Posted: 2003-08-14 02:33pm
Chapter 8: Run Down
Neo smirked softly and cocked his head as he looked at each agent.
“Fellas.” he said softly.
“It’s the anomaly.”
“Do we proceed?”
“Yes.”
“He’s still only human.” Agent Brown hissed malevolently and strode up to Neo without hesitation unleashing a series of kicks to Neo’s head. The others could barely follow the agent’s moves but Neo seemed to lazily sidestep or duck under the flurry of kicks. He blocked another blow with his forearm then rapidly twisted the agent’s hand away and delivered a straight punch to the agent’s face.
Or tried to. Agent Brown caught Neo’s wrist after snaking his own hands around Neo’s off arm. Neo pressed the punch forward but Brown held the arm in place. Neo glanced quizzically at the agent. A small triumphant smile crossed the agent’s stern features.
“Hmmm…upgrades.” Neo concluded then whipped his arm out of Brown’s grasp and delivered a crushing hammer kick to the agent’s gut sending him tumbling away as the other two agents immediately swarmed Neo, arms and legs blurring as they attacked him from all angles.
Neo seemed to move at an almost leisurely pace, blocking a kick with one hand, deflecting a punch with the sweep of the other and sidestepping other attacks. He was like the calm in the center of a storm.
Morpheus frowned.
“We just lost Neo.” he concluded darkly.
“He can take them.”
“Yeah but they’re keeping him busy enough so that our friends have time to—” Morpheus grabbed Trinity’s arm and leapt out of the ruin of tables where he had landed moments before. A phased plasma beam crashed into the space where they had been a moment ago.
The black Terminator was advancing quickly, eyes tracking the two Zionists while the female Terminator paused to adjust her ruined arm flopping lifelessly as her side. Lying in broken glass the body builder Terminator seemed unconscious, head lolling to the side. Several shotgun blast wounds bled profusely as well as reducing his shirt to tatters.
Reese watched her closely.
She was more beautiful than he could have imagined.
Sara watched him for a moment, eyes drifted to the young man in sun glasses battling the three men in black suits then snapped back to the stranger that saved her from the body builder. She reluctantly took his hand and he savagely pulled her off her ass and hauled her next to him when he glanced back at his friends.
“What the hell is going on here?!” she shouted into his ear.
“We have to get you out of here NOW.”
Reese watched for a moment, uncertain what to do as he watched Morpheus and Trinity avoid the Black Terminator’s attack. The female Terminator emotionlessly shoved her arm back into the socket and rotated the shoulder joint clock wise then counter clock wise quickly. She glanced down at her arm, satisfied with the rapid field repair and strode over to Morpheus and Trinity.
He was about to join the battle when the sound of crunching glass alerted him that the other Terminator was down but certainly not out.
The bodybuilder’s hands flexed three times in quick succession and the machine sat up quickly, an angry glare on its face. The rapid damage in such a short time frame had initiated an instant self diagnostic loop that had put the machine out of action for precisely 8 seconds. Enough time to allow its CPU to examine all systems and sub systems and initiate any adjustments or repairs. What passed for being stunned among machines.
It pulled the Uzi off the floor and aimed to fire. Kyle had not time to react other than will himself to move faster, dragging Sara behind him and in his desperation his will to escape time dilated around him. It felt as if he were moving through molasses, his movements were languid and graceful, the sounds distorted by the bubble of time around him as the Matrix’s coding was altered by his will.
Then as suddenly as time dilated it sped up again and he was halfway to the door, eyes wide in shock as he saw the first Uzi bullets streaming past him like angry hornets, tiny vortices of air trailing behind them as they passed him.
“What the fuck-” he began and turned his head to see the Terminator on its feet and the audible click of its magazine running dry. Reese shouldered the back door and it splintered as he raced through it trailing Sara behind him. “We have to run!”
“Where?” Sara exclaimed.
Reese glanced around quickly. He saw a line of cars parked along the alley, a gray sedan was parked at the end of the line. He knew how to work that one. The other models looked too complicated and frankly fragile. He needed the closest thing to a tank as possible.
“Come on!” he urged and raced up the alley.
