The Matrix: Hard Core

my new mini series, enjoy!

CHAPTER 1
A young woman with short, auburn hair was crouched in between the steep pyramids of a suburban rooftop overlooking a school yard. In the schoolyard, little children played on the various playground equipment. A young man in khakis and a blue shirt was supervising them.
Oracle2.0 couldn't take her eyes off him. She liked the feeling she got when she looked at him. Her heart would beat faster, her eyes would widen, adn she got a funny feeling in her stomach. When she had first seen him, she had thought she was ill. But later, she had made her own conclusion: she was in love. O2 had never felt love before, at least not in a romantic way. She was too young when she had been freed to have expierianced it. But she had once heard UT talking abut Truth and Mac; she had said they were in love. O2 had noticed that Truth and Mac had a relationship apart from that with the rest of their crewmates and that's how she knew she was in love; she wanted that kind of relationship with the young kindergarten teacher.
His name was Mr. Nisco, as O2 had found when the kids called for him. Nisco...so that's what a last name was like. O2 couldn't even remember her own. "Wait..wasn't it 'R' something? R...Ro..Ro-something..."
She was interrupted in these thoughts by her hair suddenly being yanked back and a knife going across her throat. "See how easily you could be killed?" her attacker whispered in her ear. In response, she bit down on the man's wrist, causing him to loosen his grip on her hair, giving her the oppurtunity to tighten up on her elbow and snap it back into his forhead. The attacker dropped the knife, which O2 grabbed, then pinned him to the ground, pressing the knife against his throat.
"Ok, point made," said BackDoor. O2 grinned, then backed off and tossed the knife back to its owner. BackDoor made a small smile back, but there was a hint of disappoinment in his eyes. "What?" O2 asked. "You're watching him again." "Yeah, so?" O2 asked as she leapt from the rooftop to the yard below. BackDoor jumped down after her, but with more grace.
"So you're supposed to be working." O2 gave him a sour look. "Maybe I'm on my break." "Your 'break' ended twenty minutes ago." "I lost track of time." "You've got a watch on your left hand." O2 shrugged. "Okay, you caught me."
"Look, I'm not trying to give you a lecture or anything," said BackDoor, "But you really shouldn't be this close to unfreed minds. It's dangerous." "I think you're just jealous," said O2 with a grin. BD smiled back.
"Come on, I'll give you a ride to the exit." O2 nodded and followed him to the black asphalt driveway, where a black Honda motorcycle waited. But before she reached it, O2 stopped and got a fearful look in her eyes. "What?" Bd asked. "You..um, you're not gonna say anything, are you?" she asked. "Course not. we made a pact, and I'm gonna keep my side of it." O2 smiled. She got on the bike, behind BD. But as soon as her arms went around his waist...
FLASH! she and BackDoor were on the motorcycle, heading into an intersection FLASH! the strret signs: Fleet and Wood. FLASH! from out of nowhere, a semi truck hits the motorcycle with the two riders still on it. someone is screaming, maybe it's O2 FLASH! O2 was on the bike behind BD in the suburban driveway. "You okay?" he asked. O2 swallowed. "Um...yeah. Hey, um, what route are we taking to the exit?" "What's it matter?" "Look, will we be taking Fleet or Wood?" "Wood, at some point, why?" "Don't take it." "Why?" "It's not safe." "How?" "Just don't take it. Trust me." "Um...oh-kay..." BD reved the engine and sped off with a very confused O2.

A black man with a bald head, wearing orage sunglasses and an all black outfit, including a long jacket, was sitting at a quiet park bench. It was early afternoon, so not a lot of people were around, making it safe. Next to Hitman was a woman in a white trech with short, almost white, blonde hair.
A street peformer near by was doing magic tricks for those who would stop and watch. The crowd 'ooo'ed and 'aah'ed at him after he caused a round eating untensil to disappear completely. "There's a good 'n sppon' joke here, but it's too corny for me to say it," said Hitman to UT. She smiled. She checked her watch. "Let's go," she said as she got up. hitman followed.
He got on a Nokia and dialed 5. "Mac, we're on our way. How're you and Truth?" "Aye, me n' the lass be waitin for ya," said the voice on the other line. "Nah, that's alright. You two go on ahead." "Right then. Well, I'll save ya some slop," mac answered. Hitman laughed. "K. Be seeing you." Then he hung up.

In the loading room of the Siren, a guy about 19 with short black hair helped Mac, a young Asian man, jack out. Mac sat up as the operator, Jetfire, unloaded Truth, a young woman with long, brown hair. She slowly opened her eyes and looked over at Mac. He smiled warmly at her, then looked at the 4 other unconcious bodies. He wondered what was taking BackDoor and Oracle2.0 so long to get to the exit.

Ooooo....nice start O2! Damn- you're too good at this :D And I love that you got in so many people from the forum :)

LOL...couldn't put that better myself. It seems to combine certain stories around here...so this is a different storyline altogether? You've really mastered your story matie; work more of your magic soon!! :)

lol-yes Mac, there is a different story line :P but what fun would it be if I gave it away? :D

this is kind of short
Chapter 2
Oracle opened her eyes as Jetfire removed the cable from the plug in her neck. She sat up and got out of the chair. BackDoor was already up. "Hey, why'd you guys take the long way?" Jetfire asked. "Ask her," said BackDoor with a nod to O2. Jetfire looked at O2 expectantly. She didn't answer right away. What was she supposed to say?
The problem was, she didn't really know what had happened. One minute, everything was fine, the next, FLASH! she sees BD and herself get killed. Her name had not been chosen because she had any fore-seeing abilities, it had been in honor of the real Oracle.
"I guess I just...got a bad feeling..." she answered. Before BD or Jetfire could reply, she was already headed towards her cabin.

Hitman entered the cockpit of the Siren. Inside, a woman with short brown hair and blue eyes had her feet propped up on the controls in an almost rebellious pose. Her arm was in a makeshift sling, and she had bandaging on her right side.
“Hey, watch the equipment, Ima,” said Hitman as he playfully pushed her feet of the controls. Ima smiled. “So, you guys have fun without me?” she asked. “Well of course. I was there, so how could there not be fun?” said Hitman with a grin. Ima laughed at that.
UT entered the cockpit. “Hello Ima, how’ve you been?” she asked. “Just fine, ma’am. In fact, I’ll probably be able to jack in tomorrow!” Ima answered eagerly. “Nice try,” said UT with a smile.
Suddenly, there was a loud beeping sound. “Sentinels!” said Hitman. Ima grabbed the controls and landed the Siren on the only flat area nearby. She flipped a switch. The lights went out and the usual hum of the engine stopped.

Meanwhile, in the galley, where Mac, Truth, Back Door, and Jetfire were, as soon as the lights went out everyone looked at each other, then rushed to the cockpit.

Oracle2.0 was already there when the people from the galley arrived. No one moved as three machines that looked like blue crosses between a spider and a squid half-floated, half-glided into view.
The only light in the whole ship was the orange light from the EMP, which Ima hand her good hand on, waiting for the attack.
But there was no attack. One sentinel, however, did get very close to the ship. “Hey, it’s sending out a strange energy…” said Truth, pointing to a screen. “These could be upgrades of some kind,” said Jetfire in almost a whisper, “Probably nothing to worry about…”
The sentinel then left, joining its metallic comrades. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. “Ima, do a quick screen of the ship, just to make sure that sentinel’s energy didn’t do any harm,” said UT as the others began emptying out of the room. “Aye, ma’am!” said Ima with a small salute.

Ah, the suspense...I suppose that scene's never been considered in a fanfic before...hey but I'm curious O2: who's this guy you like? A real-life homage I suppose! :D

Heh heh...very VERY cool...excellent start...can't wait for more! :)

Am I a Operator or something? I like the stroy. It's got me in it! YAY!

Chapter 3
“Okay, everyone ready to go?” UT asked the crew in the loading room. This question was met with the usual, “Aye, ma’am!” “Let’s do it!” “All set!” and “Let’s get it over with.” UT turned to Ima. “No harm done by the sentinel yesterday?” “None,” replied Ima, “Now you’re sure you don’t want me to come?” “Yes!” replied everyone else.
The crew got in their chairs to be loaded up. Ima and Jetfire jacked them in, two by two.
Mac closed his eyes, then opened them to see the infinite white of the loading program. Like Hitman, he was dressed in an all black outfit, with black sunglasses and a short coat. UT was in her usual white trench coat, Truth was in a sexy black leather jacket with matching shoes. BackDoor and Oracle2.0 were in almost identical clothes: a simple black jacket, black pants, and Nike running shoes. The only difference was that BD wore a blue shirt under his jacket, while O2 wore a red one.
Hitman got on his Nokia. “The usual, right?” said Jetfire. Hitman grinned. “What else?” he said. In response, there was a sudden rush as shelves of weapons sped to and past the group of fighters. They stopped, showing on one side, guns of all shapes and styles; on the other, martial art weapons of all nations.
Hitman took his choice of two machine guns that fit well under his coat, while UT, BackDoor, and O2 choice about four different handguns each. Mac and Truth, however, chose martial arts weapons. For Mac, it was the katana sword and for Truth, it was a pairs of sais.
“That should do it. Beam us up, Scotty!” said Hitman. The ‘bottom’ of the loading program rushed up to meet the crew until it swallowed them up into an urban setting with skyscrapers and the like. BD’s motorcycle and two, black Honda Civics were waiting.
“Okay, same as always,” said UT. “BackDoor and O2, you take the cyber café on west-hundred-seventeenth, MacLeod and Truth, you take the library on east fiftieth, and Hitman and I take the kids’ therapy building.” “Yes, ma’am.” “Aye.” Truth and Mac got in one of the Honda’s and drove off, while O2 and BD got on the motorcycle and headed in the opposite direction. Hitman opened the passenger side for UT, then got in the driver’s seat and headed north.

Blue neon above the café read “The Chat Room”. BD and O2 walked inside. It was quiet, except for the typing of keys and clicking of mice. The sweet small of cappuccinos and mochas filled the air.
O2 loved what the Chat Room offered: caffeine and an internet connection. That’s all she needed to get the job done. BD, however, never bought coffee or anything else except more internet time. He couldn’t understand how on earth O2 could choke down any of her mocha latte. She knew it wasn’t real, that it had no real sustenance, so how could she possibly enjoy it?
O2 and BD sat at their usual spots and began surfing the net for possible minds to be freed.

“I wake up after my dream, but it still feels like I’m dreaming.”
“I must be crazy. This IS real! isn’t it?”
“What if it isn’t? For real, what if….”
Truth looked at the various incomings on the forum. This certain group, they looked promising. It was unfortunate that only two or three, at the most, would be freed. The site couldn’t have too many ‘missing’ members. That would attract attention, which would attract agents, and no one wanted that.
Mac, who was on the consul behind Truth’s, was having little luck. No one seemed to be having any ‘issues’ with the ‘real’ world.
“But doesn’t ANYONE here have a problem with the world?” he typed.
“I have a problem with the world. Gas is too pricey.” Firebird54 typed.
“Yeah. You know, that’s all Bush’s fault.” typed RallyChic.
“Hey, I happen to support Bush.” typed Texan23158
“What are you nuts?” RallyChic again.
Mac sighed. it was going to be a long day.

