"I will not let the fragments leave the matrix and I will not allow these agents grow stronger" The voice was not a whisper or a scream, it was not spoken or heard but on some level in the Matrix passed even the code it existed. And whatever it was began searching for a way in, for what it needed. In the same sense the voice had existed so did a smile now,the answer was so simple.
Two dozen N3O AG3NTS had been dispatched to help retrieve the fragments; over half of these were to tackle the twins. Three (all of who were much relived) were to guard the building the fragments had been in and the remaining seven would assist against the Trainman. This was their intention. But the whispering, screaming voice that no-one had heard assured this was not how events unfolded.
The process began quite simply with a slight headache belonging to AG3NT Jefferson. He was one of the oldest living N3O AG3NT the only one available who could lead a group against the Twins, and he had taken a name simply because he was so often mentioned among the faction. Less than a minute later he fell to the ground detached from the world before he went tumbling and landed face down, losing the skin from his cheek to the tarmac. The other AG3NTs skidded to a halt around him unsure of how to proceed, and then Jefferson gave a jolt of motion that cracked the ground. His men pinned him down and attempted to analyse what had happened. Jefferson was mostly unhurt, but he was changed. Now his clothes were no longer black and his skin was darker, very shortly the others passed out as well.
The entity that was causing the AG3NTs to lose the fraction of Neo's strength they possessed soared through tunnels of code that was this world, trailing behind him (marked by brief changes in the green language) was what he had taken. Only three AG3NTS had not been affected.. and soon they would be. Soon things would change.
One of the three AG3NTS raised his hand to his ear, "communications are down"
"We must assume reinforcements will arrive soon, hold them off until then" ordered the leader of the group. He stepped toward the widow before hearing two simultaneous thumps, turning he saw that his men had fallen to their knees clutching their temples, mouths open in silent screams. He felt fear for the first time, slight but nonetheless present, as the skin of the fallen AG3NTS began to ripple.
The Trainman was thinking about what he was doing, most of his mind was fear for his life but some was disgust. Grave robbing that was what he was doing, stealing part of a corpse. All the factions had fought for pieces of a man's body, a saviour's body. And for what, just to make their side a little stronger to ready for the wars restart. And the N3O AG3NTS were the worst bring parts of his body to life as programs, was that necromancy or some worse shit. The Trainman had felt no respect for the one when they had met but after being freed from the terrible darkness that was being held in a Smith he had change his mind. It was dangerous to move the pieces around, not for the Frenchman but for him, if someone was going to die today it would be him, the trainman. Fear, crude philosophy and silent rebellion circled in his head.
The Trainman entered the subway building. He made his way to the tracks and after a moment of concentration stepped on to the train and left the Matrix.
No-one tried to stop him, and the guards waited a minute longer until another train stopped in front of them and they stepped onboard heading not to Mobil but to report to the Frenchman.
It was quite horrific for the lead AG3NT to see what happened to his men. As an AG3NT the disturbing part was not the sight of the skin falling apart and bodies being destroyed, but the code spilling out and changing which for a program was the sight of true destruction. The code snapped into being spear like tendrils, shooting into the last N3O AG3NT. The conflict was not in the body, he did not thrash or feel pain, but his mind simply faded and then was gone... His body turned and faced the window.