Behind him he heard the heavy footfalls of the Terminator as it cleared the doorway, turned and saw them. It started to trot after them. This was no good, a Terminator could easily run down a human in a flat out run. As they raced down the smelly alley he knocked down a few garbage cans behind him.
“Is that you?” Sara asked breathlessly as he heard the ringing for the first time. He glanced down at himself and heard it coming from the inside breast pocket of his battered trench coat. he hesitantly reached into the coat with one hand while glancing backwards to see the Terminator clear the obstacle of trash cans like a hurdler.
He pulled out a strange little device, it resembled a phone.
“Aren’t you going to answer it?” she asked trying to catch her breath but could not slow down as any attempt to do so prompted Kyle to pull her along harder.
He put the phone to his ear as he approached the car.
“Hello?”
“Kyle, it’s Link. You’re in trouble, what can I do to help?”
Kyle was confused as they reached the car and he bashed in the passenger side window with the butt of his shotgun. He reached in and unlocked the door, swinging it open furiously and grabbing Sara’s arm.
“Down!”
He pointed the shotgun underneath the open door where both of them huddled as if behind a shield.
“I need an escape route.”
“I can download a driver program.”
“I already know how to drive damn it!” Kyle snapped as he fired the shot gun aiming at the fuel tanks of one of the fancy sports cars. The first shot was too low, kicking off sparks and gravel. The Terminator was almost on top of them.
“I need a way out.”
“If you mean unplug you, I can’t do that unless you can get to a hard line and that would still leave a pretty big problem.” Link explained as the next shot caught the fuel tank of the car in front of them. Kyle was rewarded by an orange fireball that quickly rose up out of the alley.
He roughly shoved Sara into the passenger side and quickly crawled over her and slid into the driver’s side, slapping the key mounting on the side of the wheel with his shotgun. The key assembly fell apart and Kyle quickly started hotwiring the car.
“What’s the problem?”
“Who the hell are you talking to?” Sara demanded.
“If you punch out, I can’t pull Sara out with you. Morpheus has the red pill that would allow us to track her and unplug her from the construct. Unless she takes that pill, she’s stuck there.”
Kyle turned slowly and stared at Sara. She was terrified and she would be alone.
“No one gets to go home.” he whispered.
The Terminator heedless of heat and fire leapt over the fireball and landed on the hood of the sedan with a hard thud. Sara threw up her hands and screamed. Kyle desperately kicked the ignition on and pulled the steering wheel hard backwards as he simultaneously stomped on the gas. The car squealed as the tires spun on the hard pavement belching smoke smelling of burnt rubber. It backed out quickly, the Terminator took a moment to steady itself on the hood.
“Shit Kyle! He’s right on top of you!”
“No time to talk!” Kyle snapped and threw the phone into the back seat as he concentrated on driving. The Terminator steadied itself and cocked back its fist, eyes locked on Sara in the front seat. He drove his fist through the windshield and his hand caught the collar of Sara’s pink T-shirt.
She screamed in horror and clawed at the hand that gripped her like a vise.
Kyle reached out with one hand and tried to help her pry it off but knew better after a moment. A Terminator’s grip was something in the neighborhood of several hundred to a thousand psi and there was no way in hell he was breaking that grip. He jerked the steering wheel savagely to the right and the car fishtailed loudly out of the alley. Time dilated for a moment as the Construct’s physics model tried to compensate for the sudden influx of variables that had to be compensated for in a short period of time.
The Terminator pulled hard on her pink tee but the sedan fishtailed right into a parked car. The impact sent the Terminator sprawling off the hood into the parked car. Kyle smiled triumphantly as he spun the car and recovered control at the last moment, scraping against the parked car in a shower of sparks and hopefully against the downed Terminator as well.
He accelerated without looking back and flashed down a city street as a police car pulled into the scene of the accident.
The police officer quickly exited his vehicle glanced at the wreckage and the individual sprawled lifelessly against the ruined parked car. He shook his head ruefully and got back to his radio.
“This is unit 67 I have a hit and run on Topica and “” He paused as a shadow fell over him.
“Down!” Morpheus shouted as the female terminator leapt into the fray and released a blast from her plasma rifle. The intense red beams flashed between trinity and Morpheus as they spun away.
