectfully. He knows I'm a program, just I as I know he is. He glances at me questioningly through his glasses. I think his eyes are smirking at me, but I'm not sure of it. I bend down slightly (for I am taller) and mutter in his ear, "This one has already been questioned. He is useless. Our master wants him as much as the Mainframe does. He knows nothing of value to either."

The Agent considers my words and nods. He nods far enough to see over his glasses, and he IS smirking. He knows we were in service to the Merovingian, I suppose.

"Do you know this dude, Adrian?"

I prod One again mentally. He steps up behind me, telepathically muttering swears at me for dragging us into this, "We were once officers of the Central Intelligence Agency, actually. We retired some time ago. This man and his colleagues worked with us."

"Jesus, I've got ex-feds. Alright then, introduce then, my man Adrian."

"Choi, this is Agent Thompson," I wave to the first, "On his left is Jackson, and right is Johnson."

"Hey man, nice to meet ya," Choi holds out his hand to shake. Thompson makes no more to even touch it; I can imagine the hate that is glistening in his eyes behind his rectangular sunglasses. Choi pulls his hand back and mutters something. The Agents glare at both One and I, and turn and leave.

One glances at me questioningly, "We are Exiles, Merovingian or not. He should have gone to delete us. Why did he not?"

"We don't know, One. But something has most certainly changed. He was smirking at us, we're not sure why."

"Why did you involve us, Two? You could have gotten us both killed!"  He begins to shout, "It was like you were hoping that Choi got out it unharmed or something!"

"We're not sure why we did it. We'll tell you when we DO find out, alright?"

One nods his head at me. Choi looks at us as his woman moves nearer. She was called DuJour, right?

"Thanks, man. I owe ya big time. I don't know what you said, but it apparently worked."

"Why are you here, Choi?" One asks, sitting back down at the bar and ordering wine.

"I'm actually gonna meet this gal. She's got an answer to a question I've been wondering lately."

"A gal," I said to Choi, "thought you already had a girlfriend."

One sips his wine, "It's not wise to get together with one girl while talking about the other."

"Nah, we're not doing anything, guys. She's just answering a question for me, then I'm off with DuJour." Choi says to us with a grin, "I'm not that stupid."

"What's your question, Choi?" I ask.

"If I told you, you'd think I'd gone insane. Although I probably have."

"Neil, get a wine for us," I say, slurring the last word to make it sound like I said 'get a wine for me' , "There's some crazy stuff out there. It takes a lot to change an opinion one of us holds."

One nods and another wine for him and one for me. Choi sighs, "Alright. Look, I think I've gone psycho, but the world's been feeling funky lately."

"Elaborate." My interest is piqued. He sounds like he knows the Matrix.

"Like, not realish. It's like, 'woah, it's all fake'. I went online on Tommy's computer and he had all this downloaded stuff about fake worlds and Morpheus. All his files say it's the Matrix. Loony bin, huh?"

I laughed for effect, "Guess we can't prove you're wrong. You know Descartes First Meditation?"

"No, man, what it is?"  He makes a motion to DuJour who brings a small bag of a white powder over to him, "You want some?"

"What is it?"

"Mescaline, man. The only way to fly. The best high in the world."

"The One's friend is a druggie?!" One asks with a crazy smirk.

"Apparently so."  I grabbed my wine from One and sipped it as I also moved to sit on one of the bar stools, "No thank you. You should check it out, though."

Even while I'm talking to him, my mind is focusing on two important matters – why the Agents didn't kill us, and how this man, druggie, Neo's friend, and coppertop, stumbled upon the Matrix. It must have been the same way that The One himself did….the world may not have felt right.

One's eyes are fixed on the door through his glasses. It's great wearing black shades—no one can see where you're looking. He arches and eyebrow and looks at me, "There is a resistant entering. I suspect it is the one Choi was talking about."