“During the dream, how do you feel?” UT asked. “At first, like I’ve died. Then…I feel like I’m being born,” said the teen with messy red hair, “Heh, guess I’m crazy, huh?” UT smiled. “No one is ‘crazy’, Tim. But everyone has problems.” “Do…do you have problems?” Tim asked, unsure if it was an appropriate question.
UT paused, but answered, “Like I said, everyone has problems.” “Like what?” “Well…let’s just say my job is very stressful. Sometimes it feels like the fate of the world rests on my shoulders.” “Yeah, I guess being a psychiatrist can be a little hectic,” said Tim. “You have no idea…”

O2 glanced at the clock on her consul. She checked the large clock by the door. 12:00 pm. O2 looked two rows over to see BD focused totally on his screen. If she hurried, she would catch the bus and just make it to recess. She clicked the close button on the computer, then quietly crept down the aisle towards the door.
She reached the door. She looked over her shoulder to see if BackDoor was still looking at his computer. He was. Relieved, O2 reached for the door. But as soon as her hand touched the bar…
The premonition was just like the first one: black and white and the action of movement not being shown. FLASH! Plugs from the consuls were all stuffed into a single circuit. Sparks began to shot out. FLASH! Flames engulfing the café, with people trapped inside. FLASH!
O2 snapped back to reality when someone poked her in the shoulder. She let out a yelp, and then turned to see BD behind her. “We have to get out of here!” she said in a desperate voice. “Shh!” said BackDoor warningly, motioning with his eyes to the other customers, who all stared. O2 felt her cheeks turn red, so she looked at the floor. BD put his arm around her and guided her to a chair to talk. The other customers went back to the consuls.
“What is WRONG with you?” he demanded. O2 swallowed. “This place is going to burn up! We have to leave! Now!” she said in hushed anxiety. “How do you know?” “I…I saw it happen.” “What?” “I saw it happen. I touched the door and I saw this place catch fire because of the wiring for the computers!” “Really?” “Do I LOOK like I’m kidding?”
BD took a quick look around to see if anyone was listening in. “UT did say that our powers would start developing more. Guess you’re the first.” “Gee, lucky me,” said O2 sarcastically, “Now can we go? Like, NOW?” “Okay, Okay. It’s almost time to head back anyway. No harm in being early.” As they left, little did they know that the plugs had already begun to spark….

Later, at the exit, an abandoned apartment building, Mac, Truth, UT, Hitman, O2, and BD were all gathered around a table with an old-fashioned, rotary dial phone. “O2 go’ new po’ers?” Mac asked. Hitman laughed, “This is so full of irony! You know, given your name and all.” “What’s it feel like?” Truth asked.
“Look, I really don’t want to talk about it…” said O2 uncomfortably. “Why not?” UT asked. “Because I see people die!” O2 burst out, “First it was me and BackDoor, this time it was innocent people! And it happens with no warning and it scares me half to death!”
UT gave a small smile. “Alright, alright. We’ll talk more, later. Right now let’s go home.” She picked up the phone and dialed 3. She waited… Then she hung the phone up with a serious look. She looked at the crew’s questioning looks. “Something’s wrong,” she said gravely.

NICE! Oh the drama! The suspense!! The wisecracks!!! I'm really enjoying your stuff, O2...Keep it up!!!

the plot thickens....
Chapter 4
“What’s going on, ma’am?” Mac asked. “Hitman, get Jet on the line, now!” said UT without answering Mac’s question. Hitman press 3, then handed the phone to UT. “Jet, why can’t you jack us out?” UT asked. There was a lot of static. “Checked….again….sentinel…computer virus…no way…exit.” Well those were 8 parts of a sentence that didn’t sound very good to UT. “Say again, Jet?” “Sentinel-uploaded-virus-into-ship’s-system-so-I-can’t-get-you-guys-out!” Jet said in one-breath so the whole message could get through before static interrupted him.
UT’s heart stopped. She hung up the phone. She turned to her crew, swallowed and told them the news. “That sentinel that beamed the energy to us beamed a virus, so now we’re stuck.” “Stuck?!” “Oh my god…” “Let’s not panic, we’re going to figure this out,” said UT. “This is a perfect time to panic! We’re stuck in the matrix! Can you think of a better time to panic?” said Hitman. UT paused, then admitted, “Actually, no.”
“What happens now?” Truth asked. “Not anything good,” said Mac, “We be in deep trouble on this one. We ‘ave t’ree bad things that we can predict: One, agents find us and we ‘ave to spend god only kno’s how long trying to get away from them. Two, sentinels attack the Siren while we’re stuck. T’ree, we starve to death if we stay here long enough.” This information didn’t make Truth or anyone else feel much better about the situation.
“So what DO we do?” O2 asked, “Stay here until Jet gets rid of the virus?” “I guess so,” said UT.
The Nokia rang. Hitman answered it. Jetfire began talking before Hitman could speak, “Agents!” That was all that needed to be said. Hitman hung up and said to the others, “We have to get out of here.” “Suits?” BD asked. “Yep.” “Oh, great. That’s just what we need,” said Truth sarcastically.
Everyone drew their weapons as they headed out the door and into the hall. It was empty, for now. Suddenly, in the entrance to the hall on the right three agents had just rushed up the stairs, Desert Eagles drawn. There was a swear in almost perfect unison from the fighters. UT and BD fired some shots at the agents while the others made a break for the left side, then turned followed.
“****, ****, ****!” said Mac as he and the others rushed down the stairs. “Move it people!” shouted BackDoor. The sounds of the agents’ running steps were getting closer and closer to the staircase.
Truth, who was at the front, decided to take a quicker way down: she leapt over the railing down to the floor. Everyone else followed her and ran out into the street. “Split up!” shouted UT once she got outside, “Meet back here at 7:00!” Mac and Truth headed in one way on foot, O2 and BD got back on the motorcycle and headed south, while UT and Hitman got in the Honda and sped off.
The agents ran out of the apartment building and looked at their options. There were three other people on the street, who suddenly turned into 3 more agents. They joined the original three. One headed after Truth and Mac, three headed after O2 and BD, two went after UT and Hitman.

Dun dun DUHHHHHHHNNNNNNNN! Indeed, the plot has thickened like lumpy thanksgiving gravy... :) (that's a good thing!) EXcellent...dying for round 5...

Ho ho this is good...hey you're following Watchers! :D Great depictions and suspense...'your skills have improved greatly!' :)

lol-thanx guys! chap 5 will be up tonight, I promise :)

I must say, you folk're going at a hellish pace! It so makes me envious and itching to write again...but alas time I do not have! Thanks so much for leaving me and so many others as main roles...let's see more character development! :D

Oh O2- this is really well done. I love the story so far- really looking forward to the rest- you've done a really good job :D

But if your name is Oracle and you see the future, does this mean I can't lie? And Macleod is really immortal? lol- I'm sorry, just kidding :D

What am I in this story? What role is it that Jetfire plays?

ur the operator Jet. y? is that a problem?

No. I was just wondering. Thanks for putting me in it.

Chapter 5
Mac and Truth made a break for another abandoned building nearby as the agent continued to pursue them. Wooden boards blocked the entrance to the building. Mac kicked a hole through them, and then he and Truth ran inside.
The agent walked inside the dark and dusty room, which was filled with debris. The agent had his Desert Eagle drawn and at his side. But suddenly, from out of nowhere Truth came flying out of the darkness, her sais drawn. Before the agent could react, she slashed his throat. The body of a homeless woman fell to the ground, a deep red mark across her neck. Truth gasped in horror. Mac came out of the shadows and put an arm around her to comfort her. “Alright, lass?” he asked. Truth turned away from the corpse. “I’ve been better,” she said.

Two agents that had been chasing UT and Hitman stopped and fired their weapons at the Honda’s wheels. Inside the car, Hitman and UT noticed the agents’ new tactic. Hitman hit the brakes. The Honda came to a screeching halt.
“You want to cover, or shall I?” UT asked as she drew two Uzi’s from under her trench. “I’ll take ‘em. I haven’t gotten to shoot anybody today,” said Hitman as he opened the car door. “You know, you can at least pretend like you don’t enjoy it,” said UT as she also exited the car.

Meanwhile, BD and O2 tried to out run the three agents after them.
Suddenly, one of the agent’s bullets hit the motorcycle. “Uh oh-JUMP!” shouted BD. He and O2 jumped from the motorcycle just as it exploded in a roar of flames. The two rolled on the ground, which prevented getting any serious injures, but resulted in some gashes and bruises. BD helped O2 get off the ground. She put a hand up to her lip as she ran, to wipe the blood away…
FLASH! She was in a room, looked like an apartment. An agent was half a foot away. O2 didn’t even look like she was going to try to defend herself the agent raised his gun…FLASH! Back to reality. BD was urging her to continue to run. O2 obeyed, but as she ran she was puzzled by her vision. Why wouldn’t she resist an agent? It wouldn’t come true. O2 knew in her heart it wouldn’t. She tucked it away in her mind, and went back to the current problem.

Mac and Truth were still inside the apartment building, looking around.
That’s when a glint of violet caught Truth’s eye. She knelt down to see a small, bright, purple sphere. She picked it up. It felt strangely warm. She looked it over, rolling it in her hand. “Mac, look at this,” she said. Mac bent down next to her. “What this be?” he asked in amazement. “I don’t know…but it’s so beautiful…” said Truth in an almost hypnotic state.
Mac, however, said, “Nah. Let’s leave it here. Don’t kno’ what it is. Could bring trouble…” He stood up and began to leave the building. Despite the warning, however, Truth pocketed her new treasure.

Meanwhile, in the Siren…. “Jet, can’t you do ANYTHING?” Ima asked frantically. “No, the damn virus really hit us hard,” he replied, frustrated. “Darn it, Jet, I thought you knew how to do this!” “I do! It’s just the virus has completely shut down all contact with the matrix, let alone anyone inside it. Not only that, but our network firewall has been totally destroyed!” “Great, just great.” “Tell me about it.”

UT and Hitman were trapped behind a dumpster in an alley. They were running out of ammo. Unfortunately, the agents never seemed to run out of weaponry, as impossible as that may sound.
“Okay, I say we make a break for the fence, jump it, and come up with something as we run,” said UT. “Ladies first,” said Hitman as he returned some fire. UT dashed out from behind the dumpster and burst toward a chain link fence. Hitman followed closely behind; he’d finally run out of ammunition.
The agents caught on quickly to the reason for the sudden, desperate tactic. They fired with deadly accuracy.
Seeing the bullets, Hitman instinctively threw his hand out to protect UT and himself. The result was more effective than you may think. The bullets had stopped in mid-air.
UT and Hitman froze in disbelief. “Um…I know it’d be cliché to say it, but ‘whoa,” said Hitman. He looked at UT. “Does this mean I have ‘Neo’ powers?” UT was looking at the agents. “Look,” she said, pointing. The agents weren’t firing. They weren’t moving at all. In fact, their brown suit jackets weren’t even flapping in the wind anymore. “Looks like you only froze time,” said UT. “ONLY stopped time?” “I mean, instead of having telekinetic powers.”
Suddenly, there was a blur from one of the agents. “Uh oh, guess it doesn’t last very long…” said UT as she and Hitman began to jump the fence.

YEAH!!!!!!!!
SWEET!!!!!!!!!!
“I’ll take ‘em. I haven’t gotten to shoot anybody today,” said Hitman as he opened the car door. “You know, you can at least pretend like you don’t enjoy it,” LMFAOROFL!!!!!! Sounds EXACTLY like what I'd say! I'm lovin' this! Great stuff...dying for the next installment...

O2 this is really good! “ONLY stopped time?” - LMAO :D

(sorry this is so short, but I'm pressed for time)
Chapter 6
Truth and Mac were out on the deserted street. “Did ye see which way Hitman and UT went?” Mac asked Truth, looking up and down the street. “No…great. So what now?” Truth asked Mac. “Get a burger?” Mac suggested with a mischievous grin. Truth slapped him on the shoulder. “Ouch! I was jus’ kiddin’!” “Mac, is now REALLY the key time to try out some new ‘one liners’?” Truth asked in a harsh tone. “Er…no lass...sorry…” said Mac meekly.