Trinity cart wheeled around the female Terminator as it focused on tracking Morpheus. She grinned with grim satisfaction as she came up on her ;left side, time dilated and Trinity started a spin kick, levitating a meter off the ground as she did so and caught the female Terminator’s right hand, knocking the plasma blaster from her hand.
The female Terminator started to react but it looked as if she were moving under water. Trinity continued smiling as she spun back to deliver a kick to the head. Suddenly time sped up again and Trinity could only watch in shock as the female Terminator’s right hand whipped out like a striking cobra, grabbing a hold of Trinity’s ankle and spinning around tightly, dragging Trinity behind her like a rag doll and finished the tight spin by slamming Trinity into the concrete pillar near the center of the club.
Trinity smacked the concrete pillar like a bat, the pillar itself shook with a deep thrum and cracks ran up and down the base of it. She slumped down to the floor, blood trickling from her mouth and the female Terminator cocked her head curiously as she examined the downed Zionist and suddenly brought her left leg back and delivered a vicious kick to Trinity’s mid section, lifting her off the floor and catapulting her past the dance floor to crash against the top of the bar where she simply slumped over and down behind it.
Back on the Nebuchadnezzar Link glanced back and watched Trinity convulse in her interface chair. He checked her vitals and looked back up on the screen.
“Come on Morpheus, get them out of there.” he muttered.
Morpheus entered a defensive dragon stance as the black terminator took up a position slightly behind and to the left and the female turned ominously in his direction, her left arm hanging down at an odd angel, left hand twitching spastically at odd intervals.
He nodded to himself. He had to stay to her left. Trinity’s mistake was taking her on the strong side.
The black Terminator made his move, firing a burst from his plasma blaster and essentially driving Morpheus towards the female Terminator which casually pulled the leg off an over turned table and spun it in tight circles preparing to attack.
Neo watched an agent’s hand lazily pass by as it tried to connect with a punch. He took a firm hold of the outstretched arm and rolled along the agent’s shoulder, kicking his legs out and connecting with Brown who was charging up behind the stunned agent. Brown let out a whoof of expelled air and flew backwards against the bare brick wall of the back of the club. Pieces of masonry drifted down around him as Brown slumped down to the floor.
Neo landed and with one languid sweep of his left hand caught and deflected a kick and punch combination and countered with a devastating open palmed blow to the agent’s face sending him stumbling backwards.
Neo took to the air as he detected the third agent sliding in behind him and time dilated. The Agents tried their best to fight through the interference but they were like flies trapped in amber and Neo delivered a series of kicks that took the remaining agents down crashing to the floor with hard audible thuds.
Neo landed as time kicked back on and inspected the downed agents. They would not be getting up soon. He nodded with satisfaction. The machines had obviously upgraded their agents but it was to no avail.
He heard Morpheus shout emphatically as he attacked and whipped his head around quickly to see Morpheus facing off against two of the Terminators. Where was Trinity? His brow furrowed in worry until he saw her slowly pulling herself out from behind the ruined bar. Blood was trailing from her mouth and she winced painfully as she cleared the bar.
They had hurt her.
A brief image of Trinity falling down among a shower of glass and the flash and roar of gunfire followed her. The street loomed below her and the agent looming over her like a dark angel.
They hurt her.
His jaw set and he turned his attention to the two Terminators.
Morpheus ducked under a broad sweep of a metal chair leg from the female Terminator obviously intended to decapitate him and kicked backwards connecting with the black Terminator’s gut. The black Terminator doubled over but caught Morpheus’ leg and twisted hard.
Morpheus was yanked off his feet and spun in midair like a top. Morpheus held out his arms and time dilated but the female Terminator reached in and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him back over her shoulder, throwing him against a security wire mesh wall.
Morpheus struck the wire mesh, landed on the floor on one hand and kicked out with both legs in a one, two combination striking the female Terminator in the small of her back. She stumbled forward slightly and as she tried to recover her balance the black Terminator surged forward to attack Morpheus.
Morpheus spun up to his feet and assumed the Mantis attack style, arms extended outward in a wide open invitation to attack, legs spread apart for maximum balance.
