Author's Note: Helloooo everybody! Time for the next chapter- a bit gory but its all right. You might not hear from me for a while as I need to write the next chapter and I have work from my teachers- assessment period coming up! EEEK!!! Anywayz- enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Matrix- I rule it (as if!)!
Solid, steady heels padded the carpet in the shadows; Wynter stroked the cool muzzle of the gun. Across the busy restaurant, she spotted the Merovingian and his wife entraining a female guest. Behind them were the twins seated on their own little thrones.
'What's happening there Grey?' Smith's voice asked, scratching through the earpiece.
'Everything's fine. The twins are with Mero- it shouldn't be too hard to get to his computer now. Sir?'
'Yes.'
'How do we know that the information hasn't been spread across the internet?' Wynter asked,
'We don't.' her superior replied. 'That's why we will need to traffic all information on the internet. Any news, any rumour about the experiment will be deleted.'
'But sir…'
'No more questions Grey. Hand the disk to me and only me when you have recovered it.' And with that, Smith cut the line leaving a puzzled and slightly annoyed Wynter.
Slinking behind the dark corridor, she enters into a large, dull shaded room. Off to the side is a clear glass desk on top of which is an elegantly designed computer with its large, grey flat screen.
Wynter's ears stir when she hears the machine's core buzz and the creak of a black leather chair. Silently, she stalked behind the back, grabbed the arm and swung the seat around hastily. 'Arghh!' A voice yelped from on the chair. 'Oh Wynter- it's you! For goodness sake woman- you wanna frighten me to death or something!' It was Sabian, one of Merovingian's computer technicians.
He was only about six or seventeen with shoulder length jet-black hair in matted, dirty plats. The boy also had various rings and tattoos penetrating his face including a stud beneath his lips. Sabian was extremely good with computers and had designed most of the archives and security systems of the Merovingian. 'What are you doing here!?' He asked rising from his seated position. 'Hasn't Mero paid you yet?'
'He has.' Wynter replied indifferently. 'Now you tell me Sabian what you're doing here when you're supposed to be doing security check-ups.'
'Merovingian asked me to return a disk to him- I think it's the one you gave him. You should see the stuff that's on it. This Smith guy is one real twisted man!'
Wynter raised an eyebrow.
'So you know. Where's the disk?'
'Why do you want to know?' Sabian asked suspiciously.
'Just answer the question boy.'
'It's still in the computer!' He answers. His grey eyes widen in alarm, 'Oh god!' he whispers. 'Holy shit- you're an Agent!' Sabian tries to run, but Wynter traps him into a corner.
'Who else have you told about disk?' The agent asks, leaning into him.
'No- no one!' Sabian stutters.
'Come on boy- I know you're lying.'
'Why should I trust you!' He screams as he kicks her as hard as he can and begins running for his life. Within and instant, the agent pulls out her gun and shoots him in the calf then heel. The young boy crashes to the floor; lying on one side and clutching his ruptured leg.
'There's no escaping an agent.' Wynter growls looking over the whimpering prey. She readies the gun and holds it over his neck.
'No- please no!' He gasps. 'I told the twins- just the twins! Please don't shoot me!'
'You were always a smart man Sabian. Now get up- we can't you running off back to Merovingian.' Wynter grabs him by the scruff of his collar and drags him back to the computer, the gushing blood trailing behind them on the smooth, chilled floor.
Fighting all fatigue of the blood loss, Sabian works quickly to retrieve the disk and delete all files pertaining to the stored information. He feels the cool, dry breath on his bare skin and the fear clenches around his stomach. Finally, the disk is ejected and is placed in the case from where it came.
'Here you go.' He says timidly.
'Thank you Sabian- You're a real gent.' Wynter purrs, patting him on the head. The poor boy breathes a sigh of relief before finally soiling himself with vomit. He feels dirty, degraded and stupid but at least he is safe- at least he thinks he is...
Two small yet strong hands grip onto the boy's throat, her immaculate skin becomes fouled by Sabian's regurgitated stomach contents. He writhes and wheezes, trapped in his chair. Clasping the offending hands, he tries to free to himself- but to no avail. Suddenly, the neck is pulled out and snapped violently to the left. With a chalky crack, the spine is severed and the head is slammed into the table. Thick, clotted blood bubbles out of his mouth. Sabian's eyes are left in the horrified gape as his lifeline was disconnected.
'Over and out.' The Agent Grey whispers in the dead boy's ear.