Jetfire was furiously trying to begin getting rid of the virus in the Siren’s system, but it was no use. The AI knew how to engineer their computer viruses; he’d give them that. Ima was impatiently pacing.
Suddenly, a low-tone beep came from the cockpit. Ima and Jet snapped up at the sound. “Bout time!” said Ima as she went to answer the communication signal. She flipped some switches and pressed a button over a speaker.
“This is captain Luc of the Moderator. We’re just checking to make sure all ships in the area are okay. We’ve been getting reports of sentinels emitting viruses into ships’ systems specifically the equipment used to hack into the matrix. You guys alright?”
“Negative, captain!” responded Ima, “Our entire crew, save myself and our operator, jacked into the matrix, and we can’t get them out because of the virus!”
There was a pause on the other line. “Right,” responded Luc, “ we just scanned your ship. It’ll take a pretty long time, but our operator, Jake, he can hack into your ship’s system and get rid of the virus.” “How long is ‘pretty long’?” “About three to five hours.” “We don’t have that time, sir.” “Okay, I’ll send some of my crew in to help your guys out. Can you give me a location on them at the very least?” “I think so, hold on…”

Mac and Truth were walking down the street, hoping to find a sign of the others. “There’s got to be someway we can find them…” said Truth. Suddenly, Mac froze. ‘What is it?” Truth asked. She followed his gaze to the end of the street.
There, at the end of the street, was an albino with dreadlocks with a white suit to match his skin tone. At his side, he held two Uzi’s. “Now, would be he wantin’?” Mac wondered aloud in a low voice. “He’s not alone…” said Truth, tapping Mac on the shoulder. Mac turned to see the albino’s twin at the other end of the street.
The twins began to approach Mac and Truth…

UT and Hitman were in an abandoned, cement, parking garage. “I don’t like this,” said UT, “We can’t play hide-and-seek-forever…” “What else can we do? we used up all our weaponry,” Hitman pointed out.
“But WE didn’t!” said a voice from behind…

lol...what's with making me meek! :( lmao!
nice cliffhanger, though its a bit rushed. I like the twins bit alot too...Mero in one story, Twins in another...

lol- well I loved the 'meek' bit :D

Great ending, very suspenseful- and I love Captain Luc of the Moderator! Great idea!

I'm really enjoying this...very very cool...and I love the twins bit...looking forward to seeing what happens next...

Keep it coming! Loving it! :D

sorry it took so long to get here and it's short, but I've been pressed for time lately.
Chapter 7
Hitman and UT turned to see a young man with a buzz-cut and short goatee in a long brown coat and a young woman with blonde hair in a gray, ladies coat. “Crahan? S-Fan? What are you two doing here?” UT asked in surprise. “We heard you guys were in trouble, so we figured why should you get to have all the fun?” said S-Fan with a grin.
“And we come baring gifts…” said Crahan as he handed UT and Hitman some handguns. “Thanks,” said Hitman and UT.
Suddenly, two agents appeared at the end of the concrete passage and began firing rounds. Crahan and UT returned fire, but the agents only dodged them with their frightening skill, appearing as blurs. “We need to get out of here. There’s hardly any cover,” pointed out S-fan as the group turned and ran.

Mac drew his long, heavy, katana sword. He didn’t like the looks of the new adversaries. Truth didn’t bother to draw her sais. They were only good for hand-to-hand combat, which wouldn’t be happening if the twins chose to stay a safe distance and simply use her and Mac for target practice.
One of the twins let loose a round of shots. Mac, who was facing the twin, used his sword to block the bullets. However, three bullets escaped his katana and left holes in his long coat.
Meanwhile, it seemed that Truth would have to draw her sais after all. The other twin was approaching her and wasn’t even reaching for his Uzi’s. Just as he got close enough, Truth did a flip, landing her feet right in the twin’s chest, then used that to spring off him like a diving board, and flip back to the ground, taking out her sais.
The twin didn’t seem the least bit discouraged by Truth doing such a graceful and powerful move. He turned to face her.
Truth struck, slashing offensively with her sais. The twin was prepared for this. With amazing speed, he dodged the strikes and landed a kick in Truth’s stomach. This caused Truth to lose her balance, but she recovered it in a cartwheel, and then got in a defense stance.
Mac took a slice at his attacker; however, the twin avoided it by bending backwards completely. Mac tried to hit him by slashing at him vertically, but the twin moved aside again. Mac took the opportunity to move the sword just as the twin moved, in an attack that should’ve cut the twin’s leg off. Instead, seconds before the sword came in contact with the twin, he instantly became a grayish, frightening figure that looked like a demonic ghost. The sword passed right threw him. Mac paused in shock. What were these things?

oh, very nice. And some fighting! :D I'm really looking forward to the next bit!

Nice! I feel better now that I have some handguns... ;)

Ho ho I'll say-there's just this thing about a MacLeod with a katana :D Lovin' it lovin' it! You have a solid plot in mind, I assume?

Chapter 8
“How’s it going Jake?” Jetfire asked. “Better than anticipated,” Jake’s voice buzzed over the radio, “But this virus is made of tough stuff.” “Well, let’s just hope the squiddies stay away. I’m not setting the EMP, even if the damn things breach the hull.” “Well, we can only hope…”

Truth jumped high into the air and sent a kick flying at the albino twin. He caught he foot and pushed in back, sending Truth flying into a brick wall. She landed and got back up in a defensive stance. The twin rushed at her, but she was ready; she leapt into the air and flipped over him, in the process slicing her attacker’s cheek. He didn’t seem to notice the blood, however, he just kept his eyes on his prey.
Truth had landed with her back to the twin, which was a big mistake. In a flash, he had come from behind her and taken her into a chokehold. Truth dropped her sais so she could use her hands to release herself from the hold. But the twin was strong and she was gasping for air.
This distracted Mac while he was fighting with the other twin. The twin took advantage of this and gave Mac a good uppercut. Then he hit him hard in the stomach, twice. Mac’s eyes watered with pain. The twin had damaged his spleen and he was bleeding internally.
Truth finally was able to use the twin’s weight against him and flipped him over her and onto the ground, judo style. She looked over to see Mac, doubled over on the ground and the other twin drawing out his Uzi. Grabbing her sais, Truth ran like the wind and leapt into the air. It looked almost like she ran on the air; she landed a kick under the albino’s chin, landed a hit in his temple, then cut up his face with her sharp sais. The twin backed off and Truth roared in victory, “I am the Invincible Sword Goddess!”
She turned to Mac, who looked like he was in a lot of pain. “Mac! What happened?” Mac grimaced in pain. “I’m alright, lass.” He got to his feet, painfully. Truth helped him get up.
Unknowingly, Truth ran her hand right over the spot where the twin had hit. Immediately following that, Mac’s pain ended. He blinked in surprise. He stood straight up. “Mac? Are you okay?” Truth asked again. He stared at her. “I…Yeah, I’m fine…” Mac didn’t say what he thought: that Truth had just gotten a new power.

“What time is it?” BackDoor gasped. “I don’t know. That’s last fall broke my watch.” “Better that then your wrist.” “No kidding.” BackDoor and O2 were crouched uncomfortably in a concrete pipe in a construction yard. They’d been running for what seemed like forever. While they had gotten tired, the agents never even paused for an extra breath.
“Where are we anyway?” O2 asked. “Got me. I wasn’t exactly checking the street signs.” “So we’re lost and we have no idea what time it is. Great.” BackDoor tenderly held O2’s hand. “Hey, it’ll be alright,” he said comfortingly. O2 withdrew her hand and wrapped her arms around her knees.

“So what’s the basic deal?” Hitman asked Crahan, who’d just hung up after speaking with Jake. “Well, he has no idea where any of the rest of your crew is. However, he’s says that the hack job on the virus in your ship is going smoothly,” Crahan answered. “We need to find them,” said UT. “Well, I guess it’s up to the four of us then,” said S-fan. “Let’s stay together. No use splitting up any further,” said Crahan. “Agreed,” said UT.

“I am the Invincible Sword Goddess!”
LMFAO!! Hmmmm....Crouching Tiger reference? lol...excellent!

"Whether you be Li Mu Bi or Southern Crane..." :D I love that movie

Aw man that's nothing really-coming from Asia a movie like that sucks! Tell ya what-watch the Jet Li movie Hero for a better idea of literary heroism...I love that movie!! :D Keep going...lol but no fair! you and Hitman make me look like a wimp! :p jk

lol- okay, okay, I'll try and get u a good fight scene, alright? ;)

Woo-hoo! :D sorry if I sounded jealous...hey add more of you and BD (individual or not) too!! Oh and certainly Truth...More musketeers! :D

Does the operator, by any chance, get to fight? lol j/k

Hey can I play too? Please??? :D :D :D

LMAO O2! I love this! It's getiing funnier too! 'I am the Invincible Sword Godess!' :D I am sooo cool :D and I get to have a super cool power too? Yes! hee hee...

And the story is coming along nicely O2- well written with tension and nice action! More!

Chapter 9
Truth and Mac ran down (yet another) alley way as the twins continued to silently chase them. A locked chain link gate blocked the way. Mac took a step back for momentum, then jumped sideways between the fences in a streamline position, landing on his feet. Truth followed. The two stood, anticipating their pursuers. The twins jumped the fence and landed, ready to fight.
“What do you two want anyway?” Truth demanded. Without answering, the twins did a team-kick right in Truth’s chest, which sent her into a grafitied brick wall. Like lightning, Mac drew his sword and slashed at the twin closest to him. The twin didn’t have time to go into ghost mode, so Mac scored a good slashed arm on him.
Truth flipped back onto her feet, ran forward, and delivered a hard spinning kick to the other twin.
Mac jumped up into the air and almost did a split, kicking both of the twins hard in the face. One of the twins took out his Uzi; Truth kicked it out of his hand, then grabbed his arm and served two hard kicks into his back.
Mac had cornered the other twin to the wall. He was using his foot to keep the twin pinned to the wall. “Who sent ye?” Mac demanded. The twin didn’t answer. Mac squeezed the twin’s neck harder. “Who?”
“Don’t bother. They don’t really talk that much,” said a voice from behind…

UT, Crahan, Hitman, and S-fan were running down a lonely street with several agents right behind them. The plan to find the other members of the Siren’s crew had been delayed for a while. The group came to a sudden halt. The street came to a sudden stop at an old, large building. “Dead end,” said S-fan. “Did you really have to use the word ‘dead’?” Hitman asked as the team whipped around to see the agents closing in.
UT spotted a manhole nearby. “I’ve got an idea,” she said, “Hitman, can you slow them down?” Hitman drew his hand back, focused, then thrust it out again. There was a shimmer and… The agents were frozen. A piece of paper stood still in mid-flap. “Cool trick,” said Crahan as he opened the manhole cover. “Hold your nose,” said UT as she climbed down. “This is so gross,” said Hitman as he followed UT.
S-fan closed the cover over the group just as the agents began to break free of Hitman’s time hold.
“This is going to ruin my vinyl coat,” said S-fan as she and the others waded through the disgusting sewers. “Well, it’s not like you paid for it or anything, right?” said Hitman. “Come on, keep going or that coat is going to be the least of your worries, S,” said UT.

O2 stuck her head outside from the hiding place of the construction pipes. The street was deserted, not a breathing thing in sight. O2 crawled out into the dimming sunlight. “Hey, I just remembered,” said BackDoor as he came out behind her, “There’s an exit near here. Maybe we could give it a shot. It’s been a while; I think Jet could’ve gotten rid of the virus by now. What do you say?” “Yeah, that sounds good,” said O2 in a distracted tone. BD watched her for a moment. She was so distant now; so unlike the way she had been before. Well, all he could do was be for her and help her in anyway he could.
“BackDoor…” He looked up to her addressing. “Yeah?” he asked. O2 was looking off into the distance, almost as if she were from another world. “Protect me from what I want,” she said. BD looked at her again. “What?” “Protect me from what I want.” “What does that mean?” “I don’t know. Just do it. Please.”