A wind suddenly surged around him, papers and loose articles of clothing whipped by him carried by the gale like wind and the black terminator was suddenly moving very slowly. It glanced around in surprise and a black shape seemed to materialize in front of it. Morpheus paused a s he could barely make out Neo in the midst of the sudden whirlwind and there was an intense anger etched on his face as he took a firm hold of each shoulder of the black Terminator and simply pulled.
The Terminator stood his ground, legs solidly planted on the ground and began pounding on Neo’s shoulders with jackhammer like speed. Neo kept on pulling. The Terminator suddenly looked down at both shoulders with an almost comical look of alarm. It looked back up at Neo and face set into a death mask of determination continued its assault.
Morpheus saw the female Terminator fishing on the floor for the plasma blaster the black Terminator had dropped. He set himself and took to the air. He soared overhead, hands up into tiger claws, legs tucked in close to his body and time dilated over the length of the leap.
Morpheus’ eyes narrowed on her as she found the gun, struggling against the time dilation turned to fire. He felt no fear, no apprehension, no doubts. He WOULD reach her in time.
She aimed, eyes coldly judging the distance, the plasma blaster whined and the eerie red light danced within the barrel.
Morpheus landed on her face with a bone jarring thud, driving his knee into her face and her head followed suit, driven backwards into the concrete floor. Her hand still held the pistol and his left hand swiped the gun away with an explosive tiger claw slash. The pistol clattered away and Morpheus rose cautiously.
Her beautiful face was crushed, the nose had been pushed all the way back into the skull, blood was pooling around its head, one eye crushed beyond repair filled the socket with blood and jelly. He watched with a dawning sense of horror as the female Terminator casually reached around and pulled the ruined eyeball from the socket and dropped it to the floor as of she had taken out a splinter. Her eye socket however was not empty as a glowing red mechanical eye flexed experimentally as it cleared the rest of the debris from the socket, then fixed on him.
“What the hell are you?!” Morpheus whispered. He had forgotten that these were machines like the agents. Agents however did not peel away flesh to reveal machinery beneath.
There was a loud shriek of metal tearing like paper and Morpheus turned and saw the Black Terminator torn in half from shoulder to shoulder, blood and gore exploding around Neo but revealing the endo skeleton beneath, torn asunder at the shoulders like some twisted flower of metal and flesh. Morpheus noted with some amazement that Neo was ankle deep in the concrete floor. The Terminator’s desperate pounding had driven Neo partially into the concrete. Any other Zionist would have been reduced to jelly under that assault. He noted that Neo rolled his shoulders as if working a kink out.
Neo shoved the ruined Terminator backwards and it landed on the floor with a crash.
“Let’s get out of here.” Neo said coolly as he strode over to Morpheus. The female Terminator was struggling to get up when Trinity walked right over her and shoved a black booted foot down on the Terminator’s collar bone and aimed an MP-5 at its ruined face.
“This is for the column back there bitch.” she snapped coldly and unloaded the entire clip into the Terminator’s face. The female Terminator jerked spastically and as Trinity’s gun clicked empty the Terminator lay still.
Trinity threw the gun off to the side as the sound of sirens became almost deafening and the squeal of tires as cars pulled to a fast stop followed.
Morpheus glanced around.
“Where’s Kyle?”
“And where’s the other one of these bad boys.” Trinity asked and rubbed her sore ribs.
Neo frowned as he felt out with his senses.
Morpheus’ phone range. He flipped it open as they started to make their way through the splintered back door.
“Link?”
“Sir, Kyle’s on his own heading down Wilsher. He’s got some units in pursuit. Sara’s with him and he won’t get to a hard line without her.” Link explained breathlessly.
“Dammnit.” Morpheus cursed as they exited the club as the police entered.
“I’m on it.” Neo stated grimly, whipped his overcoat tails around him and crouched down. The space around him bubbled and warped as if someone had dropped a large stone into the calm surface of a lake. He rocketed off the ground and vanished up into the dark night sky. Trinity watched him go.
“Let me guess, he’s doing his Superman thing.” Link surmised with bemusement.
“Link find us a hard line NOW.” Morpheus ordered as they began walking quickly into the night.
In Technoir the police swarmed quickly looking for the perps. No one noticed the female lying on the floor, face ruined by a horrible attack, twitch slightly, hands clenching and unclenching.
