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TITLE: One Pink Tutu

CHAPTER: Chapter Two - "Just Bolt The Door"

AUTHOR: DarthPirate and Aragia

BETA: Maniacs Edge

RATING: R-13 (content is not appropriate for children due to language, violence, and sexuality)

DISCLAIMERS: Has not changed since last time. We do not own the characters, Warner Brothers and the Wachowski brothers do. We own this story and these events. This story was written purely for entertainment and not as a means to acquire money. Any resemblance whatsoever to real persons, places or events is unintentional.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So we keep going, it shall never end! (We are very sarcastic persons, just so you know).

One was an average city shopper with too much to carry: a middle-aged lady with two large shopping bags from a department store, a brown paper grocery bag filled with household necessities, a small clear bag containing some movies and a phone cord from the electronics store, and a heap of clothes wrapped up in a plastic cover and tied at the bottom so the ends wouldn't drag. Nothing uncommon about this. But the other person . . . he was an Agent. Though not one of the once that had been chasing Neo before, this one was Smith. With one hand he waved at Neo, and he stuck the other one into the woman's bosom. If he didn't know better, Neo would've thought the man was molesting her. But this was Smith, who cared nothing of humans; and alas, Neo had seen this all too many times before. The silver liquid-like glaze started to cover her, and it reminded him of long ago when the mirror spread up his arm and coated him in the same manner. But that was freedom, this was capture.
He closed his eyes for only a second, and when he opened them again two Smiths stood outside the phone booth, straightening their ties and flashing oily grins. One reached to open the door, but before he could do so Neo came back to his senses and kicked it open, it hit the other in the face. He took off at a run before they could react, and fumbled for his phone in his pocket. "Link? Trin? Anyone?" No answer, no dial tone. He clicked it shut and then opened it again. "I need a little help here!" he yelled into it. "Damn jumpy, are you Neo?" Link had never had to outrun agents, and while it was nerve-racking to see them on the monitor, the safety of the ship around you took away part of the effect of being chased down a street by them. "Turn right, down that street. Run! Now go straight down the alley. The door on the left. No your other left!!! Don't stop, Neo! Keep going up those stairs. Now go into door 7. Shut it, turn the bolt."
Now that was an odd command. Doors had never kept Agents out before. If they wanted in bad enough, they would either kick it open or transport in. So he did what any other inquisitive person would: he asked. Something as simple as asking why the hell he was locking the door helped to calm him down. Ah the ways the mind worked...he would think about that someday when he had more time. For now, someone was telling him something important, and it wasn't Link.