Whoa...now this is a sharp change-Cryptic words O2...and nice one having smith_fan in (i forgot to mention that earlier). I love the action scenes-thanks for ramping it up! :D

thanx soo much for the comments u guys! Freeyourmind, yes, u can play too :D

Chapter 10
"We're going to need to know where to go," said UT as the group trudged through the sewage pipes. "I'm on it," said Crahan as he took out his cell. "I swear, if I feel something wet and furry brush against my leg, I'll scream," said S-fan.
"Operator," said the voice on the line. "FYM? what are you doing on the line?" Crahan asked. "Jake's a tad busy hacking that virus on the Siren, so-ew, you guys are in the sewer?" "Yeah, I need a full map out of the system," Crahan replied. "Okay, just a sec..." Crahan's eyes moved like they would in REM under his eye lids. Crahan opened his eyes 30 seconds later. He turned to the group. "Okay, let' move."

A beautiful woman with plae skin and long, flowing, black hair in a white dress and fur coat stood in the middle of the alley. "Who are you?" Truth asked. "Did ye send these banshees after us?" Mac demanded. The woman ignored them and turned to the twins. "Leave," she said firmly. The twins silently obeyed, walking to the opening of the alley and waiting.
"My name is Persephone, and no. You have my husband to thank for the...interuption," said the woman. "The who's your husband?" Truth asked. "The Merovingian, a powerful program. He seeks a code that has come into your possesion and he sent myself and those two to retrieve it."
"What code? We nevah..." Mac looked at Truth with a dawning look in his eyes. "Truth, ye did nah take it, did ye?" he asked, knowing the answer already. "I'm sorry! But it was so..so tempting, I couldn't resist!" Truth answered, bitting her lip. "Let me see it," said Persephone. Truth dug in her pocket and pulled out the small, shiny, violet sphere. "Yes, that's it!" said Persephone, "Give it to me."
"Wait," said Mac, "What does this code do anyway?" "That isn't your concern." "We'll be the judges of that," said Truth, "Why didn't this Merovingian just ask for the code?" "You people are distrusted by all programs. It was a calculated risk to send the twins." "Well," said Mac, "Then we be takin a calculated risk and hangin' on to the code." "Don't be stupid," said Persephone, referring to the twins who were awaiting orders.
Mac drew his katana in response. "Fine, have it your way," said Persephone. She snapped her fingers and the twins began to close in. Truth pocketed the code and drew her sais.
Mac was fully focused and powered up. His heart was beating in his ears. Adreniline pumped into his veins.
Suddenly, the ground beneath him began to ripple... "Mac, look!" cried Truth, pointing at the ground. The twins also slowed down at the sudden change. Mac grinned. "Bout time," he said. He got a good grip on Truth, then pushed on and flew into the sky.

The neon sign flashed 'Heart O' the City Hotel'. "This is it," said BackDoor to O2, "Room three-oh-three." "Okay...good." said O2. The two fighters entered the building.
Across the street, an agent stepped out of the shadows, acompanied by two more. "Gotcha," said the first agent. The trio crossed the street to the hotel...

Oooohhh!!!! I 'be lovin' this here chapt! lol what a time for powers to emerge...and Agents that go "Gotcha"? :p you've got the Hitman's gift for light-hearted action I'll say-way to go!

Hmmm....You're getting a little TOO good at this... ;)

yes, yes...I'm a kleptomaniac :D I love this thing with the powers, nice idea O2- something else that makes this story so different from the others!
I love how cryptic it all is.....and the 'protect me from what I want....' bit.....very intriguing............

To be honest with you O2, I didn't think much of this series at the beginning, I thought it wasn't going anywhere. But now I can see what you were talking about and I like the lightning fast pace and the light hearted style. Good work!

lol-thanx so much guys! :D freeyourmind, r u just saying that because your in the series now? ;) j/k

Originally posted by Oracle2.0
lol-thanx so much guys! :D freeyourmind, r u just saying that because your in the series now? ;) j/k
Hey, I only got like one line!
You know what, I hate your series. You suck! ;)
What I was saying was that before it was a lot of fun but it didn't look like going anywhere and now I see there's some sort of plan playing out...
Really O2, nice stuff. :)

Chapter 11
O2 and BackDoor began walking up the steps to the third floor of the hotel. On the landing of the 2nd floor, BackDoor froze, causing O2 to almost crash into him. "What is it?" she asked in a whisper. "You hear that?" O2 listened for a moment. "I don't hear anything." "Exactly."
Suddenly, 3 doors in the hall burst open and 3 agents stepped into the hallway, firing their Desert Eagles at O2 and BD. In the confusion, the two split up, thinking the other was right behind them. O2 went up, BD went down.
Another agent joined the trio. "We'll take the girl," said two. "We'll take the man," the other two concurred.

Truth held tight to Mac as they zoomed through the sky. Truth was filled with wonder. Suddenly, all of the terror of the day seemed to melt away in the beautiful moment.
Then they went through a cloud and the magic was over. The cloud was wet and cold, soaking both Truth and Macleod. Truth shivered. "Alright, maybe goin' this way was nah the best plan," said Mac. Fortunately, he steered clear of the next one. "Let's land, I'm freezing," said Truth. Mac began to descend.

"How much further?" Hitman demanded, "My boats are soaked with I-don't-want-to-know-what." "Just a tad further," said Crahan.

(more soon, just a little chore to take care of)

Suddenly, Crahan's cell rang. He grabbed it. "Yeah?" "FYM again, listen, I think I found two of your friends." Crahan retold the information to the others. "Which ones?" UT asked. "got me. But they have something with them," said FYM. "What do you mean by 'something'?" Crahan asked. "That's for you to find out. next opening should lead you right to them," FYM replied. "This way, come on!" said Crahan as he led the group to a metal ring ladder which led up to a manhole cover.

Truth and Mac landed in an empty parking lot. "Is there an exit near here? We should check and see if Jet got rid of that virus yet," Truth pointed out. "Aye, lass. An' we should find out where our friends are," Macleod agreed.
The two had just gotten to the curb of the street when the man hole cover in the street began to lift up. Mac and Truth drew their weapons. Someone was climbing out. Mac placed his sword at the person's throat.
"Hey! Point that thing somewhere else!" shouted Crahan. Mac seathed his sword, surprised. "Crahan? What are ye doin' in these parts?" "Helping you guys out," said Crahan as he stood on the street and helped UT out of the sewers. Soon, Hitman and S-fan were out as well.
"Um, no offense to ye, but ye all smell worse than raw haggis," said Mac as he and Truth covered their faces from the atrocious smell. "You'd smell pretty bad too if you'd been in there for as long as we have," said Hitman.
"Hey, did you guys...um, pick up anything...strange?" Crahan asked, remembering what FYM had said. Truth and Mac's eye brows raised in surprise.
"Actually, yeah," said Truth as she pulled out the bright, violet sphere. "What's that?" S-fan asked. "Some special code. Hey, have any of ye ever heard of someone named 'Merovingian'?" Mac asked.
UT, Crahan, and Hitman exchanged dark looks. "What?" Truth asked. "We've had...incounters with him," UT replied, "Why do you ask?" "Well, he sent two ghost guys and his wife after this code when we found it," Truth answered.
"Well, if Mero's after it, you know it can't bring any good," said Hitman. "We'd better do something with it," said Crahan. "I want to know what its purpose is, what this code inables or unables. It could bring us an advantage," said UT. "Then let's hide it for now. We don't have time to analyze it. We have to find Oracle2.0 and BackDoor," said Crahan. "Any ideas?" Mac asked.
It was Hitman who came up with the idea, but it was Mac who was elected to place the code in the spot. "I still don't see why I had to put it there," Mac complained as he climbed out of the sewer. "Your the one who mentioned our stench first, so it's only fair you get to experiance it too," said UT with a smile. "Mero may guess where it is, but not even the twins are desperete enough to go down there," said Hitman. "Yeah, well we were," said Truth.
"Come on, let's find those two crewmates of yours," said Crahan.

Excellent work! (This is my first post in the fan fiction forum!)

Jake

lol-welcome to the section Jake! :D

O2 kicked open the door that led to the roof. She could hear the agents rushing after her. She knew it was pointless to stand and fight. She would be lucky if she lasted ten minutes. Really lucky, she would be unconscious for the last five. All that was left to do was flee and hope to high heaven she could elude them.
She ran to the edge of the roof. She could see the sun beginning to set. The long day was soon to become a long night.
She turned as the agents stepped on to the roof. She gave them a glare that said ‘Try to catch me. I dare you.’ Then she leapt to the next roof, 25 ft. away. The agents followed.

BackDoor had made it to the streets. He was now under a parked car, his arms stretched from one side of the car to the other, gun in hand. Agents could easily lift the car off the ground to get to him, so he wasn’t going to let them even get close. But he was having trouble staying in focus. “Damn it O2, where’d you go?” he thought to himself.

“Hey FYM, can you give us some wheels? We need to find the remaining two,” said Crahan on the cell. “That is, if they’re still alive,” said Hitman darkly. “Don’t talk like that!” said Truth, half angry, half surprised at the statement. “Well…it has been a few hours,” said UT in a tone that showed she really didn’t want to say that. “They’re probably waiting at your meeting place,” S-fan pointed out, “Seven o’clock was over long ago.” “Aye lass. Let’s go there first,” Mac agreed.
Suddenly, two Subaru Foresters rolled up. “Thanks,” said Crahan. “No prob,” said FYM, “By the way, I just confirmed with Jet. Oracle2.0 and BackDoor are still okay, that is to say their vitals are okay.” “Good,” said Hitman. “Thank goodness,” said Truth. “We have to find them. NOW,” said UT.
“Okay, Hitman, Truth, and Mac, take one car. UT, S-fan and I will take the other,” said Crahan, “Oh, FYM, we’ll need some cell phones to keep in touch.” “Sony, Nokia, or Sprint?” “Um…Nokia.” “Comin’ right up.”

Clickity-clickity-tap-tap-click-tap. Beeeep. “Yesss!” “Whaaa!” FYM almost fell out of his chair. “Yesss! I did it! The Siren is officially back online!” Jake cried out in joy. “Awesome!” said Luc, clapping him on the shoulder, “FYM, notify UT and her crew.” “Actually, I’d like to do the honors,” said the voice on the radio. “Of course. All yours,” said Luc, grinning.

As Hitman drove through the streets, everyone jumped when, in the first time in hours, his cell phone rang. He answered it, trying to keep an eye on the road (when you’re a rebel fighter, enforcing traffic laws isn’t exactly first priority). “Hello?” “Mr. Hitman, the phones are working,” said Jetfire’s cheerful tone. “So we’re fully back online?” “Yep. First thing’s first. Running a trace on O2 and BD. Hold on…” “Truth, call UT and let her know.”

BackDoor crawled out from under the car and looked around. No agents in sight. However, that didn’t mean they weren’t there.
Suddenly, a black Forester came blasting down the road. BackDoor drew his weapons. The Forester swerved so its right side was facing BackDoor. Hitman rolled down the window and stuck his head out. “Need a lift?” he asked, grinning.

O2 slid down a slanted rooftop. She didn’t look back. She didn’t have to; she knew the agents were nowhere near stopping.
She was going to have to get to the ground. Unfortunately, she was too far up to jump down. So, when she came to the edge of the roof, she saw the small apartment building, picked a room, then dived from the roof, crashed through the room’s glass, rolled onto the floor, and smashed into a small table.
Suddenly, she felt something white hot on the back of her neck. Her hand flew to the area of pain. She felt something painfully hot, wet, and sticky. It was someone’s hot coffee. O2 gritted her teeth and stood up.
Then she heard the sound she hadn’t realized before. “What the hell? Just what do you think your doing? Geezus Christ!”

Hot coffee? LOL what a hoot! what could this possibly mean? who's this mysterious newcomer? I'm curious again-and welcome Jake! there're alot of excellent works all over this section...please do read the older ones as well (hint: Truth's Replay and O2's earlier Capricorn work)
Which reminds me: continue Capricorn too! :D

Amazing and entertaining as usual O2! Well done! You write so well, and you've done so well to keep up the quality of your writing to such high standards the whole way through. It's always enjoyable to read your work!

