One and Two and Three

So, i give you Chapter 3 because i realized that when i reposted, i cut chapter 2 off early. so here it be, i tried to squeeze smut in, but it would've been at the expense of logic and realism. yes, i realize there's not much realism to be had here, but i still hold on to the few shreds.

Disclaimer; if you sue me for using these characters that i don't own, all you'll get is a crappy guitar and some spit.

~ = thought, you know it, i know it. that guy in the corner knows it.


They'd gotten as far as the elevator, Keyes having hit the button down when the Twins walked out and towards them. Keyes reached out a hand and held back the elevator, leaning back to disappear behind the side wall and nodded to Mazon, mouthing 'you talk to them' Mazon nodded and appeared out of the other side, turning to face the two.
"Well?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"We have considered your offer." One said and they glanced at each other before reaching into their coats.
"Oh fuck" Mazon said and Keyes let her hand fall from the elevator door, letting it begin to close. She shoved Mazon to the side, blocking her and looked out the door only to watch Two slip inside the slowly closing doors in 'Ghost' form. She pulled out two hand-helds and was taking aim when One joined them, and they both solidified only to feel a barrel each against their necks.
"Mazon... you alright?"
"I'm fine Keyes, I'm not a fucking porcelain doll"
They were square infront of Keyes whose fingers were on the triggers, Mazon had one out and was aiming at One though switched towards Two and back again nervously. Two grinned and they both phased back out as One disappeared into the wall and reappeared behind Mazon, solidifying and pulling her into a choke hold. Bending her own gun to her right temple. He grinned at Keyes, who suddenly felt Two's arms form underneath her own, yanking them up suddenly and bending them behind her head, guns clattering to the ground.
"Porcelain doll huh?" One asked cynically
"We're afraid money isn't object enough" Two murmmered in Keyes' ear as she jerked in his grasp. Her gaze, silently frantic behind shades darting from One's malicious grin to the shaking gun pressed against Mazon's temple to her friend's face then back again. She silently cursed herself and jerked again. This was not at all how she'd pictured this little excursion playing out. Determined to continue to play the superior-ready-for-anything-woman-of-action, she swallowed and whispered back.
"Let her go" Two chuckled softly from where he was and tightened his hold on her.
"And what good will that do us?" One asked from his position across the elevator, gun still firmly pressed against the side of Mazon's head.
"When the door opens there are going to be a lot of confused humans in the lobby" Mazon choked out. She was far too short of breath, sagging against One slightly whom seemed unmoved by the idea.
"Tell us human" One drew out lightly, "how important is your friend to you?" unsure of which one he addressed, Keyes spoke up first.
"It doesn't matter..."
"Oh no?"
"No. What really matters, is that I can still move my feet". Keyes shoved back against Two suddenly and kicked up with her right leg, hitting the gun and sending a bullet through the roof of the elevator. Bringing the left one up and connecting one the side of One's head before he could phase out, which he did immediately, followed by Two, making Keyes fall, banging her head first on the hand rail, then on the floor. She lay there a moment, dimly aware of Mazon dropping to her knees. For a moment only their panting filled the elevator, then a pleasant 'ding!' and the doors slid open to the lobby. Mazon struggled to her feet and pulled Keyes up quickly. Then looked around for any surveyors and pulled out of the Matrix.

Mazon blinked her eyes open and sat up, they were in her room and she could tell by the silence aboard the ship that her parents and Morpheus were still plugged in and leaned back sighing.
"That was fun, aye Keyes?" no answer "Keyes?" Mazon sat up and stared at Keyes' body, her eyes were closed and her fingers were twitching slightly. Mazon touched her friend lightly and closed her eyes and concentrated for a second before letting them shoot open. "Shit! Keyes!" her friend hadn't joined in the trip back and was still unconscious in the Matrix, in the lair of a couple of very, very bad men. Mazon furrowed her brow and tried to shoot back in and met a wall. Several other tries proved fruitless and it was with one last shot at entering that she felt the last reserves of energy draining and herself falling unconscious, mentally she screamed at Keyes but heard no answer, feeling only despair cling at her soul as deep blackness seized her. Keyes was inside, but not plugged in. that meant there was no escape... no escape at all....
~KEYES! KEYES Wake Up! Oh god Keyes...~

~Keyes...~ she blinked her eyes open and shut them immediately. No where on the ship was that bright... or that shiny. She squinted one open and looked around for a second before closing it with a tiny moan.
"...F...u…c...k...." This didn't make any sense. She wasn't supposed to be inside still. She was supposed to be in Mazon's room with a headache and a blanket, possibly getting bitched out by everyone else for their carelessness and blah blah blah. Gods her head hurt. Keyes struggled into a sitting position with her knees pressed up to her chest, her head down and her arms covering both of them. She'd sit here, just for a moment, then, when the throbbing stopped she get up and move to somewhere safe where Mazon could get her. One hand explored where she'd hit her head and found blood. Pressing a bit more she found the swelling wasn't that bad, and the blood was mostly for show, still, it'd hurt like a bitch if she moved too much. Checking her ears for blood she sighed with relief, no ear blood, just the lump on the base of her head, right up on her hairline. Depending on how she felt, she'd stop at a walk in clinic and get some stitches, for the sake of her R.S.I.. Mazon was always telling her it didn't matter, every time she logged in she would be in perfect health, but Keyes always felt the need, especially when she entered with out a plug. And now that Mazon was M.I.A. ... kind of, she had no idea how long it would be.
It was as Keyes was having this nice little mental escapade that the elevator stopped at a floor and the door opened, she'd passed the ding off as her brain not understanding things properly and even managed to ignore the sound of approaching foot steps. Until she was jerked painfully to attention when a shoe connected with her ribs, throwing her onto her side with a painful gasp. There was another kick, and another, kick after resounding kick. and as blessed unconsciousness crept to claim her pain, she heard what sounded like soft sin blowing in her ear.
"Like we said, money isn't enough human" and then all was black.
The next time Keyes opened her eyes, things were darker and softer. she wondered for an ignorant moment if unconsciousness had saved her from the Matrix, but one intake of breath shattered that. Her head was still throbbing and that air... air on board the Nebuchadnezzar, as well as all over the Real World was.... cold... harsh, this air was warm, almost comfy. a second longer of shifting found her tied and.... and gagged, thrown on the ground behind the Twins' hookah table. and... it would figure... the bastards had just abandoned her there. She struggled for a bit but found it utterly hopeless. moving her hands around, she felt for a gun, a knife, anything, her pockets were usually weighted to hell with all the weapons she carried. What she found, a toothpick, nearly made her cry, they'd emptied every last one of her pockets. Every one, except for the toothpick slot in the hem. After a second of fumbling, Keyes began grimly picking at her bonds with the toothpick, not even sure what she was really doing.

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