Trapped. Horizon hated that feeling. She looked into the eyes of her
enemies, their burning eyes, feeling their hatred. If only there was some
way to escape them...
"Horizon... this still works!" Evangel's voice was heard in her mind. "We can fight them, we can try."
"Do or do not. There is no try," she replied.
Immediately, Evangel kicked Agent Jackson and Agent Thompson's guns out of their hands. The other three agents fired their guns, and Horizon stopped the bullets in midair. Then a full-blown battle began. Kicks, punches, blocks, power. The Agents appeared to match their skills.
In her peripheral vision, Horizon saw two more Agents appear. She thought there were only six forms of Agents, but apparently there were much more. They drew out their Desert Eagles. Caught between a stalemates with Agent Jones, he sneered, "Ignorant mortal. You cannot win against us. I sense your fear. Oh, and did I happen to forget to introduce you to our newest prototypes, Agent Black and Agent White?"
"They are only prototypes, there can still be flaws," she growled.
"Very much like you." He looked over in a different direction. She turned her head to see what he was looking at.
The other five Agents had overpowered Evangel. He was standing on the edge of the building. They were closing in, he was weak.
She watched, as if in slow motion, as his left foot slipped off the edge of the building. His body shifted, and all she could do was stare in horror as he began his plunge. Something dealt a very hard blow to her head. It was Agent Jones's hand, and she fell to the ground. Blood began dripping from her mouth. She stayed on the ground as the Agents surrounded her. Agent Jones muttered, "Foolish little girl. You humans have flaws copious in number."
Horizon remained silent, but in her mind she was panicking.
Evangel...
Oh if only...
She thought as hard as she could. And when she opened her eyes she found herself falling in the air beside Evangel. She thought that she had been tossed off the building by the Agents, but that was not the reason. Teleportation. She was thankful it still worked.
But she knew what she must do, why she teleported. And if they hit the ground, that would have been a waste. She grabbed onto Evangel in the air, held onto him tightly. Directly she found the two of them lying on the sidewalk. She exhaled, relieved that they didn't wind up splattered on the street.
Evangel was in a daze. "Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. What about you? Are you hurt at all?" She squeezed him.
"I have a bullet wound in my left shoulder, and I'm experiencing a little vertigo. That's it. But why are we lying here?"
"I teleported us here. We have to call the ship and get an exit."
"Good idea." Horizon helped him sit up against a wall, and then brought out her cell phone and called the Nebuchadnezzar.
"Operator? You there?"
Tank answered." Horizon? Damn it's good to know you're alright! What about Evangel?"
"He's with me, no worries."
"Well, I got an exit for you by the intersection of Hours and Richmond. It's not far, only a block away." She could hear him give a rattling cough. He didn't sound too well at all.
"Tank?"
"Don't worry about me, girl, the two of you gotta get outta there! Godspeed!" He hung up, and she put the phone away. She made Evangel lean on her to keep him from collapsing.
They made it to the phone booth right when the phone began to ring. Horizon shoved Evangel in front of her. "W-what's this for?"
"You need to get out first, you're hurt."
"No, Horizon, you should go first. Trust me."
She grabbed his hand and set it on the receiver. "I'll be fine. I love you." She kissed him and he answered the phone. After he had exited, she hung the receiver back up. In a minute, the phone began to rang.
Back on the Nebuchadnezzar, Evangel had just come back from his visit into the Matrix. Morpheus, Trinity, and Neo were helping and attending to his wound. Tank was attempting to retrieve Horizon from the Matrix. He was feeling very sick.
The connection was almost made. The first ring was going to begin. And his body just couldn't take it anymore. He began to have seizures, and he collapsed on the ship's metal floor. Neo and Morpheus ran over to him, but in a moment it was all over. Tank was dead, and the connection broke as well.
In the Matrix, Horizon stood in the phone booth. The phone rang, and she picked it up. But when she answered, the line was quiet. There was no answer, nothing.
"Operator?" She whispered. "Tank?"
Still no answer.
Horizon sank to the bottom of the booth, crying. She knew something was wrong, but what could it be? She repeated his name over and over, tears flowing from her eyes. But there was no answer. Silence.
