The code was ever-changing, consisting of Greek, Japanese, and the occasional number. Everything was made out of the code, even the complicated stream of data that was the ring of a phone. The data reached a phone, and it began to ring. A man hovered over the phone, patiently waiting. On the third ring he reached for the phone, lifted it to his ear, and answered.
"I'm in," he spoke softly into the receiver. He hung up, and walked out of the basement, climbing the stairs. He paused as he reached for the knob, as if some perilous danger lay ahead. He opened it.
Bright sunlight momentarily blinded him. People quickly shuffled by him in a practiced manner, just few in an endless stream. It was rush hour. He stepped into the flow, blending in unseen. Slipping his hand into his jacket, he revealed black sunglasses. He put them on; just another person in the world, but he did not go unnoticed.
He was first noticed by the Mainframe Control. To It, he was an unusual code, a weed in a well manicured garden. It decided to remove this weed. Within milliseconds it sent a pair of its enforcer programs to intercept the awkward code. The Mainframe stored the incident into its endless memory for further examination.
The man noticed the crowd of people part down the middle, flowing around two unmoving men. They wore crisp, spotless suits, with matching sunglasses. They both wore ear pieces in their right ears. Their faces had an unnatural symmetry that only a machine could produce. The first Suit frowned at the approaching man. He spoke to his colleague.
"It is the unidentified coding."
"Should we proceed?" said the second Suit.
"Yes, the Mainframe insists that we delete it."
The man stopped in front of them, surprised that they were watching him. The suits simultaneously reached into their coats, swiftly unholstering their identical Desert Eagles. The man fled as they aimed, plowing through a pair of cursing stock brokers. The suits pulled the triggers, shattering the air. The man dodged through the crowd, half jumping and climbing over stunned people. Stray bullets flew past him, hitting walls and people alike. A little girl screamed as her parents fell, still holding their limp hands. The suits followed the man, flinging pedestrians aside like annoying flies.
The man spoke into a cell-phone as he ran, communicating with someone from another world. He threw the phone aside and ran into an alley, his pursuers not far behind. The suits stopped at the end of the alley, no sign of their prey. They moved their hands to their ear pieces, listening to instructions from an unseen master. Then the first suit leaped over the alley while his partner punched through the alley wall.
The First suit landed on the roof in a crouch, shattering the cement. He quickly stood up and ran toward the roof stairwell. He punched the door, knocking it of its hinges. He glanced down the dimly lit hall, seeing the last door close. In a blur he caught the door, only to glimpse the man disappear into a phone, his consciousness leaving the reality of the Matrix. The receiver hovered in the air as the mainframe rushed to reboot the code, allowing the laws of physics to return. The receiver fell.
The Suit picked up the swinging phone and replaced it. He stood staring at the phone not responding as his counterpart joined him. The second Suit holstered his weapon, and spoke,
"The anomaly has escaped?"
Agent Smith frowned at the absurdity of the question.
"What was its purpose here?" said Smith
"Its purpose has not been determined."
Smith nodded. "Begin a search"
Agent Brown acknowledged the request silently. He turned around, and walked out of the room. Smith turned to follow, but stopped when he noticed something askew. He sniffed the air, and gagged. He removed his sunglasses, and rubbed his forehead.
What is that smell? Smith crinkled his nose in disgust. He walked out of the room closing the door as he went.