And hmmm...who's apartment could you be in? I have an idea.......

Niiiiiiice! lovin' it. Keep it up...dying to know how you...er, O2, gets away from the agents...lol ;)

O2 turned around to face the apartment's tenant, she looked at the apartment and was suddenly struck with dejavu. Not the artificial king, real dejavu. She'd been in this apartment before...but when?
Then her heart stopped. There, in jeans and a red sweater, a half angry, half confused look on his face, was Nisco. "Oh my god..." O2 whispered.
The vision suddenly came rushing back to her. FLASH! she was in THIS apartment, an agent within arm's length, his gun raised...FLASH!
When she snapped back to reality, O2's hand instinctivly went to her weapon. She could kill him now, before the agent took over. But she never pulled out the gun.
"That's it, I'm calling the poice," said Nisco. But just as he turned around, an agent began to emerge...

"Okay, take a right. The small, brick apartment building, WaterCrest, second floor," said Jet. "How many people are inside?" Hitman asked. "Not a little, not a lot." "Jet?" "Yeah?" "Let's try an EXACT number." "Um...six...give or take one as O2." "Per floor?" "Two on the second, four on the first." "Alright. Thanks," said Hitman as he hung up the cell phone.
"Hey, isn't it illegal for you to use that while driving?" Truth inquired. "Truth, we're about to go into a building with about six agents to rescue our crewmate, however we're nowhere near an exit and almost out of weapons. Is driving safety really that important right now?" BackDoor asked cynically.

The black Forester pulled right up in front of WaterCrest. The group stepped out of the car and approached the building, weapons drawn.
When they reached the door, Hitman paused. "Hey, wait a minute," he said. "What?" the others asked in unison. "We don't have to do this." "WHAT?! Are you kidding me?" BackDoor said incredulously, "Oracle2.0's in there and we have to help get her out! We HAVE to do it!" Hitman looked at BackDoor with a raised eyebrow.
"Um, what I was going to say was, we don't have to fight, exactly. I can just freeze the agents, then we just walk in, get O2, walk out," siad Hitman. "Oh." "Yeah, 'Oh'."
"But yer po'er only lasts for a short time," Mac pointed out. "It's okay, we don't need much, just a head start," said Truth. "Yeah. Okay guys, let's head in," said Hitman.

LMAO

"Um, what I was going to say was, we don't have to fight, exactly. I can just freeze the agents, then we just walk in, get O2, walk out," siad Hitman"

Do you KNOW ME? lol That's like word for word what I would say...lol :)

Still cliffhanging, still lovin' it...keep going !

lol-glad I could make it realistic! :D

Yeah-you do that perfectly! story detail and suspense is incredible as always...next please! i wanna know what happens with the agent!

Me too! me too!

I thought it might be Nisco in that apartment! But now what? You can't kill him....but if you don't...the agent will get you!

And that's a very useful power Hitman's got! :D I love this O2!

lol, I was going to have a huge battle scene, but then logic kicked in :D

The agent turned around to see O2 standing less than four feet away. She didn't move as the agent fully turned to face her. He paused, expecting some sort of retaliation. But there would be none.

Four agents were waiting on the first floor of WaterCrest apartments. Hitman didn't even let them have time to blink before he thrust out his hand and froze them. "Okay, I think we have about 30 seconds to get to the second floor," said Hitman as he quickly led the group to the elevator.
Just as they reached the elevator and pushed the button, Mac saw in the reflection of the metal doors the blur of the agents as they began to release themselves of Hitman's time freeze. "Oh, ****, hurry up!" cried Mac.
Truth and BackDoor fired at the agents as they fled behind the elevator's closing doors.
In the elevator, Hitman got on the phone. "Jet, which room is O2 in?" "I can't tell! All of the agent programs are messing up the tracking system! You guys are gonna have to figure that out!" came the answer.
"Okay, Mac and Truth, take the left and right of the right side, BackDoor and I will take the left," said Hitman as the doors opened. "I really hope agents are slow at walking up stairs," said Truth as she and Mac took the one side, while BackDoor and Hitman took the other.
The fighters checked the halls and doors for hints as to where O2 was. BD, as it happened, took a lucky guess at room 210. He had a strange feeling about that door. So, he kicked the door open.
There, in the room, through two wooden doors with glass windows, BackDoor stared in horror at the scene. There was O2, standing there, not even moving or blinking as an agent raised his Desert Eagle to her head, execution style.
O2 knew what she had to and would do. The vision would come true. And BackDoor couldn't stop it. Because, you see, no matter what you do, no matter where you go, no one can protect you from the one thing we desire above all: love.

short, but to the point. I think I got 2 or 3 epis left on this series.

Wonderful-but its ending so soon? awww!
I like that bit about love-how sadly true. What will happen now? Will you die? Will BD save the day? I hope he does :D nicely done-no need for action if you describe dramatic scenes powerfully enough!

BANG
BANG
BANG
BANG
BANG
(sound of me banging my head against my desk in frustration of wanting to know WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!)

LMAO- just what I was thinking Hitman! Argghhhh....and ending so soon? Noooo!!

lol-wow guys, u really want me to keep going? :D hmm...I'll consider it

Chapter...I've lost track....

O2 was staring death in the face, and yet she had never felt so calm in her entire life. It was refreshing, like a cool breeze on a humid summer day. Dispite the calm, however, her eyes showed nothing less then total hopelessness.
BackDoor knew he would have to act quickly, but the amount of quick thinking and speed needed was beyond impossible to achieve. But, then again, he wasn't just going to stand there and watch O2 die. He would stop the agent. He WOULD save O2. It was in this millisecond of an instant that BackDoor reached a state of mind in which he truly believed he could prevent the definite future. BackDoor sped into the apartment and was almost at the agent.
What BackDoor couldn't realize, was that he was moving at tremendous speed. He was a blur as he ran. Theagebnt and O2 were not even aware of his presence yet.
The agent gave a small, cocky smile as he said, "Only human." "NO!" BackDoor rammed the agent with incredible force. Before the agent could do anything, BackDoor pulled out a 9 millimeter and fired it into the agent's skull. The agent's image faded into the corpse of Jake Nisco.
BackDoor looked over to O2. "Oh my god," he said in a whisper. BackDoor had hit the agent, preventing the bullet from hitting O2's head, instead it had hit her in the left side of her abdomin. She was on the floor in a pool of her own blood. BackDoor leapt to her side. "HELP! Hitman! Macleod! Truth! Help!" he cried toward the door. O2 was gasping air. She reached out and got a firm grip on BackDoor's jacket. BackDoor reached over to Nisco's body and ripped some of his shirt, using it to despretely stop the bleeding.
Hitman, Truth and Mac entered the tragic scene. "Oh no..." said Hitman.
to be continued....

Ohmigosh. Strikingly dramatic! It's...inevitable! So she did forsee her death? or not? or a rebirth? This is a bad time for a cliffhanger-I'm biting me nails here! :D

Never a bad time for a cliffhanger- especially one like this! But now Nisco is dead! And O2- what'll happen!

And yes O2, I would love for this to keep going. Although obviously only if you feel like it :D But to lose both your fictions so close together! Noooo! You'll have to start another one asap :D (please???)

hee hee, I love putting you guys on the edge like this :D

awwww.....that's so cruel!!! lol. And shouldn't you be baking us cookies or something? :D

Mac, Truth, and Hitman joined BackDoor at O2's side. Hitman tore off some more of Nisco's shirt and pressed it down hard on the wound. O2 cried out in pain. "What happened?" Mac demanded. "An agent. He attacked her...but she didn't even defend herself! It's like she was commiting suicide or..." BackDoor's eyes fell on Nisco. "Or she was trying to save him." "But what for? We've had to get rid of agents before, what makes this lad any different?" Mac asked. "She's....look, that's not important right now!"
O2 spit some crimson blood. "Ergh....comeon O2, stay wih us," said Hitman. He turned to the others. "We need an exit. NOW." "Give me the cell so I can talk to Jet," said Truth. Hitman had just reached into his pocket when the sounds of quick footsteps were heard from outside. "Oh great," said Mac, "Jus' what we need now." He stood up and drew his sword. "I'll keep em at bay till we come up with a plan," he offered. "I'll go with you," said BackDoor, but as he began to pull away, he realized O2 hadn't let go of his jacket, her grip still tight. "I'll go instead," Hitman said, understanding O2's need.
Truth got through to Jet, but he answered first, "Sorry, no exits in the building. There is one a few blocks away on Superior and Huron. Can you get out?" Truth looked around the room. She noted the broken window. "I have an idea," she said, hanging up. "We'd better hurry,' siad BackDoor to Truth, "She's running out of time."
Hitman let loose a round at the agents, but they of course dodged it easily. Hitman rolled his eyes. "What am I doing?" he asked rhetorically. He thrust otu his arm and the agents froze. "That's a really neat trick," said Mac with a grin, "But I can fly." "Yeah, yeah, yeah..." The two went back to the room, where Truth and BackDoor were now standing, O2 in BackDoor's arms, still gripping to his coat. "We're getting out of here," said BackDoor.

my mom wants me to do the dishes, I'll cont. l8r

lol - I thought that dishes bit was one of their lines! Nicely done...aww...u n BD! :D Come back quick!

LMAO "my mom wants me to do the dishes, I'll cont. l8r"...wha? lmfaorotfl...'sokay...I know how it is...lol...must've been a lot of dishes though...it's 7AM and no reply...lol

lol, sorry guys, got WAY side tracked. but now I don't have time to type up the rest, it'll be up later today.

lmao- well we'll forgive you.....lmao at all the testosterone though! :D

I just read through all of this now and i'm loving it!!! =D

I love the stories about other rebel groups but this one rox 'cos of all the forum people...although the best idea, i must say, is Captain Luc of the Moderator...LOL.

I'm upset because i started reading this so close to the end...i.e. CONTINUE!

edit: happy rather late birthday, Oracle...lol ;)

lol- oh cool, a new fan!!! :D

BackDoor, after jumping through the window, landed safely on the ground, with O2, who was unconcious but still holding on to him, lying in his arms. The others followed, then headed towards the car.
Hitman and Mac got in the front, BackDoor and O2 in the middle, and Truth in the back.
"Let's haul ass to that exit pal," said Mac as Hitman got in gear. They had only been driving for 30 seconds when BackDoor saw O2's hand slip from his jacket limply. "Oh, ****," he said, feeling her pulse.
"What?" Truth asked. "She's not breathing, her pulse is almost gone," said BackDoor, a mix of anger and grief in his voice.
"Is there anything we can do?" Mac asked to no one in perticular. "We get her to the exit," said Hitman. "****, her pulse stopped!"

Jet looked up at the loud beep that signalled O2's monitor at flat line.

O2 opened her eyes. Oh man, where was she? The place was beyond description, a place beyond one that human eyes have ever seen before. She knew she was dead. It was not something she learned, it was simply a fact in her head, a loud voice that could not be argued.
But she was not alone.
"It's both beautiful and depressing, isn't it?" "You're...you're..." "I am your name sake," said the woman. O2 was both surprised and expecting of the Oracle being there. But how could she?
"Don't worry about that now, dear. There are far more important matters at hand," said the woman in a cool tone. "Yeah...I guess..." said O2 with a shrug. She looked around. "Okay...so I'm dead...now what?" "Well, your not dead yet...technically." "Then how'd I get here?" "I said not yet. See, your body has died, but your mind is still clinging to life. We're in your mind, right now."
"Well, you were right about the 'depressing part," said O2 gloomily.
"Why didn't you tell him?" "Tell who what?" "Tell your friend you were going to die," Oracle answered.
"I guess I didn't believe it. Or didn't want to... But what does that have to do with anything?" "Look kid, as my predescor..." "Wait, how can I be your predescor? I'm almost dead, remember?" "Okay, rule number one: don't talk that way to me. I gave you the gift, I can take it away..."
"GIFT? You call this a GIFT?" O2 demanded, furious. "Would you rather I let the next truck hit you with no warning?" O2 stayed silent.
"Exactly. Now, moving on, rule number trwo: always, always, always, ALWAYS say something when you have a vision. There's a REASON you get 'em, kid."
"Okay, I'll remember that. Thank you," said O2.

