The Kingdom of Hell
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Adult +
Chapters:
10
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Chapter 3
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Title: The Kingdom of Hell.
Author: TheRedPony
Rating: R, consensual sex and language.
Feedback: Please and thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Matrix nor any thing else related the films. It is not my world, just my playground.
Story Notes: WIP, The Twins are freed from the Merovingian, only to quite literally find them selves in hell. How will they cope with the real truth of the Matrix? Some time frames have under gone artislicelicenses.
when illusion spin her net
I'm never where I wanna be
and liberty she pirouette
when I think that I am free
watched by empty silhouettes
who close their eyes but still can see
no on taught them etiquette
I will show another me
"Hey" I said "You keep my things, they've come to take me home"
- Peter Gabriel
***
Their it was again. Agent Brown cocked his head. It was an odd that the human rebels had grown sloppy. Maybe their was just so many of them, but every thing checked out. A message sent between two human ships, via the Matrix. They were communicating, planning something, something very big. Brown looked to Johnson who was already steadily returned his gaze.
"What do you make of this?" Brown's voice was cold.
"The rouge program known as the Merovingian is located at these coordinates. We have been monitoring his estate for quite some time now. We know that he has knowledge to the where about of other rouges, but the Zion glitch has been occupying our time as of late. We have not moved to retrieve this information. Perhaps they seek to use this knowledge to their advantage. We can not allow any thing that might give them the upper hand "
Brown nodded "I feel this way as well. I must speak with the source, if they execute the direct attack then they will surly have the anomaly with them."
"This may be our chance to destroy him. He failed to choose, he is not the one. He is a glitch." Johnson turned and left the room leaving Brown to speak to the source.
***
The Merovingian smiled as he dialed the phone in his office. On one fell swoop he would be exact his revenge on every one.
"You have The Federal Bureau Of Investigations, Bradbow Building Office, how may I direct your call?"
"Who is the most zenior person in your building right now"
"Agent Brown sir but I am not at liberty to connect you directly. Do wis wish to speak to one of his associates."
"That will be fine."
Their was a click on the line and disgustingly cheery elevator music played while The Merovingian drummed his finger on the desk. This was shit he should not be on hold. "Patience he told him self"
"Department of Internal Affairs how may I help you." It was the voice of a young women, most likely a secretary he presumed.
"I need to speak to Agent Brown."
"I will have to put you through to his secretary."
"That iz fine" he shot back curtly.
And so it went like this for an hour until finally, he did reach some one who could patch him to an Agent. These damn things were always in your hair when you didn’t want them, and one you did you couldn't make it through their phone system to talk to one.
"This is Agent Johnson, why is an exile phoning me."
He started, he had fallen asleep some were in the half an hour of holding. He shook his head to clear it, then he spoke.
"You know considering you have your nozes in ever onez bizness, you are amzingly hard to get a hold of."
"What is your reason for calling Merovingian. Just human activities do not suit you."
He snorted "No nothing about this suitz me. But I wizh to make a deal. You and I both know that the rebels are planning zomething big. The difference iz however that I know where and when it will be taking place. " He paused, Johnson might be a machine but the Merovingian planed on playing him like a fiddle.
"We are listing"
"I am willing to tell you were and when they will appear and give you my entire database on all exiled programs"
Johnson frowned "Why would you do this?"
"I want out, 'e has already destroyed my home, and my marriage is in the trash. I grow weary of zuch games as these. I want my record cleared and to live the rest of my time in Paris, with out all this garbage constantly"
"I can understand this. I must speak to my superiors, but I believe you have a deal Merovingian. We will be contacting you shortly in person to discuss terms. " The phone line went dead.
The Merovingian smiled, one last message to deliver.
***
"Mardi à midi ."
"Tuesday at noon. If the Oracle says so then that is when we will go." Morpheus said this with absolute assurance. They were sitting around the table in the mess room of the Djoser. No one argued.
***
Hey look at this it’s a ridiculously short chapter. I know I'm sorry *hides in corner*. But fear not my little chickens the sky is not falling. I only divided it because I wanted abigger time gap it seemed to work better this way. Chapter 4, Agents Meet Agents.
