Author's Note: Well well well- chapter five. I won't be updating for quite a while as I need to play around with the story a bit (otherwise it will get a little confusing like this chapter.). By the way- I live in Australia and Absinthe is legal in the land of Oz- nya nya nya!
Once again, thank you Cecilia who has been 'beta-reading' my work. Now I must make something very clear before you go reading it; Agent Brown is OOC in this chapter all for the purpose of breaking Wynter (you'll find out later). Brown does not have any feelings for her. Anywayz, I just had to clear that up. Please R&R.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Matrix (goodness me- this iss gettin' tedious, but it needs to be said!).

Chapter 5
Home Base
My body writhes in excruciating spasms as I pass through the shadowed valleys of my subconscious. I hear the mechanical screams reverberate and transform into strange, dull hues of blue, red and green. Suddenly, the noises cease and all becomes black. Through the dense, empty darkness, I can make out a mirrored globe. In its reflection, I see myself. Not in human form, but my true form. All my flesh and skin have been stripped off my silicon and gold carcass. Like a wolf dressed in sheep's clothing, I am a machine wrapped in human casing.

The noise commences again, this time it is a voice. I look behind me to see to whose it is. I now realise that I am in the source as I watch in wonder as the masses of characters fall from nowhere. I recognise this code- to my horror, it is an agent.

'Get up bitch!' A rough voice barks as the captive is awoken, hurled across the room and lands against a concrete wall. Wynter's eyes slit open as a pained wail escapes her lips. 'Come on Puss in Boots, where is the disk!' Her eyes are fully open and her pupils contract in the sickening light.
'Huh?' She stammers.
'What's the matter Puss? Cat got your tongue- or have you got a fur-ball? WHERE IS THE DISK!'
'What disk?!'
'Don't play innocent- the disk you took from the hacker you recently killed.'
'Who are you?!'
'I'll become your worst nightmare if you don't tell me where the disk is-'

Although she is badly injured, Wynter will not give in- especially into her sworn enemy.
'No!' She defies through clenched teeth. The man pulls her up, twists her arm till it almost dislocates and thrusts her up against the wall.

'Oh yes you will- while I'm fucking you.' He whispers and moves his hand inside her thigh, squeezing the flesh tightly.
'That's enough brown.' Another voice calls. Agent Brown releases the woman and the other agent catches her in time to prevent her from falling in a heap.
'I think she's ready to talk.' He continues as he leads the exhausted Wynter away.

Wynter is placed on a chair in the interrogation room. The cold, cheap metal stings her and the cooled air nips at the skin, raising the hair follicles painfully. Before her is a cheap, veneered table and across it is another chair in which Smith will sit. She observes intently as the man goes about his business of setting out her record printed on clean, white sheets. He looks so unemotional, brutal and cold beneath those shades- yet he is undeniably attractive. He becomes even sexier when he removes his shades and bares his vibrant blue eyes.

For a moment, Wynter's current state of agony dissolves away as her green catlike eyes peer into his. He was her guardian- her saviour. Her hero who had saved her from that sadistic monster- Agent Brown. And it was at that moment Wynter lost her mind and soul to Agent Smith. The sound of his voice breaks her gaze- but not her obsession.

'Wynter Louisia Grey, or as you like to be called- Puss in Boots. Created on 5th of January 1987. Originally created for designing firearms in a weapons factory. Let me see... turned rogue on 26th of November 1995 and takes up a job as a personal assassin and bounty hunter. Previous clients include loan sharks, drug-lords and several questionable members of elite society. You've committed so many crimes that include murder, major theft, and illegal possession of government property. In fact, I think the only crime of which you aren't accounted for is prostitution which I'm sure you've engaged in you little slut.'

Wynter's face fell after those last few words. She may have done wrong against the law- but she was no whore! What was Smith trying to do to her? First he saves her from being raped and then degrade her by calling her a 'slut'. Crestfallen, she parted from his eye-contact and contorted her face to fight back the tears.

Knowing that he had finally broken this strong-willed program, Smith lunged in to finally retrieve the information that he wanted.
'So Miss Grey, where is the disk? There's no use in denying, I know- we all know you took it.'
'Mero.' She chokes. A smile appears on the his face. He has not finished yet- the agent will play a little more.
'I'm sorry- I didn't hear that?'
'Merovingian.'
'Say it louder- I need to hear the name more clearly. We don't want to be getting the wrong man.'
'The Merovingian has it all right?!' She screeches desperately, slamming her palms on the table.
'Good girl. That wasn't so hard was it?' The man thanks mockingly, patting her head before exiting the room- leaving a weeping, broken program.