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By Catherine
Part I
Trinity looked up from her work. Neo was standing there. He moved to her - smoothly, swiftly. He spoke, ‘Morpheus wants us to go in.’
Glancing sharply at Neo Trinity spoke, ‘What? It hasn’t been five weeks since Vad-’
‘I know, but the new potential? Morpheus thinks the Agents are on to her.’
‘Damn it.’ Trinity stepped up from where she had been welding part of a metal wall together. Taking Neo’s hand she went with him to the Core where the rest of the crew were gathered. Her eyes glanced over them - Neo, Tank, Mega and Healer - before finally coming to a rest on their trusted leader, Morpheus.
Morpheus spoke, ‘Tank, start loading up the program. Healer, you stay with Tank. You will need to assist her when we bring her in.’
‘You’re bringing her in already?’ Trinity was surprised. It was unlike their leader to bring someone in without making contact first. Morpheus seemed to guess that.
‘Neo shall contact her first Trinity, in much the same way you contacted Neo. But then we must hurry and bring her in during the same visit. We are running out of time.’
Time for what, Trinity wondered. Surely the Agents weren’t that close. Even if they were… She wondered what Morpheus wanted this potential for. Not even Neo knew.
‘Tank, load up the program. Healer, start plugging Mega in.’
Mega grinned. It would be her third time in the Matrix. She was still a newbie and was very glad that Morpheus had picked her to go on this important mission. Tank however, was not so glad. He didn’t say anything though as Healer plugged Mega in, then Neo and finally Trinity and Morpheus.
When the four were together in the dark, run-down motel room Morpheus picked up the phone. ‘We’re in.’
Neemon’s eyes widened in terror and she started to shriek as the insectlike thing buried into her. ‘We have you now, Ms Claxton’ came the slightly metallic voice. Neemon’s shrieking increased in volume until that was the only thing that filled the blackness that had overcome her.
The shrill ringing of a phone woke Neemon. She almost started to shriek again until she realized that she was in her own bed. Cautiously, Neemon lifted her white singlet top to reveal her stomach. Nothing there…Weird…Neemon could of sworn that some Secret Service guy had done something to her stomach with a buggy kind of thing. There was no time to ponder on that thought though, the phone’s annoying noise jolted Neemon back to the present. She lifted it.
‘Neemon, this call is being traced so I must be brief. Do you still want to know what the Matrix is Neemon?’
Tingles of excitement ran up and down Neemon’s spine. ‘Yes’ she whispered in an almost reverent kind of way.
‘Then meet us at the back door of Wizard’s Takeaway on Leichester. Hurry.’
The line went dead. Didn’t go back to a dial tone, just nothing. Weird…But again there was no time to think things over. Neemon grabbed a heavy black jumper and dragged it on. She already had on her baggy tracksuit pants - Neemon practically lived in those. She stuck her feet in a pair of Nike runners and grabbed her well worn cap, shaking out her long hair before sticking the cap on. Leaving the room, Neemon turned towards Leichester and started to run.
Neemon had been pacing for several minutes before the long black car arrived. Well it appeared rather then arrived, or so Neemon thought. Her thoughts had not been anxious ones or fearful, but instead they had been elated, excited ones. Meeting Neo the world famous at the dance club had been great, talking to him on the phone was too. But now, she was about to meet Morpheus, THE Morpheus. Neemon didn’t know how she knew, she just did. Same as she knew she was about to find out the truth. Truth about what though? Neemon was almost surprised by herself. Usually by now she would be in her ‘sarcastic’ mode. Weird…Suddenly Neemon noticed the car.
‘Get in. My name’s Trinity. I think you may be bugged.’