Title: The Kingdom of Hell.
Author: TheRedPony
Rating: R, consensual sex and language.
Feedback: Please and thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Matrix nor any thing else related the films. It is not my world, just my playground.
Story Notes: WIP, The Twins are freed from the Merovingian, only to quite literally find them selves in hell. How will they cope with the real truth of the Matrix? Some time frames have under gone artislicelicenses.
when illusion spin her net
I'm never where I wanna be
and liberty she pirouette
when I think that I am free
watched by empty silhouettes
who close their eyes but still can see
no on taught them etiquette
I will show another me
"Hey" I said "You keep my things, they've come to take me home"
- Peter Gabriel
***
Their it was again. Agent Brown cocked his head. It was an odd that the human rebels had grown sloppy. Maybe their was just so many of them, but every thing checked out. A message sent between two human ships, via the Matrix. They were communicating, planning something, something very big. Brown looked to Johnson who was already steadily returned his gaze.
"What do you make of this?" Brown's voice was cold.
"The rouge program known as the Merovingian is located at these coordinates. We have been monitoring his estate for quite some time now. We know that he has knowledge to the where about of other rouges, but the Zion glitch has been occupying our time as of late. We have not moved to retrieve this information. Perhaps they seek to use this knowledge to their advantage. We can not allow any thing that might give them the upper hand "
Brown nodded "I feel this way as well. I must speak with the source, if they execute the direct attack then they will surly have the anomaly with them."
"This may be our chance to destroy him. He failed to choose, he is not the one. He is a glitch." Johnson turned and left the room leaving Brown to speak to the source.
***
The Merovingian smiled as he dialed the phone in his office. On one fell swoop he would be exact his revenge on every one.
"You have The Federal Bureau Of Investigations, Bradbow Building Office, how may I direct your call?"
"Who is the most zenior person in your building right now"
"Agent Brown sir but I am not at liberty to connect you directly. Do wis wish to speak to one of his associates."
"That will be fine."
Their was a click on the line and disgustingly cheery elevator music played while The Merovingian drummed his finger on the desk. This was shit he should not be on hold. "Patience he told him self"
"Department of Internal Affairs how may I help you." It was the voice of a young women, most likely a secretary he presumed.
"I need to speak to Agent Brown."
"I will have to put you through to his secretary."
"That iz fine" he shot back curtly.
And so it went like this for an hour until finally, he did reach some one who could patch him to an Agent. These damn things were always in your hair when you didn’t want them, and one you did you couldn't make it through their phone system to talk to one.
"This is Agent Johnson, why is an exile phoning me."
He started, he had fallen asleep some were in the half an hour of holding. He shook his head to clear it, then he spoke.
"You know considering you have your nozes in ever onez bizness, you are amzingly hard to get a hold of."
"What is your reason for calling Merovingian. Just human activities do not suit you."
He snorted "No nothing about this suitz me. But I wizh to make a deal. You and I both know that the rebels are planning zomething big. The difference iz however that I know where and when it will be taking place. " He paused, Johnson might be a machine but the Merovingian planed on playing him like a fiddle.
"We are listing"
"I am willing to tell you were and when they will appear and give you my entire database on all exiled programs"
Johnson frowned "Why would you do this?"
"I want out, 'e has already destroyed my home, and my marriage is in the trash. I grow weary of zuch games as these. I want my record cleared and to live the rest of my time in Paris, with out all this garbage constantly"
"I can understand this. I must speak to my superiors, but I believe you have a deal Merovingian. We will be contacting you shortly in person to discuss terms. " The phone line went dead.
The Merovingian smiled, one last message to deliver.
***
"Mardi à midi ."
"Tuesday at noon. If the Oracle says so then that is when we will go." Morpheus said this with absolute assurance. They were sitting around the table in the mess room of the Djoser. No one argued.
***
Hey look at this it’s a ridiculously short chapter. I know I'm sorry *hides in corner*. But fear not my little chickens the sky is not falling. I only divided it because I wanted abigger time gap it seemed to work better this way. Chapter 4, Agents Meet Agents.