Vic's hand twitched in the Core of the Gnosis. Ice and Corrupt silently watched, as Jacob injected a silver serum. "Don't die on us now, Vic," he muttered as Vic's heartbeat steadied itself.

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Stone opened his eyes and sat up. The wound was dripping blood. He looked around and saw Raven and Karen's faces fill up with joy. "Where'd he go?" he asked, before falling back into darkness…

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Nightmare dashed down the alley, breathing heavily. "Dammit, the Agents are going to be pissed that I only killed one." He suddenly felt someone's breath on him.

He turned his head and found himself staring down the barrel of an MAC11. "It's not the Agents that you have to worry about pissing off. It's the friends of who you kill," Garth said angrily. "There's a certain line that you don't cross, machine. You just overstepped the boundary."

As his finger squeezed slowly, he smirked. "And the irony of it all is that Vic will walk away today. You won't. Have fun in whatever place you machines call Hell. You deserve less."

RAT-A-TAT-A-TAT-A-TAT-A-TAT-A-TAT-A-TAT-A-TAT-A-TAT!

"Overkill, but efficient nonetheless," he said softly, before slowly walking to the Hard Line in the library. The dark figure behind him slumped to the ground, artificial blood freely flowing.

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Johnson's eyes snapped open, as they had returned to their 'home' after failing to prevent the mass unplugging. "What's wrong?" said Wilson, not looking away from his solitaire game.

"It's Nightmare… he's dead, isn't he?" Wilson remarked. Johnson stared at him. "How did you…"

"It's a gift," Wilson replied, cutting him off. "Now shut up. We're going back in. In the words of Agent Smith, they're not out yet." Johnson paled as Wilson disappeared.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" he barked at Thompson and Jackson. "We can still kill the Rebels!" They vanished as well.

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Garth slowly followed Raven and Karen to the hard line. Raven was slowly chanting to allow Vic's sleeping body to float to the hard line. Garth stepped inside after the two girls and closed the doors.

He turned just as Wilson punched the doors down. Time went into slow motion as Garth propelled himself forward with a handstand and Wilson drew back his fist. Garth's neck cracked as Wilson's fist turned his head.

He followed up with a high kick, which Wilson simply avoided. The Agent punched Garth back. The teen slid across the floor, spat out blood, and reverse-kicked the coming Agent into the computers.

Sparks flew out of the servers, disabling the Agent for the moment. Garth slowly breathed in and dashed to the hard line. The three other Agents rushed in and opened fire. He ducked under the stream of bullets and answered the call as Johnson burst in.

"They got out," Johnson muttered as he turned to his colleagues. Wilson sat up, charred and bleeding. "Now we wait."

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"Sir, I'm telling you, it's the truth," Raven repeated to Commander Roland. He shook his head. "It's a trick," he replied stubbornly.

"Commander," said Morpheus, "I encourage you to listen. Perhaps Robin survived his fall?"

Roland laughed. "And even if he did survive falling about 30 stories, how do you think he got into the Matrix?"

"Felicitas."

All heads in the room turned to Ghost. "It's Felicitas. They're alive. All of them. It's the only way." Roland actually laughed.

"Ghost, it's the Machines. Same as the Titans. The only thing I don't understand is how they know Robin died."

"Why are we talking about some coppertop who died instead of talking about the new minds?" a Captain who Raven knew as Splice remarked.

Again, the heads turned to Ghost. "Robin was an extremely talented individual, both in martial arts and," he smirked, "acting. Robin was never paralyzed. He acted it out, most likely starting the second Roland told him his muscles were atrophied oddly."

"How do you know this?"

"His three friends told me," said Ghost, pointing at Raven and Greene. "Where's Victor?" Ice said suddenly. "He was supposed to be here…"

"He's in the infirmary. Trauma and stuff. Commander, let us continue with the meeting uninterrupted," said Ghost.

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"Anderson!" a technician yelled from the breeding room. Thomas blindly stepped over. "Are the Grenchler-classes ready to be tested?"

"Almost," the technician said excitedly. "Interesting. And the Beasts? Raptors?"

"Already in the field. There's just one problem…"

Anderson crossed his arms angrily. "Seta, right?" The technician gulped. "He acts all high and mighty because his ancestor was the first One… pfft. I'll talk to him." Thomas Anderson silently walked away, using mechanical light as his guide.

The technician watched for a moment, almost in awe… and turned, monitoring his bio-engineered creatures carefully.

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A/N: That's it until after the New Year. Every three chapters or so, I plan to give a small scene of Neo and the 'others.'

Please Read and Review, and if you have any guesses to what the plot of Neo and the 'others' is, put that in your review.

Ciao.