Neo smirked softly and cocked his head as he looked at each agent.
“Fellas.” he said softly.
“It’s the anomaly.”
“Do we proceed?”
“Yes.”
“He’s still only human.” Agent Brown hissed malevolently and strode up to Neo without hesitation unleashing a series of kicks to Neo’s head. The others could barely follow the agent’s moves but Neo seemed to lazily sidestep or duck under the flurry of kicks. He blocked another blow with his forearm then rapidly twisted the agent’s hand away and delivered a straight punch to the agent’s face.
Or tried to. Agent Brown caught Neo’s wrist after snaking his own hands around Neo’s off arm. Neo pressed the punch forward but Brown held the arm in place. Neo glanced quizzically at the agent. A small triumphant smile crossed the agent’s stern features.
“Hmmm…upgrades.” Neo concluded then whipped his arm out of Brown’s grasp and delivered a crushing hammer kick to the agent’s gut sending him tumbling away as the other two agents immediately swarmed Neo, arms and legs blurring as they attacked him from all angles.
Neo seemed to move at an almost leisurely pace, blocking a kick with one hand, deflecting a punch with the sweep of the other and sidestepping other attacks. He was like the calm in the center of a storm.
Morpheus frowned.
“We just lost Neo.” he concluded darkly.
“He can take them.”
“Yeah but they’re keeping him busy enough so that our friends have time to—” Morpheus grabbed Trinity’s arm and leapt out of the ruin of tables where he had landed moments before. A phased plasma beam crashed into the space where they had been a moment ago.
The black Terminator was advancing quickly, eyes tracking the two Zionists while the female Terminator paused to adjust her ruined arm flopping lifelessly as her side. Lying in broken glass the body builder Terminator seemed unconscious, head lolling to the side. Several shotgun blast wounds bled profusely as well as reducing his shirt to tatters.
Reese watched her closely.
She was more beautiful than he could have imagined.
Sara watched him for a moment, eyes drifted to the young man in sun glasses battling the three men in black suits then snapped back to the stranger that saved her from the body builder. She reluctantly took his hand and he savagely pulled her off her ass and hauled her next to him when he glanced back at his friends.
“What the hell is going on here?!” she shouted into his ear.
“We have to get you out of here NOW.”
Reese watched for a moment, uncertain what to do as he watched Morpheus and Trinity avoid the Black Terminator’s attack. The female Terminator emotionlessly shoved her arm back into the socket and rotated the shoulder joint clock wise then counter clock wise quickly. She glanced down at her arm, satisfied with the rapid field repair and strode over to Morpheus and Trinity.
He was about to join the battle when the sound of crunching glass alerted him that the other Terminator was down but certainly not out.
The bodybuilder’s hands flexed three times in quick succession and the machine sat up quickly, an angry glare on its face. The rapid damage in such a short time frame had initiated an instant self diagnostic loop that had put the machine out of action for precisely 8 seconds. Enough time to allow its CPU to examine all systems and sub systems and initiate any adjustments or repairs. What passed for being stunned among machines.
It pulled the Uzi off the floor and aimed to fire. Kyle had not time to react other than will himself to move faster, dragging Sara behind him and in his desperation his will to escape time dilated around him. It felt as if he were moving through molasses, his movements were languid and graceful, the sounds distorted by the bubble of time around him as the Matrix’s coding was altered by his will.
Then as suddenly as time dilated it sped up again and he was halfway to the door, eyes wide in shock as he saw the first Uzi bullets streaming past him like angry hornets, tiny vortices of air trailing behind them as they passed him.
“What the fuck-” he began and turned his head to see the Terminator on its feet and the audible click of its magazine running dry. Reese shouldered the back door and it splintered as he raced through it trailing Sara behind him. “We have to run!”
“Where?” Sara exclaimed.
Reese glanced around quickly. He saw a line of cars parked along the alley, a gray sedan was parked at the end of the line. He knew how to work that one. The other models looked too complicated and frankly fragile. He needed the closest thing to a tank as possible.
“Come on!” he urged and raced up the alley.
Behind him he heard the heavy footfalls of the Terminator as it cleared the doorway, turned and saw them. It started to trot after them. This was no good, a Terminator could easily run down a human in a flat out run. As they raced down the smelly alley he knocked down a few garbage cans behind him.
