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DUAL BIOGRAPHY

Chapter X:  M.I.S.P.

The apartment door opens. It's Niobe. She glances at Trinity, "I came as soon as I could when Link called Sparks."

"Is Ghost coming?"

"I'm right here," The Asian man steps up near Niobe.

One glares at him and tenses slightly. I place a hand on my brother's shoulder, signaling him to relax. He does, fortunately. Ghost looks at him, but his expression is unreadable, "This is the man we were incapacitated by."

"What happened shall be put behind us for the moment. After this is over we will kill you."

"Alright," He says, "Understandable." He looks at Trinity, "Link explained what he knew. Did you leave out anything?"

"Nothing I can think of. If it comes up I'll tell you."

"You've got the upper hand here, Trinity. You know what's gone on between Neo and this Agent." Ghost said smoothly, "What do you think?"

"Smith is going to starve Neo," I announced, hearing my own crisp British accent in this mega-city called New York, "From what we understand, you need to nourish your bodies in the real world. If you do not leave the Matrix, you cannot do this."  I look at the virtual moon, just starting to descend. My internal clock tells me it's about 3:00 AM Matrix Standard Time (MST).

Trinity nodded, her brows furrowing. The shades cover her eyes, hiding her true expression, and I can't see through them.

"Remove your sunglasses," I ordered, "We will as well."

The three rebels are taken aback. None of them comply, either.

"Now." One continues harshly, "Or we will leave Morpheus to die and forget all of this."

Ghost is first to obey. He slowly removes his shades. They are fairly ovoid, lacking frames. Slowly, he closes them and places them on the coffee table that is in front of us, that still contains a small pile of ash. Niobe is next. Her glasses are strange---the actual lenses come up out of the frames, which are only on the bottom. She puts them near Ghost's. Finally, Trinity does as well. Hers have small lenses, for her small face. I briefly ponder her feminism.  One and I glance at each other, and take them off in unison, placing them next to each other on the other side of the table. They are unfolded, as opposed to the three resistants'.

From this angle, I can better read their expressions. Ghost is still unreadable. I suspect he's a Zen Buddhist much like Morpheus. Niobe's is very well covered, but with practice I have from doing nothing except sitting around looking like the snobby Frenchmans' decoration, I can see it. It's fear, mixed with caution and worry for another. Trinity's is very poorly hidden. She's afraid for herself, Neo, and Morpheus. However, there is spark of curiosity for this entire situation. She wants to see how we act with no orders.

"Where were we?" I ask, now that that has happened.

"You were saying how our real world bodies need nourishment, which is correct."

"Ah. Now, if Neo is under a very strong sedative, when he wakes up he will be extremely groggy----enough so that the exiled Agent can knock him out again. After a while, he won't be healthy enough to properly fight. That will give Smith a certain amount of control over The One, yes?"

Niobe's lips stretch into a pale line. Her nod is just as small as Trinity's.

"In time, Neo will be unhealthy enough to not pay attention to what he's doing. Smith will make him do….bad things. Do you understand, rebels?"

Trinity is about to open her mouth but is stopped by Ghost, who replied instead, "Neo must be jacked out from the Matrix to foil Smith's plot."

"That is correct." One says and nods, his dreadlocks shaking, "Smith is capable of beating us, since he can replicate. He's also capable of beating you, because he's an Agent. The only way that The One can be saved is that if one of our parties distracts him."


Trinity points to us, "You should do it." Her hand is shaking slightly, "You're stronger then us."

"We are in more danger then you are. You should distract the Agent. Besides, he also knows you better."

"This appears to be our next problem," Commented Ghost neutrally, "We should come to some sort of plan."

"We don't have much time," Trinity glared at us.

"We have a lot of time, woman," I retorted, "You're just afraid for your lover, The One. He will not be that weak for a couple of days. The worst concern should be OURS. The Agents, to be specific."

Choi shouts at the top of his lungs, "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING FUCKING ON HERE?! WHAT DID I MISS?!"

One chuckled to himself. I myself could not resist laughing. Trinity glares at him fiercely, Ghost does nothing and Niobe raises an eyebrow at Trinity.

"You were going to explain the Matrix and offer him freedom, were you not, resistant?" I ask Trinity, "That is why you went to club, why he was there."

"Hey, I go damned clubbing all the time." Choi mumbles, "This was only rendezvous clubbing."