Mac suddenly got an idea. He remebered what had happened when they were fighting the twins, when Truth had miraculously healed him.
"Truth, touch Ora's wound!" he said. "Why?" she asked, puzzled. "There's no point," said BackDoor gravely. He'd given up on CPR. "Truth, just do it!" Mac commanded.
Truth reached over the seat and touched the wound.....

LOL-hey this after-death experience smacks of deja vu!! :p lmao! anyway 'predecessor' means 'the one before'...you must've meant 'successor'. Great job nonetheless-you're making various scattered parts all fall into place!
Yo Senai-welcome in! Be sure to check out Capricorn and an old episode Matrix: Replay done a looong time ago! :D

*blishes* oh! where's a dictionary where you need one? :D

Ah, don't worry O2- when you write as well as this, the odd word here or there is completely unnoticed :D

O2 turned. The scene around her was disappearing into blank nothingness. She turned to the Oracle, who smiled. “We won’t be meeting again,” she said, “So I’d better make this quick: It can’t be hidden in the Matrix, he’ll find it. And don’t try to destroy it; trying that could tear the whole system apart. You have to hide it in someone.” “What?” O2 didn’t have a clue what she was talking about. “You’ll know what to do kid. Bye,” said the Oracle with a little wave.

Jet sat straight up. He looked over at the monitors. Could it be? O2’s heart monitor was beeping to a steady rhythm.

O2 opened her eyes and breathed in the sweet, cold, dusty air. She looked up and saw BackDoor, who looked almost in tears. Behind him was Truth, who looked half surprised, half overjoyed. O2 looked to her left and saw Mac’s grinning face. Next to him was Hitman, smiling warmly.
“Thought we’d lost ye for a minute there,” said Mac. “I…I think you did,” replied O2 uncertainly as she sat up, “Okay, so who gets a gold star for saving my life?”
“That’d be Truth,” Hitman said with a nod. O2 turned to Truth. “Well…guess I owe you big time,” she said. “Nah, don’t worry about it,” said Truth.
“New power?” O2 inquired. “Yep,” said Truth, grinning, “I think we’ve all got ‘em now.”
“I can freeze time,” said Hitman, raising and lowering his eyebrows mischievously. “That’s nothin’!” said Mac, “I can fly!”
“And you?” O2 asked BackDoor. “Super speed,” he said with a small smile. “Really? When’d you get it?” Truth asked, having not seen when BackDoor discovered his power in his attempt to save O2.
BackDoor opened his mouth to explain, when from out of nowhere, a figure ran into the middle of the street and signaled the Forester to stop. It happened so quickly, Hitman almost ran the person over.
“What the hell?” Hitman demanded.
“Bloody…is that Sim?” Mac asked.
“Yeah…what’s he doing this side of town?” BackDoor wondered aloud.
Sim, a man in his early thirties, with short, black hair in a gray, artificially fuzzy coat, was a rouge program that helped out the Siren crew sometimes. But, he worked on the east side, this was the west side.
Hitman rolled down the window. “What are you doing here, Sim?” Hitman asked. “Trying to stop you guys from taking any exits down here,” Sim replied. “Why?” Mac asked. “Look, you can’t stay in the open like this,” said Sim, looking around, “Get out and follow me.”
Everyone got out and followed Sim down an alley and into an empty building. UT was in there waiting. “Hey, where’d ye come from, UT?” Mac asked. “Sim contacted us in the second Forester. He led me here,” UT explained.
“But why?” Truth asked. “You guys took something from the Merovingian, right?” Sim asked. “Yeah…so?” Hitman asked.
“Wait, we did?” BackDoor asked, confused. O2’s face showed the same confusion. “We took a code from him. Sent some nasty guys after it, but we took care o’ him,” explained Mac. “Then we hid the code,” said UT. “And now you guys have the biggest bounty on you, only time a bounty’s been greater is when the last One rolled through town,” said Sim. Several responses followed this statement. “What?” “No way!” “And the day keeps getting better and better…”
“Then why won’t you let us take the exit?” UT demanded. “They’re all being watched,” Sim explained. “Then we’ll just find another exit,” said Hitman. “No. Almost every exit in the city is being watched.” “So now what?” truth asked to no one in particular. Sim grinned. “Notice how I said ‘almost’.”

OOOHhhhhh.....the plot thickens....like so much lumpy gravy! :cool: Very VERY good stuff O2...I'm always on edge reading this...keep going!!! What a great start to the mornin'! :)

Really. Great stuff O2. This story just....flows. Every chapter is a new twist, every action scene is gripping, every conversation sounds real. And such a good plot :)

“I think I’ve heard of this Merovingian,” said O2 as the group followed Sim down a trap door and through a dark corridor, “He’s like a French program-mafia leader, right?” “Yeah, something like that,” said Hitman.
The corridor was dark and dirty. There was an unpleasant smell wafting through it, too. Sim stopped at the end of the hall, a ladder leading up to another trap door. He climbed up and opened the door, then crawled out and helped UT come up. The others followed.
Now they were in a small shack, just barely large enough for everyone to fit in.
“Outside, there’s a wide alley. At the end is the exit,” said Sim as he opened the door.
Sim’s description matched. The alley was grungy, but it wasn’t small. It was wide enough to fit two SUVs in front of each other. The buildings on the side seemed to be the backs of stores or something, because doors lined the alley’s edges. There was a green phone booth at the other end.
“Thanks Sim,” said UT. “All in a day’s work,” said Sim.
The group headed straight for the exit.
“Finally, we’re getting out of here,” said BackDoor. “Well, not quite yet,” said Sim. “What do ye mean?” Mac asked.
At that moment, slam! Slam! Slamslamslam! The doors burst open all around the fighters, revealing several people in expensive clothing with all kinds of guns. In the group were the twins.
“Great,” said Mac, “Our pallies invited some friends.” The rogue programs quickly surrounded the rebels, who drew their own weapons. Hitman threw out his right hand. Nothing happened. “Don’t bother,” said one of the twins. The ground beneath Mac began to ripple. The other twin raised his gun to Truth. Mac got the message and the ground went back to normal.
BackDoor turned to Sim. “You! You did this!” He accused. “Hey, I’ve got a debt to pay off,” said Sim with a shrug. “Too bad you won’t live long enough to collect it,” BackDoor said, pointing his gun at Sim. Two programs, a man with a weird haircut and tattoos on his face, and a man with red hair in a long ponytail, stepped between BackDoor and Sim, their weapons raised threateningly. BackDoor lowered his gun.
“Drop your weapons,” one of the twins commanded. “And if we don’t?” UT asked.
“Come on, let’s not make this messy,” said the other twin.
One by one, the rebels dropped their weapons. Truth flung her sais at Sim, which just messed gouging him. They landed stuck in the wall. Mac tossed his katana, still sheathed, at one of the twins, who caught it. “It’s a piece of work. Ye break it, ye buy it,” said Mac.
“This way,” said the other twin. The fighters were led to one of the many doors, which the twin unlocked with a key. The door opened to the grand hall of the Merovingian’s château, grand staircase and all.
The Merovingian, with Persephone at his side, was waiting.
“Ah, here ze are,” he said, appearing to welcome the rebels, “Ze great fighters zemselves. Ah, and I am told you are great t’ievez az well! Here, sit. Let us discuss zis matter how you say…in a civilized manner.” Amazingly, O2, Mac and Truth did sit on one of the two luxurious couches.
“I suggest you free us, now,” said UT warningly. “Or what? My followers are well prepared should you deezide to fight,” said the Merovingian. “But if you kill us, you will gain nothing,” UT pointed out. “Ah, you zee? Zis is why zere is no violenze necessary. No one wins.”

Heh heh...Mero's makin' the rounds! NICE work as always...so we're great t'ievez? lol

"So what is it, exactly, that you want?" UT asked.
"Pleaze, do not play zis game. You know well what I want. Zee problem eez, you ave taken what I want and heedeen eet. I take zat az a form of hoztilitee," the Merovingian replied.
"You're one to talk," said Hitman, rolling his eyes.
"So...what? You want us to tell you where it is? Fat chance," said BackDoor.
"Wrong, I want your captain to bring zee code to moi, well zee rest of you ztay ere az..how you zay...leverage," answered the Merovingian with a curt smirk to UT.
"Why UT?" Truth demanded.
"You follow her orderz, eet eez her rezponzibeeleety," the Merovingian answered, still taking pleasure in UT's glare.
"If those are your terms, I have no problem with them," UT answered.
"Ah, good," said the Merovingian as he motioned to two of his henchmen, who stepped forward, "Zey will make sure you do not...attempt anyzing." He said to the henchmen, "Eef she triez to ezcape, shoot her." The henchmen nodded dutifully.
UT followed the two men to the door, which one of them opened with a key, and it opened up onto the very street as before, stepped through, and the door closed.
The Merovingian looked over the group, who each gave him a looked of pure hate...except one, who was seemingly captivated by the floor. The Merovingian didn't like to be ignored, so he addressed her directly, "I would think zat of all people, YOU would ave zeen zis coming." Oracle2.0 slowly raised her head.
"Leave her alone!" said BackDoor warningly. The Merovingian didn't hide his delight in at least making one person upset.
O2 felt very cold. She had never felt anything like this before, as though something inside of her had died. She felt very sad and depressed, and no matter how hard she tried to shake the strange emotion, it wouldn't go away.
"Perhapz you would like some wine or something to eat?" siad the Merovingian, still messing with the fighters, who were now his hostiges, "Oh, of courze, particpating in zuch activities are pointlez to you, are zey not?"
"Ye know, that accent is REALLY annoying, pallie," said Mac through gritted teeth.
The Merovingian cocked an eyebrow. "You are ze one to talk," he said.

Lol-I get that part about the accents! :D
Good one...I can't wait to see him get what he deserves! It's one whole crew of heros! Who can stand up to that?! :D

Ah, O2- I bow to your fiction-writing abilities! I love this- and soooo funny! Nice one :)

aw, thanx guys!!! :D glad to know I'm keeping you guys entertained!

Persephone stood at the balcony over looking the grand hall. She glared down at the scene below her, the crew of the Siren circled by the renegade programs, who had their guns ready incase of any resistance. Her husband ascended to stairs to her, tenderly resting his arm on her shoulder.
“I tire if this pointless observation, my love,” she said, “Couldn’t we…make the time pass faster?”
“Not now, mi amore,” the Merovingian replied, “Eet eez my prezance zat keepz zem at bay, not ze guns.”
“Do not be so sure. They are getting more powerful. I can feel it…”
“We ave survived ze otherz. Bezidez, onze we get ze code, all of zem put together will still not be strong enough to stop uz.”
“Still, I am bored,” Persephone complained. The Merovingian’s eyes fell on O2, who still seemed to be depressingly daydreaming. His eyes glinted with an idea.
“Watch zis,” he said, as he descended the stairs.

Truth glanced over at one of the twins. The twin noticed and made a kissing movement with his lips. Truth glared back. Unfortunately, Mac had seen the twin and stood up, ready to kick the twin’s butt.
Hitman saw the eventual confrontation and stood in front of Mac. “Later,” he said in a low voice, “I promise.”
BackDoor joined the group in what was now a small huddle, “This is ridiculous. We have to fight our way out of here. Now.”
“Yeah, we can take them. It’s not like we’re out numbered,” said Hitman.
“But they have the advantage,” said Mac.