“Is that you?” Sara asked breathlessly as he heard the ringing for the first time. He glanced down at himself and heard it coming from the inside breast pocket of his battered trench coat. he hesitantly reached into the coat with one hand while glancing backwards to see the Terminator clear the obstacle of trash cans like a hurdler.
He pulled out a strange little device, it resembled a phone.
“Aren’t you going to answer it?” she asked trying to catch her breath but could not slow down as any attempt to do so prompted Kyle to pull her along harder.
He put the phone to his ear as he approached the car.
“Hello?”
“Kyle, it’s Link. You’re in trouble, what can I do to help?”
Kyle was confused as they reached the car and he bashed in the passenger side window with the butt of his shotgun. He reached in and unlocked the door, swinging it open furiously and grabbing Sara’s arm.
“Down!”
He pointed the shotgun underneath the open door where both of them huddled as if behind a shield.
“I need an escape route.”
“I can download a driver program.”
“I already know how to drive damn it!” Kyle snapped as he fired the shot gun aiming at the fuel tanks of one of the fancy sports cars. The first shot was too low, kicking off sparks and gravel. The Terminator was almost on top of them.
“I need a way out.”
“If you mean unplug you, I can’t do that unless you can get to a hard line and that would still leave a pretty big problem.” Link explained as the next shot caught the fuel tank of the car in front of them. Kyle was rewarded by an orange fireball that quickly rose up out of the alley.
He roughly shoved Sara into the passenger side and quickly crawled over her and slid into the driver’s side, slapping the key mounting on the side of the wheel with his shotgun. The key assembly fell apart and Kyle quickly started hotwiring the car.
“What’s the problem?”
“Who the hell are you talking to?” Sara demanded.
“If you punch out, I can’t pull Sara out with you. Morpheus has the red pill that would allow us to track her and unplug her from the construct. Unless she takes that pill, she’s stuck there.”
Kyle turned slowly and stared at Sara. She was terrified and she would be alone.
“No one gets to go home.” he whispered.
The Terminator heedless of heat and fire leapt over the fireball and landed on the hood of the sedan with a hard thud. Sara threw up her hands and screamed. Kyle desperately kicked the ignition on and pulled the steering wheel hard backwards as he simultaneously stomped on the gas. The car squealed as the tires spun on the hard pavement belching smoke smelling of burnt rubber. It backed out quickly, the Terminator took a moment to steady itself on the hood.
“Shit Kyle! He’s right on top of you!”
“No time to talk!” Kyle snapped and threw the phone into the back seat as he concentrated on driving. The Terminator steadied itself and cocked back its fist, eyes locked on Sara in the front seat. He drove his fist through the windshield and his hand caught the collar of Sara’s pink T-shirt.
She screamed in horror and clawed at the hand that gripped her like a vise.
Kyle reached out with one hand and tried to help her pry it off but knew better after a moment. A Terminator’s grip was something in the neighborhood of several hundred to a thousand psi and there was no way in hell he was breaking that grip. He jerked the steering wheel savagely to the right and the car fishtailed loudly out of the alley. Time dilated for a moment as the Construct’s physics model tried to compensate for the sudden influx of variables that had to be compensated for in a short period of time.
The Terminator pulled hard on her pink tee but the sedan fishtailed right into a parked car. The impact sent the Terminator sprawling off the hood into the parked car. Kyle smiled triumphantly as he spun the car and recovered control at the last moment, scraping against the parked car in a shower of sparks and hopefully against the downed Terminator as well.
He accelerated without looking back and flashed down a city street as a police car pulled into the scene of the accident.
The police officer quickly exited his vehicle glanced at the wreckage and the individual sprawled lifelessly against the ruined parked car. He shook his head ruefully and got back to his radio.
“This is unit 67 I have a hit and run on Topica and “” He paused as a shadow fell over him.
“Down!” Morpheus shouted as the female terminator leapt into the fray and released a blast from her plasma rifle. The intense red beams flashed between trinity and Morpheus as they spun away.
