"Dammit!"
Trinity rose from her chair angrily as Tank pulled the plug from the back of her head.
"I almost had him! He was right there in the bar! Why did you make me leave!"
"Sorry, Trin. Morpheus said we had to leave immediately. Orders from Zion. He asked us to get you out," Dozer consoled his friend.
Trinity rubbed her eyes as though tired of using them.
"I know, I know…It's just, three years and you'd think I'd have gotten him out by now. It seems like I've been watching this guy forever."
"Go and get some rest. You look like you could use it. I'll come and get you when we get closer to home," Tank offered.
She smiled. That was Tank. Always helpful, always sweet.
She turned and headed to her small quarters, grateful for the time she had. Sleep hadn't been easy to come by in the last few days. They were always watching him. Day and night. And they weren't the only ones. The agents had their eye on him too. It was getting more and more dangerous for her every time she jacked in to contact him.
Thomas A. Anderson.
The name haunted her dreams. She hadn't even seen his face but she knew everything about him. Where he lived, where he worked, his favorite restaurants, his favorite movies, who he spent his days with….
What she couldn't figure out was, how to get him to meet with her. He was suspicious of everyone. Very cautious. But she was getting closer. Tonight she had almost caught up with him…before Morpheus pulled her out that is.
Oh well, she thought. There was always tomorrow. Maybe some time in Zion was what she needed.
Knock, knock
Trinity sat upright in her small bed and stared at the door trying to remember where she was.
Then she remembered. Tank was coming to wake her up. She pulled on her pants and boots and threw a stained blue sweater on over her undershirt, then headed for the main deck.
Morpheus was there. They were just passing through the gate into Zion.
An all too familiar stench assaulted her nostrils as she turned to see Cypher leering at her from the corner. He gave her one of those knowing smiles as she looked away in disgust. He'd haunted her steps every day since they unplugged him. She quietly wished that Morpheus would have him assigned to another ship, but she'd never actually suggest it. "Everyone has their purpose," Morpheus always said. Everyone…
They made a smooth landing at the dock, gathered their belongings and exited the ship. Ghost was there, waiting for her as he always was.
Trinity smiled. She could always count on her brother. Ghost moved forward and gave Trinity a warm hug.
"Welcome home, Trin" he said with a smile.
She spent that first night speaking with her brother. Telling him all about the stress she was under. How difficult her assignment was. And the all about the closeness she felt to Thomas Anderson, or Neo, as she was now referring to him. The rest of the time she slept. Stocking up on rest as Ghost called it. Preparing for the long days ahead. Ghost left soon after they arrived. Two ships were never docked at the same time for long, so their visits were few and far between.
And then, just like that, their rest was over and they all headed back to the Nebuchadnezzer. She had no idea how drastically her life was about to change.