While this conversation was taking place, the Merovingian walked right up behind O2 and whispered in her ear, “You can feel her death, can’t you?”
Caught in the surprise and anger that the Merovingian had dared to get so close to her, O2 tightened up on her arm and shot her elbow backwards, attempting to catch him in the face and hopefully break his nose. However, he moved back so that she missed. O2 stood up and whirled around. “Who are you talking about?” she demanded. “Your namezake, az jhe put so eloquently,” the Merovingian replied.
By now, the others had noticed the commotion.
“I told you to leave her alone!” said BackDoor angrily.
O2 retreated to the other side of the room, desperate to get as far away from the Merovingian as possible.
“What did he say, O2?” Truth asked.
“He…he says the Oracle is dead…” said O2, not wanting to believe it.
“And let me guess, you killed her, right?” Hitman demanded.
“Helping rebelz…a dizgrace to all of AI. Jhe dizevered eet,” said the Merovingian curtly.
“Donnah believe him! He’s a liar, ye can smell it,” said Mac.
“Yeah, you’re just playing a game, aren’t you?” BackDoor said.
“Not a very fun game though,” said Truth.
“Ah, yez, eet iz a game, a game of truth and liez. Eez your precious oracle still geeiving you patheteec rebelz eenformation you are too lazy to get yourzelvez, or am I telling ze truth, and you are lost in ze dark?”
Above in the balcony, Persephone raised an eyebrow. “Thank you for some entertainment, my love,” she said with a rare smile.

Oh that's a nice piece! You've certainly nailed everyone's character down, especially Truth and Mero's (IMHO) Truth is right: you have the gift. I'm eager to see what's next now...

LMAO...always great stuff!

"Ye know, that accent is REALLY annoying, pallie," said Mac through gritted teeth.
The Merovingian cocked an eyebrow. "You are ze one to talk," he said.

Best line yet!! LOL...can't wait for the next one...Agreed, you have the gift!

lol-'the gift', eh? :D thank you so much for the compliments, guys!

Jetfire was typing frantically. Where the hell did everyone go? The crew was there one minute, gone the next. Hitman hadn't used the cell, so Jet had lost the tracker. UT had showed up recently, but she didn't have the cell on her, so he couldn't contact her.
"Okay, I'll call the cell, see if anyone picks up," Jet thought, "If no one does...well, that just won't happen."

"The Oracle can't be dead. I just saw her," said O2, shaking her head. The others were surprised at this news.
"When?" Hitman asked.
"When...when I was hurt...I saw her."
"Did she say anythin'?" Mac inquired.
"Well...she did say I wouldn't see her again, but-" suddenly, O2 remembered: "It can’t be hidden in the Matrix, he’ll find it. And don’t try to destroy it; trying that could tear the whole system apart. You have to hide it in someone."
"Ohmygod-UT!" O2 said in sudden realization.

UT walked down the street, the two programs escorting her with their weapons in hand. UT's mind was racing. She couldn't let the Merovingian get the mysterious code. Then again, not giving him the code could result in the harming of her crew. There just had to be someway to get out of here...

"So let me get this straight: UT is supposed to somehow get the code insdie her?" BackDoor asked.
"I'm pretty sure," said O2. The group was now circled together, trying to figure out what to do.
"But what about the Oracle?" Truth asked, "Is she alive or dead?"
There was a pause, but finally Mac said in a low, regretting voice, "I know one way..." He looked at O2.
"No," said O2 firmly.
"Why no' lass?" Mac asked.
"I just.." O2 couldn't answer.
"Look, that's not important now, anyway," said Hitman, "It's just a distraction from what we have to do now: get the hell out of here."
"Agreed," said BackDoor.

I smell a scheme brewing.....heh heh heh...hmmmmm....where to next? :D

“Okay, all we need is to get their weapons away from them,” said Hitman in a low whisper, just loud enough for his comrades to hear, “BackDoor, you can take care of that, right?”
“Absolutely,” BackDoor replied.
“Good. Now I shouldn’t have to tell the rest of you what to do once Mero’s thugs are unarmed,” said Hitman with his mischievous grin.
BackDoor casually stood up and surveyed the room. He took a deep breath, and then…ZOOM! He was just a blur to anyone else observing, including the surprised exile programs. He unarmed each of the programs before they had any time to react. Now it was payback time.
The fighters attacked their captures at once. O2, BackDoor, and Hitman took on three henchmen, kicking, swiping, hitting, and leaping.
Truth noticed a handy advantage. There were different kinds of weapons on the wall on the staircase. She grinned and went to go pick one out.
“I’ll be takin’ that sword back now, lads,” said Mac as he approached the twins. The twins looked at each other. Then the one on the right took out the sheathed katana and drew it out.
“Come and get it,” he said with a mocking smile.
Hitman was in the middle of hand-to-hand combat with one of the programs-a man with tan skin and short, curly black hair-when his cell rang unexpectedly.
“Oh great, what timing!” said Hitman with gritted teeth as he dodged a blow.

The Merovinigan and his lover saw the scene unfolding and decided to take the opportunity to take leave. BackDoor saw them attempting to make a get away, so he rushed up the stairs to the balcony doors, blocking the way.
“Aw, going so soon, Mero? We’ve only gotten started!”
“Get out ov zee way boy! Yew do not know weeth whom yew are deeling wit!” The Merovingian said warningly. BackDoor responded by moving his arms gracefully to a pose with the back of his hands facing outwards, one about six inches in front of the other, making the “Bring it” motion.
“I think I’ll take my chances,” he said.

Hitman flipped his opponent over, and then finally answered the cell.
“Yeah?” he answered.
“What the- what are you guys doing up in the mountains?” Jetfire’s voice demanded.
“We got invited to Mero’s château, and it would’ve been rude not to accept,” said Hitman with gritted teeth, “Hang on.” He jump kicked another on coming henchman.
“Okay, now then…”
A henchman raced at Truth on the stairs. Thinking quickly, she grabbed a wicked looking whip off the wall, then waved the whip in an S-shape, it cracking evilly at the attacker. She then waved the whip in a circular motion above her head, then snapped in down onto the attacker’s neck, so it coiled around the neck, choking him. Then Truth kicked him hard in the chest, and he fell down the stairs, unraveling the whip at the same time.
O2 uppercut the man she was fighting, then jumped up and pushed both of her feet off his chest, back flipping to get back on balance.
Macleod dodged the swipes of the katana, but it wasn’t easy. The twin was almost as skilled at the weapon as he was. Mac had to leapfrog over the twin at one point to avoid being cut in half.
“You’re good, pallie, but ye’re not good enough!” Mac declared. The twin turned, but Mac was ready. He grabbed the twin’s wrist and twisted it hard, snapping it. The twin went ghost so that the wrist would heal, and as he did, Mac grabbed the sword.

Oh yeah great action! No one takes my katana and gets away with it, not even a Twin! :D Make me kick his ass, O2, I'm still loving your work!...

LMAO...always a classic! Kick his @$$ Macleod!!!! LMAO! I always enjoy your episodes, O2...MORE!!!!

As usualu O2- you don't disappoint! Your action scenes are so skillful :)

As soon as Mac got a good grip on his katana, he swung it at the twin, who went ghost and the sword passed right through him. Mac swore angrily.
Truth heard him and leapt down the stairs to help.
“Hey, Hitman,” O2 called, “Let’s give BD a hand, shall we?” Hitman followed her eyes to BackDoor, standing between Mero and Persephone and the door. Hitman grinned. “Yes, let’s.”
Truth cracked her whip at the second twin, who’d decided to give his buddy a hand.
Mac swung his sword at his opponent, this time so fast, the twin didn’t have time to go to ghost mode, so he received a diagonal slash across his torso. Mac grinned, “Noh so untouchable now, are ye?”
The twin glared at him. He went to ghost mode and the wound healed.
“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” he said smugly.
Persephone drew a revolver from her waistband and fired at BackDoor. But he dodged and swerved from the bullets, eerily similar to the way an agent would.
“Woman, shoot him!” The Merovingian said in an irritated tone. Persephone attempted once more-but before she could pull the trigger, O2 came from behind, grabbed her arm, and wrestled the gun away. Unfortunately, O2 came in contact with Persephone’s skin, thus causing her to have a vision. She had to grab the banister so she wouldn’t fall, her eyes were shut tight, and she seemed to be shaking.
Hitman pulled her up. “You okay?” he asked concernedly. O2 opened her eyes. “Yeah, I’m over it.”
The revolver only had one shot left, so O2 emptied it and tossed it aside.
“Come now,” said the Merovingian, “We can zettle zis wit’out such violence. Surely zere iz zomet’ing I ‘ave zat you want.”
BD, O2, and Hitman exchanged looks.
“We really wouldn’t gain that much from kicking his wimpy ass,” BackDoor admitted, “Except for a warm fuzzy feeling.”
“Hey, that’s enough for me,” said O2.
Hitman sighed. “Actually, we really don’t have the time to. Which is really too bad, cause I was looking forward to throwing you over that balcony,” he said looking at the Merovingian, “So how about you give us the keys to Maroon and fifth, and we’ll be on our merry way.”
The Merovingian dug into his pocket and pulled out a ridiculously huge ring of keys. He flipped through them until he came to one with silver lining and M5 etched into it. He tossed it to BD, who caught it.
Hitman glanced over at Macleod, Truth, and the twins, who were still fighting with each other.
“Call off your ghost twin..things,” he said to the Merovingian. The Merovingian barked an order in French and the twins stood very still. Mac and Truth looked up to the balcony.
“We’re outta here guys,” said Hitman. He and BD began to leave, but O2 remained.
“What do yew want?” The Merovingian demanded.
O2 answered as she began to approach him, “I want the damn truth.” With that, she punched him hard across the face. BackDoor looked back at the sound and saw O2 standing, her eyes closed, but she wasn’t appearing as weak as she had when she’d had the past visions. The Merovingian was holding his jaw tenderly and Persephone was swearing at O2 in French.
O2 opened her eyes at looked at BackDoor.
“What did you see?” he asked.
O2 looked at him with eyes that showed expectance and disbelief and sadness and anger all blurred together.
“She’s dead. And that son of a ***** killed her,” O2 answered as she descended the steps with BackDoor


sorry, I know you guys wanted a big Mac vs Twin scene, but I just didn't have the time! :(
Beware! Twists ahead! ;)

LMAO!!! You are hilarious...I love this series!
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The twin glared at him. He went to ghost mode and the wound healed. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?” he said smugly.
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“Woman, shoot him!” The Merovingian said in an irritated tone.
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“We really wouldn’t gain that much from kicking his wimpy ass,” BackDoor admitted, “Except for a warm fuzzy feeling.”
“Hey, that’s enough for me,” said O2.

LMFAOROTFLMAO!!!!! That's awesome!!! You're getting better than me at the witty reparte...LOL...well, almost...LOL! J/k. PLEASE KEEP THIS UP! Great stuff!

lol-*bows* thank you, thank you :D

UT was shoved down the ladder leading to the sewers. The two programs glared down at her from the surface.
"Aren't you coming?" she demanded.
"Don't come back in 10 minutes, we report back and you're entire crew will be killed," replied one on the program exiles.
UT continued to climb down into the horris smelling darkness.

Hitman kicked open the gray door between Maroon and 5th.
"Okay, the goals are simole: Find UT. Then find that code," he said.
"There!" said Truth, pointing at the two men standing near an open man hole cover.
As the group closed in, Mac commented matter of factly, "Darn good thing the street's deserted, aye?"
"Tell me about it. Last thng we need now is an agent trio," said BackDoor.

A hand tapped one of the men. When he turned, Hitman hit him hard across the face. The other reached for his weapon, but Mac was there. He side-kicked him hard in the chest, then elbowed him hard in the face.
Truth and O2 scrambled down into the sewer.
"Oh man! Geez- did you guys have to hide it HERE?" BackDoor complained as he followed the women.
"UT!" Truth called, "Ultimate Trinity!"
"How many 'UT's' do you think are in the sewers?" said BackDoor sarcastically.
Truth turned around to yell at him. As she did, no one noticed O2 go down one corridor, as though she knew exactly where to go.
She didn't know why she was walking this way. She just knew she was supposed to.