There are five greens of the Matrix, I suppose. There is the environment green, coppertop green, resistant green, exiled-program green, mainframe green, and the strange color of the shielded building we rescued Niobe from.

"See you later, Choi?" I ask him.

"Sure, Adrian." He nods and smiles to me as both One and I meld into the crowd. Well, as much as two dreadlocked, silver-clad albinos can. The resistant is none other then Trinity.

One cannot suppress an audible gasp, and Trinity looks over. I smirk and wave, and she gives me the finger angrily.

"Hey, gal, you don't need to do that. They're cool."

Trinity looks at him, "Aries. Those men will hurt you."

"How the hell do you know that name, girl? Who the fuck are you?" He's uncomfortable and intimidated by her, it's obvious. His easy demeanor just disappeared.

"You can call me Trinity."

"Trinity? You're…then…"

"That is correct, Aries."

"Damn, gal, thought you'd never show up. Now, what you saying about Neil and Adrian?"

"Neil and Adrian?" She echoes with confusion.

"Mah dreaded silvery friends. You flipped 'em off."

"Oh," She glances at us, we wave again, "Their names aren't Neil and Adrian."

"Alright then, girl," He says, getting angrily, "Then what're their names?"

"One and Two."

Choi laughed at her, "Nice names. Almost as nice as Trinity. It's only an alias, girl, what's your real name?"

"Trinity is my real name."

"Right."

"Regardless of this….you know why I'm here," She leans closer to him, as the sound blares loudly. We have to lean in closer and only catch the end of the lines, "…….drives us."

Choi's demeanor changed immediately again. He became serious, grave even, "What's the Matrix."

"I can't tell you that. But I bring you to someone who can."

"She means Morpheus, Two." One says to me, "Morpheus won't do anything as long as he's in our custody….."

"Who?"

"You know him, and still do. He was a roommate of yours."

"Tommy…..Tommy knows what's going on?" He asked with confusion.

"His name is Neo, Aries. And yes, he does. But I have to rescue him first. He is captured by the Federal Agencies."

I snicker. Worse then that. A psycho rouge agent.

"Hey, they once worked for the CIA," He motions to us, "They can help us."

"They will not help with what we seek to do. Rather, they are on the same side as the FBI."

"If we were," I say, moving gracefully next to her, my silver attire contrasting against her tight black leather, "we would have already arrested you, Trinity, and you would probably be dead, Choi."

Trinity looks at us, "What do you want, Twins? You have Morpheus, you've betrayed Neo, and now you're here. What do you want?"

"What are you talking 'bout, gal?"

"Be quiet for a second, Choi. Repeat none of this conversation," One commands him, moving at my side, "We know what Smith will do with Neo. We will help you if you will help us."

She raises an eyebrow. One supplies the answer, "tell us why the Agents didn't attack us before. You were late because they were here. He would not be here if we had not intervened. You owe us. Repay this debt and you will get what we have of yours."

Her nod is so small I barely see it. Her throat constricts in fear for herself, for Neo, and for Morpheus, "Fine." she whispers almost inaudibly that I'm more reading her lips then actually listening to her. She looks at Choi, "Follow me."

"We will bring you back to our apartment. Both of you." I say, leaving the club immediately. Choi rushes to get DuJour but One shakes his head, "You and Trinity. Not DuJour." 

"Hey, she's my woman, she comes with me."

"You don't want her to come, Choi," Says One in his most intimidating tone, "She'll only complicate this matter worse. And if you do bring her, we'll knock you both out and only take you back anyway. So you have no choice in the matter."

Choi let go of DuJour's shoulder and kissed it, briefly glancing at the white rabbit tattoo, "Alright. Let's go."

"Should we phase?"

"Should we?"

"Why not. Choi's life is about to get ripped up. Let's start it up with a bang."

AN~

This struck me at night. I was wondering if Choi would ever be freed, and there we go. The title of the chapter is lame, I know, but Aries is the Roman god of war just as it is Choi's alias.