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.

I've decided that I'm going to put little awards in the AN. No real reason, because I feel like it.

"and his hair was dreading." - I meant to say his hair was dreaded, as if it had dreads. But I made a typo. ^^

Smith is the MI's crony. We'll just leave it at that cause I'll be given away more plot secrets.

Mythical, I don't believe that was in quotes of any sort, just a thought. And thoughts to self can be I-ish.

AWARDS!!

*Twins doing a drumroll in background as I stand with a table of golden Twin plushie trophies*

Most constant reviewer: Kit19

Most amusing review: Therikker and ThistleDemon's "People deserve Two" review

Most annoying thing to read: Audrey A's spamming "moremoremore"
Favorite fellow author/Sponsoree: Scanner-Cat-Scat

Rising Star: ThistleDemon

Poet: TOAOHA

Artist: Rykan

Godly Reviewers: TOAOHA AND Rykan!

Lost and Neva comin' back: The Lady Arianrod

Longest: TOAOHA

Most Interesting Name: Mythical Assassin

Most fun to argue w/: Alocin

Returned from the dead: Luminence

Friendliest: Rykan

Worst shithead: Kralia

And last but not least…*DRUMROLL*………

Best Fan: Rykan!

Best Review: Any of TOAOHA's!

Oh, and before I forget, this chapter is dedicated to the poet in our ranks, aka TOAOHA. I wuv her so much her character makes a debut in this chapter!

DUAL BIOGRAPHY - The life of the Virii Twins after the explosion, from Twin Two's POV

By Kobra aka Karina of Darkness

Chapter XIX: Agency, Insanity, Curiosity

I HATE Adrian.

I've never hated anything this much, except perhaps Morpheus after that explosion. I don't hate him that much anymore, though.

Well, the brat just keeps bombarding me with questions. Questions that I don't have answers too. Questions that only little humans would ask. Questions like why don't we stop fighting and why can't machines have alternate sources of energy. Stupid questions, really. But I can't shut up him, and he won't be quiet on his own.

It's ironic, really, that I was once this boy. That I really hate myself, this human who I was. I hate irony. And I hate Adrian. I wonder what force engineered that fate. The MI? I doubt that one.

But all of this doesn't compute to how I'm now driving, following Adrian's directions. It doesn't make sense that One is sitting shotgun, looking slightly ill. None of this makes sense. I am not supposed to be saving Neo; I owe no such debt to the rebels. But that nagging human in my head will not be quiet if I don't. He is firmly entrenched upon his stories: upon how the good guys must win and such. But I asked him who the good guy was, and he didn't respond. A small victory, but a victory nevertheless.

We're in front of the building…where this all started. One goes to open door, but it's locked.

"Phase through it," I commented to him.

One phased and floated through. A second after he disappeared, my eye caught a mist flying out of the door. One solidified on the floor, and quickly got up and brushed off the dust, "We cannot get in. They have put some sort of lock on the door."

//"Ya' can't get through with that weird phasey thing you do?// Adrian asked.

//"It is inaccessible."//

//"Aw damn."//

"We will have to seek a hacker to break the code." I brainstormed.

"That seems to be the only option." One agreed, "But where can we find one? They are in hiding. If they do not want us to find them, we will not find them."

I shrugged in response, "Let us return to our apartment and find out."

So we did. What else was there to do, after all? Adrian had finally quieted down, so I had some peace to myself.

//"Two, why do we sense a third presence in your head?"//

I sighed deeply to myself. I didn't want to explain it now. I felt that extra knowledge behind my head, and telling One about Adrian could send me back into his time. I don't want that, not again.

//"There is a long explanation behind it which we do not feel like explaining, you make look through our memory if you wish it so."//

I felt the strange tingling of our personas intermixing. But instead of the comforting feeling, my head felt it was going to split in two. The pain was searing, and I dropped to my knees. What is happening to me? My own twin can't join with me? Is this also Adrian's fault?!

As soon as he felt it, he withdrew.

//"That third persona is taking the space that we would normally enter."//

I nodded in response. He sighed deeply, "What are we going to do?" he asked, sitting down.

"We don't know."

This is the third or fourth time I've not known anything. The world has flown from our feet and left an uncertain padding that I don't like. But it looks like there's nothing I can do about it. Grin and bear it, the humans said.

"We'll have to find a hacker," One said after a few moments of silence, "Perhaps he can rid you of that extra mind as well."

"Let us hope," I responded, looking down at him. He stood up and we brusquely left apartment.

As the elevator door opened, I was face to face with a suit. An agent suit, for that matter. Phasing immediately, I went behind him and sent a crescent kick knocking into his head. He turned slowly.

Not a he, but a she.

An audible gasp escapes One from behind the Agent. Apparently, this female Agent's brown hair was cut short, reaching her ears. She had ice blue eyes (standard for an Agent, naturally), her shades knocked off him my kick. There was a hint of amusement in those eyes, a suspicious twinkle that scared Adrian. Beyond that, she's an Agent, and I don't know how to respond, because she isn't attacking me.

She doesn't have an earpiece.

Like Smith.

"Who are you?" I demanded, as One phased to my side, "What do you want?"

"Relax," She responded with a smirk, "I'm not going to hurt you."

"We'll believe that when we see it," One responded with a growl.

"Where are you going?" She asked with a grin.

"Who wants to know?"

"Me."

"Well we don't think you need to know. Now please get out of our way." I told her patiently, turning and continuing back out the complex.

//"Two!"//

I turned again, and the female Agent had a gun to One's temple, digging in between his dreadlocks. I laughed, "We can phase."

"Try me," She responded with the same laugh, "You phase I'll put three bullets in your brother's cerebral cortex."

"You can't do that."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes."

As she squeezed the trigger, One phased. The bullets went through him, and immediately he was at my side.

"Who are you?" I demanded again.

"My name is Agent Thompson."

"Don't be foolish," One snarled, "There already is an Agent Thompson; he is  male."

"My name is Agent Thompson too. Call me Thompson if it worries you that much."

"What do you want?" I continued.

"To help you."

"Why?"

She shrugged, "No reason."

"You're insane." I responded.

"Yes, I know that. Follow me if you want to get into the building."

"How do you know all of this?!" One asked her, his lip curling, "We have not run into you before."

"Because I do. You can't get into the Agency. If you want to then follow me."

//"Do we have a choice?"//  I asked One, looking at him with a skeptical eyebrow raised.

//"We don't think so….."//

//"I get a good feeling from her,"// Adrian injected, .//"I think we can trust her."//

//"You are a human, hence your intuition is misguided."// I shot back.

Thompson left the complex, and we followed.