UT lifted up a gray rock. Underneath it, the violet code gleamed in the dark. She picked it up. It was so warm; it filled her witha sort of glowing feeling as she touched it.
She turned when she heard O2 wading toward her.
"Hey," said O2, "Surprised?"
UT thought for a moment. "Strangely...no."
O2's face fell into half disappointed, half totally serious.
"You what the code is, then?"
"Yeah...but how-"
"I don't know. But we have to hide that code. NOW."

UT showed the gleaming code to O2, expecting her to take it. But O2 just looked at it, then at UT.
"What do we do?" UT asked.
"You already know," O2 replied.
UT looked from O2 to the shiny, valuble treasure in her hand. UT closed her eyes. Then she placed the code on her forehead...and somehow it seemed as though her head absorbed the code.
Suddenly, it was as though something new flowed in her veins. Everything flet newly sensationed. Not only that, but she could feel EVERYTHING. She felt the walls, the sewer water, the cold draft, a rat at the end of the tunnel, she could even feel O2.
UT opened her eyes. She saw the Matrix code. She saw it as it formed the tunnel around her. She saw it as it formed O2.
"Well...con gradulations, "said O2, "You're the new One."
Suddenly, UT could feel somehting strange. It felt just odd at first, but the feeling soon revealed it self as something awakening...something bad.
"What the-what's going on?"
"UT! Thank goodness you're okay!"
"What were ye two doing here by yerselves?"
The others had found them.
Hitman turned to O2.
"Did you say...what I think I heard you say?"
"Yes," UT answered, "The anomoliac code had to be hidden inside someone. The only way to do that was for someone to become the One again. So..."
There was a long pause.
"Mary, mother of God," said Truth as she put her hand over her mouth in awe.
More silence. Eventually, Hitman suggested wisely, "Okay guys...we've been stuck in here WAY too long. Let's find an exit."

Whoa...

Uh huh...so that explains the "Ultimate" in UT...lol...very cool...as always, an excellent entry...now what?

"Jet, where's the closest exit?" Hitman asked.
"Less than a block away. It's in a booth on Summit," Jet answered. Hitman hung up.
The group climbed up the ladder to the street.
"So I guess we're finally-" Truth began, but Mac clapped his hand over her mouth.
"At this point, lass, I'm noh gonna risk jinxin' it," said Mac, half kidding, half serious.

As the group headed toward Summit, an unseen figure watched in silence. He appeared to be an agent, but if you took the care to look closer, you'd notice that, unlike the other agents, he didn't have an ear piece.

time for school, I'll continue later to day

hee hee hee...i smell...Smith....

Haha...a great piece. Sorry I've been away so long. This was so Diablo-esque! :p

That's a twist alright! Nicely done!

I just spent the last half hour reading this entire fan-fic. I like your stlye extremely, and I love the comical remarks. I would rate this a 10 out of 10. Superb (Mortal Kombat) job, keep it up.

Go on give us another one :D. I REALLY like it. Can't wait to read some more.

Just got caught up with the newer chapters...and it's awesome, ****ing awesome. Go UT! :D

:D cool! new fans! Been busy lately guys, I'll have a new chapt up soon!

It was like waking up from a terrible nightmare when the group reached the phone booth. They looked at each other, fatigued, bruised, and bloodied. Finally they were going home; but no one spoke, for there was still that fear of jinxing the whole thing that hung in the air, almost like a bad smell. Everyone jumped when the phone rang. It rang again as they looked at each other expectantly for someone to answer it.
Finally, Mac said, nudging Truth toward the booth, “Ye first, lass.” She hesitated, but she went in the booth and put the receiver to her ear. She closed her eyes…and a smile crept over her face as a silvery substance began to spread over her body until it covered her, then she began to disappear until she’d vanished completely. The phone hovered in the air for a second or two, then fell. Mac grabbed it and hung it back up. The smell had given way to a cool breeze of relief.
“Mac you next,” said BackDoor. Mac opened his mouth as though to object, but the phone rang and he grabbed it instantly.
“You go next, O2,” said BackDoor. O2 nodded.
UT still felt uncomfortable. Ever since she’d gotten it in the sewers, she couldn’t get rid of that feeling that something or someone was near…and it wasn’t anything good.
Mac was gone and O2 hung the phone back up and waited. The phone rang and she took it.
But suddenly she looked over at Hitman, BackDoor, and UT with fear in her eyes.
“What is it?” Hitman asked.
“Run,” she said.
“What?”
“Ru…” it was too late, she’d exited.
BackDoor reachd to hang the phone up, but from out of nowhere a bullet blasted the phone to pieces. BackDoor got out of the phone booth and along with UT and Hitman looked to where the bullet had come from.
There, in the opening of the alley was a figure in a black suit with red hair and dark sunglasses, his Desert Eagle still raised from the shot.
Hitman swore.
“…an agent.”
“No,” said UT, “Look.” She was looking behind them. BackDoor and Hitman turned to see to more agents behind them…and they looked very familiar.
“What the… These agents are triplets or something?” said BackDoor.
“No…it’s Smith,” said Hitman.
“Who?”
“Not a lot of people no about him…he was from the last One’s time…but how could he be here? He’s dead or deleted or whatever…” said Hitman, he turned to UT, “Right?”
“Apparently not,” UT replied.

ooooo sneeky! But now what? Argggh O2- you have me on the edge of my seat!

Did I die? Or am I just not in this part...?

relax, you're in the next epi, I promise.

Truth pulled the cable out of O2’s neck. O2 opened her eyes and looked up at her with a worried look.
“What the hell just happened?” Jetfire demanded from his operator post at the monitors with the flowing green code. Mac was behind him.
“An agent?” he asked.
“No,” Jetfire replied, “Doesn’t read like one. I’ve never seen this encryption before. Hey-what the…”
“What is it?” Truth asked.
“Whoever this guy is…he can copy himself…See this code there? Well look over here,” Jetfire said, pointing to different points on the screen.
“They’re identical,” said Mac.
“How can that be possible?” Truth asked.
“His name’s Smith. He’s some kind of rogue agent. He can copy himself onto other programs,” said Mac. Everyone stared at him.
“How do you know?” Jetfire asked.
“Hitman told me about him a while back. But Smith’s dead. Neo killed him. At least…that’s what it’s been thought all this time,” said Mac.
“If that’s the case…then I can guess how he’s back,” said Jetfire.
“How?” Truth asked.
“In certain systems, to ensure that nothing is lost in the event of, say a sudden power loss or glitch, everything has a copy saved somewhere in the master file. A fail-safe if you will. The matrix is one of these systems. Every program, sentients, and viruses, like Smith, have a copy. All they need is to be activated. Take the anomaliac code, for example. It was activated when Neo died because it’s purpose was to keep its carrier alive. And, since I’m guessing Smith’s purpose is to destroy the anomaliac code, once it was activated again he was activated again as well,” Jetfire explained.
“Oh no…” said O2, putting her hand over her mouth.
“UT,” said Mac, “He’s gonna try to kill UT.”
“This is all my fault!” said O2.
“Come on, that’s not true,” said Truth kindly.
“Yes it is! I was there! I’m the one who…” O2 buried her face in her hands. God, this was too much. First Jake Nisco, then the Oracle, now UT. Jesus, she was responsible for two, possibly three people’s deaths (well, not exactly the Oracle’s, but it felt the same as though she was).
“Look, I’m going to redirect them to an exit,” said Jetfire.
“Send us back in. We have to help them,” said Mac heading back to his chair.
“No. You’re not going anywhere. The others wanted you out and you’re staying out. Don’t worry, UT’s the One now, right? I’m sure they’ll be okay,” said Jetfire.

Smith spoke in his usual slightly superior, slightly monotonous voice, “I’m afraid that call can’t come through…at least not until we’ve gotten a chance to get acquainted.” The clones moved in slowly.

I can't believe i read these two new parts so late!!! But...SMITH! Ahh! That's a really good explaination too. Can't wait for the next part...post it sooooooooon....

sry it's been so long since a new epi, guys :( I'll post a new one today.

“Allow me to…introduce myself,” said Smith.
“We already know who you are,” said UT.
“Is that so? Well, then perhaps you should introduce yourselves,” said Smith. BackDoor and Hitman were keeping their eyes on the Smiths behind them.
“My name is UltimateTrinity. This is BackDoor and Hitman, but let’s skip the unpleasantries, shall we?” said UT. Smith cocked an eyebrow.
“UltimateTrinity…” he said in a low voice, mostly to himself.
The Smiths struck. One tried to thrust his hand into Hitman’s chest, but Hitman grabbed his wrist and twisted it, snapping it, then kicked the Smith so hard that he went flying into a brick wall. BackDoor did a jump kick and a couple of hard hits in the face to his Smith.
“I thought this Smith guys was supposed to be tough,” BackDoor said to UT with a grin.
“I wouldn’t smile just yet,” said UT. She was looking behind BackDoor. He turned, and once he saw what UT was seeing, he swore aloud. Apparently, Smith had gotten very busy very quickly. A couple dozen Smiths were closing in on the group.

“Jet, come on, there’s got to be something we can do,” said Truth. Jet was looking intently at the screens, typing and clicking. Then he paused.
“What is it?” Macleod asked. Jet smiled.
“I think we’re going to get some help very soon,” he said.

Meanwhile, just behind the corner of the small street where UT, BD, and Hitman were battling the Smiths, a little girl with dark skin and hair with deep, brown eyes in a yellow dress munched on a cookie. A hand touched her shoulder kindly and the figure said quietly, "Stay here." The little girl nodded obediantly

SERAPH!!!!!!!
right? I'm right, right? Right? RIGHT?!?
hee hee....
very cool, as always! :cool:

Oh yeah-and the girl thing! Seraph...somehow he strikes me stronger as Smith's equal than Neo :D

Hitman hurled a Smith into some other Smiths, knocking them down like bowling pins. Suddenly, three smiths came from behind and pinned him to the ground.
“Your fate is inevitable Mr. Hitman,” said the one Smith not holding Hitman down. He thrust his hand into Hitman’s chest. A black liquid spread over Hitman’s body from where the hand had made contact. Behind his glasses, Hitman’s eyes widened in shock. He could feel Smith taking him over, then feeling nothing.
UT saw Hitman was in trouble. Damn it, they’d lost all their weaponry at the Merovingian’s château. Her eyes spotted a ‘No Parking’ sign. Yeah, that’d work well enough. Not consciously aware of what she was doing, UT stretched out her hand toward the sign. She focused fully on it.
There was a whisper in her mind, growing stronger and stronger… “Lift up…Lift up…NOW!” The pole vibrated, ever so slightly…then the pole shot out of the ground, flying to UT’s hand. She gripped it tight and sent a bone-shattering blow at the Smith copying onto Hitman. The black liquid followed its origin.
UT also whacked the other two Smiths, one with the end of the pole in the chest, the other with a baseball-bat like swing in the head.
“Alright there?” she asked.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” said Hitman, shaking it off.

BackDoor was zooming past Smiths, hitting each one he passed. They were no match for his super-speed. Then a Smith stuck his foot out at just the right moment. BackDoor ended up skidding head first on concrete.
“Using all the moves…except the ones that matter?” said one Smith, pointing to his temple.
“Well, not quite,” said BackDoor.
He grabbed the leg of the closest Smith by the leg, flipped to his feet, in the same move kicking three more Smiths, then, using the Smith he’d grabbed, he smacked the dozen or so surrounding him.

UT was hitting Smiths left and right. Eventually, one bold Smith grabbed the pole. UT and the Smith wrestled on the ground, but unfortunately the other Smiths joined in and UT’s only weapon was gone.
The Smiths had formed a circle around Hitman, UT, and BackDoor by now. The lead Smith, now holding the pole, stepped forward. He bent the pole, apparently trying to provoke some intimidation. He tossed it aside.
“Why must you three