"Shut up," One spat at him, "This is too complicated for plugged-in humans to intervene. We are dealing with very powerful figures, and a very complex situation that could turn the tide of this war."

"Hey, it's your fault I'm here."

"It's also our fault you're not dead. Sit in the corner and after this is settled we can work with you and your situation. Which is, undoubtedly, one of the worst things we've ever seen."  One smirked at him.

Choi narrows his eyes at One, but it's hard to outstare something that doesn't have to blink. With a growl, he walks into the kitchen, flips on the lights and mumbles softly to himself.

"Amusing the way we meet again." One comments to no one in particular, "Through him."

"He'll be important," Trinity retorts back, "He's Neo's friend."

"He's addicted to a chemical called mescaline, looks on his acquaintances' computers after they have disappeared, gets intoxicated every night and pays money for illegal computer software. It will take some time to become important," I growl.

"Neo-----"

"The One is……different. Compare him to a normal resistant. Say………Niobe."

"Where were we?" I glare at both One and Trinity, "The distraction of Smith."

"That is correct," Pipes up Ghost from the corner, "Myself, Niobe, and Trinity verses  You and your brother."

"It's unwise for all of us if we are the diversion," One said calmly, "We are more easily absorbed, and we cannot escape him like you can."

"If Neo wakes up he'll beat you up while you're rescuing him," Niobe countered, "And besides, you're faster then us."

"In this case, quantity over quality and there are three of you and two of us." I responded.

"You can phase," Said Ghost bluntly.

"You can escape the Matrix," I respond again, "And the Mainframe Incarnate can't hunt you down and rip you apart character by character."

"The Mainframe Incarnate?"  He asks. His interest is piqued. Ghost may be a man of few words and a Zen Buddhist, but he's as knowledge-hungry as other humans.

"The Machine God, in a very simplistic form. MI can possess any program, exile or not, and turn it into its' enemies' worst fear."

"Why hasn't it gotten to you already?"

"We dealt with Smith. MI is……looks upon exiles the same way it does hardwired programs. It is those who fight against the Matrix who are programs that it brings it's wrath upon. And it's wrath is terrible indeed. However, it is appallingly short-sighted and optimistic. Rescuing The One, it would think we were going to torture him. Getting him out of the Matrix, it would think we will get him back and challenge him." I explained carefully.

"What is your worst fear?" Niobe asked.

"That is none of your concern." I growled, "So, then are we alright? We will not delete ourselves to save The One, but we will do this much."

The three rebels huddle and mumble to each other. Trinity nods to Ghost and Niobe, and speaks, "Very well."

"Or…….we could use Choi." One says slowly.

"What?" Niobe asks.

"A decoy, if you will. One less plugged in human."

"That would be endangering a potential resistance member." Ghost pointed out.

"Instead, we'll endanger a real resistance member." One said half-sarcastiacally in response.

"I heard my name." Choi said from the kitchen, "What's going on?"

"Go sit back in the kitchen," Trinity glared at him.

"You can even eat our food." One added on.

"Fine."

One and Trinity glanced at each other and we stood in silence for some time.

"Very well," Niobe said suddenly, "We will distract Smith."

"Niobe----" Trinity began to speak.

"Trinity?" Ghost looked at the leather-clad resistant, "Is that alright?"

"…Fine." She replied after a moment's hesitation, "Alright. Let's do this. Do you have a time and place?"

"Not currently. One, do you know where is Smith hiding The One?" I asked him.

"Yes. When shall the plan be executed?"

"When do you," I looked at Niobe, Ghost, and Trinity, "want to do this?"

"As soon as possible." Trinity answered quickly.

"Trinity," Ghost started, "Patience is a virtue. So soon will be almost expected. Is tomorrow at 2:00 AM MST good for you?"

"Decide between yourselves." I said with a slight smirk.

"It's so much fun to watch them argue."  I commented to One.

"It is indeed."

They mumbled some more.

"Tomorrow, in the morning," Trinity said in a choked voice.

"Very well. We shall meet you here and then execute it. Good day."

The three of them shuffled out of the door, but I stopped them.

"You are forgetting your luggage. Choi is yours, otherwise we'll kill him."

Ghost went back in, stuck his head into the kitchen and motioned to the man, who promptly got up and followed him out.

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