Trinity cart wheeled around the female Terminator as it focused on tracking Morpheus. She grinned with grim satisfaction as she came up on her ;left side, time dilated and Trinity started a spin kick, levitating a meter off the ground as she did so and caught the female Terminator’s right hand, knocking the plasma blaster from her hand.
The female Terminator started to react but it looked as if she were moving under water. Trinity continued smiling as she spun back to deliver a kick to the head. Suddenly time sped up again and Trinity could only watch in shock as the female Terminator’s right hand whipped out like a striking cobra, grabbing a hold of Trinity’s ankle and spinning around tightly, dragging Trinity behind her like a rag doll and finished the tight spin by slamming Trinity into the concrete pillar near the center of the club.
Trinity smacked the concrete pillar like a bat, the pillar itself shook with a deep thrum and cracks ran up and down the base of it. She slumped down to the floor, blood trickling from her mouth and the female Terminator cocked her head curiously as she examined the downed Zionist and suddenly brought her left leg back and delivered a vicious kick to Trinity’s mid section, lifting her off the floor and catapulting her past the dance floor to crash against the top of the bar where she simply slumped over and down behind it.
Back on the Nebuchadnezzar Link glanced back and watched Trinity convulse in her interface chair. He checked her vitals and looked back up on the screen.
“Come on Morpheus, get them out of there.” he muttered.
Morpheus entered a defensive dragon stance as the black terminator took up a position slightly behind and to the left and the female turned ominously in his direction, her left arm hanging down at an odd angel, left hand twitching spastically at odd intervals.
He nodded to himself. He had to stay to her left. Trinity’s mistake was taking her on the strong side.
The black Terminator made his move, firing a burst from his plasma blaster and essentially driving Morpheus towards the female Terminator which casually pulled the leg off an over turned table and spun it in tight circles preparing to attack.
Neo watched an agent’s hand lazily pass by as it tried to connect with a punch. He took a firm hold of the outstretched arm and rolled along the agent’s shoulder, kicking his legs out and connecting with Brown who was charging up behind the stunned agent. Brown let out a whoof of expelled air and flew backwards against the bare brick wall of the back of the club. Pieces of masonry drifted down around him as Brown slumped down to the floor.
Neo landed and with one languid sweep of his left hand caught and deflected a kick and punch combination and countered with a devastating open palmed blow to the agent’s face sending him stumbling backwards.
Neo took to the air as he detected the third agent sliding in behind him and time dilated. The Agents tried their best to fight through the interference but they were like flies trapped in amber and Neo delivered a series of kicks that took the remaining agents down crashing to the floor with hard audible thuds.
Neo landed as time kicked back on and inspected the downed agents. They would not be getting up soon. He nodded with satisfaction. The machines had obviously upgraded their agents but it was to no avail.
He heard Morpheus shout emphatically as he attacked and whipped his head around quickly to see Morpheus facing off against two of the Terminators. Where was Trinity? His brow furrowed in worry until he saw her slowly pulling herself out from behind the ruined bar. Blood was trailing from her mouth and she winced painfully as she cleared the bar.
They had hurt her.
A brief image of Trinity falling down among a shower of glass and the flash and roar of gunfire followed her. The street loomed below her and the agent looming over her like a dark angel.
They hurt her.
His jaw set and he turned his attention to the two Terminators.
Morpheus ducked under a broad sweep of a metal chair leg from the female Terminator obviously intended to decapitate him and kicked backwards connecting with the black Terminator’s gut. The black Terminator doubled over but caught Morpheus’ leg and twisted hard.
Morpheus was yanked off his feet and spun in midair like a top. Morpheus held out his arms and time dilated but the female Terminator reached in and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him back over her shoulder, throwing him against a security wire mesh wall.
Morpheus struck the wire mesh, landed on the floor on one hand and kicked out with both legs in a one, two combination striking the female Terminator in the small of her back. She stumbled forward slightly and as she tried to recover her balance the black Terminator surged forward to attack Morpheus.
Morpheus spun up to his feet and assumed the Mantis attack style, arms extended outward in a wide open invitation to attack, legs spread apart for maximum balance.
A wind suddenly surged around him, papers and loose articles of clothing whipped by him carried by the gale like wind and the black terminator was suddenly moving very slowly. It glanced around in surprise and a black shape seemed to materialize in front of it. Morpheus paused a s he could barely make out Neo in the midst of the sudden whirlwind and there was an intense anger etched on his face as he took a firm hold of each shoulder of the black Terminator and simply pulled.