"Horizon... this still works!" Evangel's voice was heard in her mind. "We can fight them, we can try."
"Do or do not. There is no try," she replied.
Immediately, Evangel kicked Agent Jackson and Agent Thompson's guns out of their hands. The other three agents fired their guns, and Horizon stopped the bullets in midair. Then a full-blown battle began. Kicks, punches, blocks, power. The Agents appeared to match their skills.
In her peripheral vision, Horizon saw two more Agents appear. She thought there were only six forms of Agents, but apparently there were much more. They drew out their Desert Eagles. Caught between a stalemates with Agent Jones, he sneered, "Ignorant mortal. You cannot win against us. I sense your fear. Oh, and did I happen to forget to introduce you to our newest prototypes, Agent Black and Agent White?"
"They are only prototypes, there can still be flaws," she growled.
"Very much like you." He looked over in a different direction. She turned her head to see what he was looking at.
The other five Agents had overpowered Evangel. He was standing on the edge of the building. They were closing in, he was weak.
She watched, as if in slow motion, as his left foot slipped off the edge of the building. His body shifted, and all she could do was stare in horror as he began his plunge. Something dealt a very hard blow to her head. It was Agent Jones's hand, and she fell to the ground. Blood began dripping from her mouth. She stayed on the ground as the Agents surrounded her. Agent Jones muttered, "Foolish little girl. You humans have flaws copious in number."
Horizon remained silent, but in her mind she was panicking.
Evangel...
Oh if only...
She thought as hard as she could. And when she opened her eyes she found herself falling in the air beside Evangel. She thought that she had been tossed off the building by the Agents, but that was not the reason. Teleportation. She was thankful it still worked.
But she knew what she must do, why she teleported. And if they hit the ground, that would have been a waste. She grabbed onto Evangel in the air, held onto him tightly. Directly she found the two of them lying on the sidewalk. She exhaled, relieved that they didn't wind up splattered on the street.
Evangel was in a daze. "Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. What about you? Are you hurt at all?" She squeezed him.
"I have a bullet wound in my left shoulder, and I'm experiencing a little vertigo. That's it. But why are we lying here?"
"I teleported us here. We have to call the ship and get an exit."
"Good idea." Horizon helped him sit up against a wall, and then brought out her cell phone and called the Nebuchadnezzar.
"Operator? You there?"
Tank answered." Horizon? Damn it's good to know you're alright! What about Evangel?"
"He's with me, no worries."
"Well, I got an exit for you by the intersection of Hours and Richmond. It's not far, only a block away." She could hear him give a rattling cough. He didn't sound too well at all.
"Tank?"
"Don't worry about me, girl, the two of you gotta get outta there! Godspeed!" He hung up, and she put the phone away. She made Evangel lean on her to keep him from collapsing.
They made it to the phone booth right when the phone began to ring. Horizon shoved Evangel in front of her. "W-what's this for?"
"You need to get out first, you're hurt."
"No, Horizon, you should go first. Trust me."
She grabbed his hand and set it on the receiver. "I'll be fine. I love you." She kissed him and he answered the phone. After he had exited, she hung the receiver back up. In a minute, the phone began to rang.
Back on the Nebuchadnezzar, Evangel had just come back from his visit into the Matrix. Morpheus, Trinity, and Neo were helping and attending to his wound. Tank was attempting to retrieve Horizon from the Matrix. He was feeling very sick.
The connection was almost made. The first ring was going to begin. And his body just couldn't take it anymore. He began to have seizures, and he collapsed on the ship's metal floor. Neo and Morpheus ran over to him, but in a moment it was all over. Tank was dead, and the connection broke as well.
In the Matrix, Horizon stood in the phone booth. The phone rang, and she picked it up. But when she answered, the line was quiet. There was no answer, nothing.
"Operator?" She whispered. "Tank?"
Still no answer.
Horizon sank to the bottom of the booth, crying. She knew something was wrong, but what could it be? She repeated his name over and over, tears flowing from her eyes. But there was no answer. Silence.