Jacobs Ladder - Yesterday Night:
He sat in the same small lounge area he'd sat months ago - alone this time - his guest recently deceased. He marveled at how amusingly dark it was as a whole, he'd been there with the machinist liason back before it all -back before the majority of the hostilities - back when the general had pointed out the briefcase to the Zionist higher ups. The words echoed in his head from so many days ago - brought on by the events of that night.
You know it will happen sooner or later - for the sake of the system.
It happens to everything - though I imagine it won't be for a few years until that should happen Darminian.
All the same - you should be aware- they'll delete you when they are done with you.
I'm aware - I've accepted it - it's a part of the system - but again I'm sure it won't be anytime soon.
He chuckled as he knocked back his drink at the bar, turning he looked around the area. The club was empty save for the few stragglers that never left the raves and dances in this city. He throws a bill on the bar and moves toward the door - a clicking catches his attention as he stops and turns. Turning he finds himself staring down the barrel of a gun, a slender hand wrapped around the grip, a delicate finger pressing lightly on the trigger.
Lets take a walk.
You know you can have my number - I don't need all the show.
Funny scumbag - lets go.
He chuckled as she motioned towards the stairs leading to the VIP rooms above Jacobs Ladder. They moved up the stairs - her gun on him the whole time, they moved to the room at the very back and he moved through the doorway.
If your thinking what I'm sure you are, I'd like to at least know your name.
His chuckle was interrupted by a pistol whip to the back of his head. He fell to the floor rubbing the back of his head, and turned to look up at her. She pulled the hammer back on the pistol - and pointed it at him. She wore black from head to toe - and thick black shades to cover her eyes. Sizing her up - he noticed the peace she was holding was the new agent magnum.
Machinist eh - well I'll keep an open mind - suppose it'll get rough though.
She fired a round into his leg as blood splashed up covering a good part of the room.
Still got anything else to say terrorist?
Through gritted teeth, he chuckles and forces out:
What's your sign?
She moved forward and stepped on the hole that was where his calf had been, he moaned in pain and sucked in a deep breath through his teeth.
What no foreplay?
She put a fierce kick forward into his chest and sent his back colliding with the floor. Standing over him she put her gun at his face and finally replied.
I'm going to ask you some questions - you're going to answer them.
I've never really been into the dominatrix thing - but whatever you're into.
Her eyebrows moved closer together and she gritted her teeth - it was a cross between a cry of anger and annoyance as she raised the pistol and cracked him in the jaw again - sending a few teeth and some blood across the floor near his head. He grunted in pain and shut his eyes.
How do you want me to answer questions if my jaw is broken exactly?
You can write them in blood if you keep it up smart *CENSORED*.
He spit out some more blood and chuckled - the crimson pouring down the side of his mouth and staining the teeth he had left. He started to say something but she cut him off.
Shut up!
He grinned in his usual devilish manner.... With just a bit more blood.
Now - what did Tim give you and the rest of the neo fan club?
He remained silent that same grin on his face - watching her reaction.
Answer me! She shouted as pushed her foot harder into his wounded leg.
He sputtered out blood as he chuckled. Not very efficient my dear - you order me to be quiet and answer your question? God I'll feel insulted if they sent you specifically.
Listen you scum bag - if you don't start giving me some answers I'm going to make your life a living hell.
He chuckled recalling that famous line from way back when. Sorry dear- I'm really not interested in a relationship with you.
She took off her shades and threw them at the wall - she nearly shook with rage as her eyes widened and brow tightened, though gritted teeth she spoke again.
Alright you *CENSORED* - you want to play hardball - let's play hardball.
She moved the gun from his face to his lower abdomen......lower, lower abdomen - this time she grinned. The grin on Darminians face wained ever so slightly.
What did he give you people?
Everything.
Again she pulled the hammer back on the gun.
I know he didn't have any connections to the machines mainframe - they cut them off when he got kidnapped.
So then why are busting my uh...... why are you on my case about this?
Cause something doesn't fit - you boys are too cocky to have nothing.
Maybe were just happy to have one upped you and we don't really have anything.
Yeah - or maybe you're going to tell me - or I'm going to disarm you.
Tell you what?
Why did you bring him to the white halls?
For cinematic effect.
I'm not going to ask again.
She forced the gun forward into an .... Uncomfortable position.
The machine halls dear - the white halls are an interconnection of every place in the matrix and some places not quite in the matrix. Why what a delightful place to bring someone whose lost touch with his machinist roots but still holds oh so many machine secrets.
So what - you could have gone anywhere in the matrix big deal - what did it do for you and yours?
For my people - it didn't do anything - it's what it did for him.
What?
He's a program dear- a program with machine access.
What did he do?
He chuckled.
What did he do!?
She shouted now - Darminian was aware he was playing a dangerous game but her reaction was amusing.
They are the gateways to all the answers and secrets of the matrix - and the machines have always had the keys. What do you think he did my dear?
poppycock - they cut him off from the source he couldn't have given you anything relevant.
You seem to think the source and the matrix aren't connected anywhere - now let me ask you - theoretically - if they were, where would one find the gateway to it?
poppycock.
Of course it is - were just cocky cause we've got a bunch of e-mails from *CENSORED* we've known for as long if not longer than you. And everything I've told you now is a lie.
She blinked a bit and closed her eyes. This was his window - he withdrew his Lancet revolver and blasted the magnum from her fingers - she held her hand as blood poured down her wrist. He picked himself up off the ground and hobbled toward her - she backed up slowly till her back hit the door she'd come through. His smile returned.
If everything I told you was a lie- and I told you I was lying what would it mean?
She blinked once and her eyes rattled left to right as she worked through what he asked. When her eyes came back to meet with his - the bullet ripped through the front of her head. Popping some health pills he left the RSI and her pistol behind and moved out to the subway near by.
Darminian