The Terminator stood his ground, legs solidly planted on the ground and began pounding on Neo’s shoulders with jackhammer like speed. Neo kept on pulling. The Terminator suddenly looked down at both shoulders with an almost comical look of alarm. It looked back up at Neo and face set into a death mask of determination continued its assault.
Morpheus saw the female Terminator fishing on the floor for the plasma blaster the black Terminator had dropped. He set himself and took to the air. He soared overhead, hands up into tiger claws, legs tucked in close to his body and time dilated over the length of the leap.
Morpheus’ eyes narrowed on her as she found the gun, struggling against the time dilation turned to fire. He felt no fear, no apprehension, no doubts. He WOULD reach her in time.
She aimed, eyes coldly judging the distance, the plasma blaster whined and the eerie red light danced within the barrel.
Morpheus landed on her face with a bone jarring thud, driving his knee into her face and her head followed suit, driven backwards into the concrete floor. Her hand still held the pistol and his left hand swiped the gun away with an explosive tiger claw slash. The pistol clattered away and Morpheus rose cautiously.
Her beautiful face was crushed, the nose had been pushed all the way back into the skull, blood was pooling around its head, one eye crushed beyond repair filled the socket with blood and jelly. He watched with a dawning sense of horror as the female Terminator casually reached around and pulled the ruined eyeball from the socket and dropped it to the floor as of she had taken out a splinter. Her eye socket however was not empty as a glowing red mechanical eye flexed experimentally as it cleared the rest of the debris from the socket, then fixed on him.
“What the hell are you?!” Morpheus whispered. He had forgotten that these were machines like the agents. Agents however did not peel away flesh to reveal machinery beneath.
There was a loud shriek of metal tearing like paper and Morpheus turned and saw the Black Terminator torn in half from shoulder to shoulder, blood and gore exploding around Neo but revealing the endo skeleton beneath, torn asunder at the shoulders like some twisted flower of metal and flesh. Morpheus noted with some amazement that Neo was ankle deep in the concrete floor. The Terminator’s desperate pounding had driven Neo partially into the concrete. Any other Zionist would have been reduced to jelly under that assault. He noted that Neo rolled his shoulders as if working a kink out.
Neo shoved the ruined Terminator backwards and it landed on the floor with a crash.
“Let’s get out of here.” Neo said coolly as he strode over to Morpheus. The female Terminator was struggling to get up when Trinity walked right over her and shoved a black booted foot down on the Terminator’s collar bone and aimed an MP-5 at its ruined face.
“This is for the column back there bitch.” she snapped coldly and unloaded the entire clip into the Terminator’s face. The female Terminator jerked spastically and as Trinity’s gun clicked empty the Terminator lay still.
Trinity threw the gun off to the side as the sound of sirens became almost deafening and the squeal of tires as cars pulled to a fast stop followed.
Morpheus glanced around.
“Where’s Kyle?”
“And where’s the other one of these bad boys.” Trinity asked and rubbed her sore ribs.
Neo frowned as he felt out with his senses.
Morpheus’ phone range. He flipped it open as they started to make their way through the splintered back door.
“Link?”
“Sir, Kyle’s on his own heading down Wilsher. He’s got some units in pursuit. Sara’s with him and he won’t get to a hard line without her.” Link explained breathlessly.
“Dammnit.” Morpheus cursed as they exited the club as the police entered.
“I’m on it.” Neo stated grimly, whipped his overcoat tails around him and crouched down. The space around him bubbled and warped as if someone had dropped a large stone into the calm surface of a lake. He rocketed off the ground and vanished up into the dark night sky. Trinity watched him go.
“Let me guess, he’s doing his Superman thing.” Link surmised with bemusement.
“Link find us a hard line NOW.” Morpheus ordered as they began walking quickly into the night.
In Technoir the police swarmed quickly looking for the perps. No one noticed the female lying on the floor, face ruined by a horrible attack, twitch slightly, hands clenching and unclenching.
I know Neo couldn't be dismembered 
) but well done and ties things togther