A Dangerous Game

Chapter 4

From the moment the Emergency Logon Script was activated, all the Agent teams could hear what happened in Scotland. A cheer went up in the building as Williams had tricked Smith into returning to the Source. Brown was happy to discover that the Mainframe had accepted Smith’s capture and restore as a suitable conquest instead of the Engineer, and was even happier to have the team put back on Resistance patrol duties. He was happier chasing humans than he was other programmes.

But he was happier yet, when the door to his office opened and Williams walked through. Or, should he say, sashayed through. He noticed immediately that her walk was different. Thompson stood up as she entered, “Excellent work, Agent Willi…” and trailed off, taking in the alterations in her appearance. She was wearing her hair down around her shoulders, in a tousled, straight look. Her single-breasted suitjacwas was unbuttoned two buttons at the top, revealing her cleavage, and instead of the usual trousers, she was wearing a black wool miniskirt, and heels.

Removing her sunglasses, she winked at Thompson. “Thank you, Agent Thompson.” She turned to n. n. “Have I done a good job, sir?” she asked, putting the earpiece of the sunglasses between her teeth.

“Yes, erm…,” Brown said. “Thompson, can you leave us for a moment?”

Thompson skirted the perimeter of the room and made his way quickly out of the office.

She walked over to Brown and stood inches from him, “I’m back,” she said. “I came back for you.”

Brown backed up a few steps, “Yes, I can see that. I can also see that your attire has deviated from normal Agent dress code. The purpose of Agdresdress code is to pass notice by humans, not to draw attention to ourselves.”

“Wrong, Agent Brown. That is the purpose of male Agent dress code. The purpose of female Agent dress code is to call attention to ourselves. To let everyone know that we are women, we are in charge, and we have the power to give or take away.”

“Besides,” she said, unbuttoning a third button of her suit, revealing a black lacy bra, “I feel so much more feminine dressed this way. Surely you can appreciate that?” She walked over to him and slid her arms around his waist. He allowed her to kiss his lips, but he stood there, stiffly, unmoving and seemingly untouched by her display.

“Am I to assume that Smith managed to activate your sexuality programming before you force returned him?”

She let him go, frustrated by his disinterest. “Smith did not activate anything. I activated it myself. He just showed me where it was located. It was activating the programming, and the return of memories that it brought to me, that gave me the idea on how to effectively force return him without him suspecting anything until it was too late.”
“Did you sleep with him?” he asked.

“See for yourself.” She uploaded the entire record of her time with Smith to him and walked over to the couch while Brown reviewed and processed it. He was glad to see that up until she activated the programming, she was thinking of him. However, he knew that she was not the same now. The program had changed her to manipulate, deceive and use her sexuality as a tool for furthering herself. Sadly, he knew that he was not the man who would be able to tame her and control her. Only Smith would have been up to that task. After all, she was created for him.

“You have done well, Agent Williams. I am granting you some downtime. You have 72 hours to recharge and use as you wish. Then our team will begin our new assignment.”

“Are you taking downtime with me?” she asked, hopefully. “I would love to spend some time with you.”

“I do not think that will be necessary.” It had started to deluge outside of the building. Brown stared out into the gloomy weather and realised that this was the second time the weather had matched his mood. Perhaps he did inherit Smith’s gift.

She stood up and walked over to his desk, where he was contemplating the rain. She stared at him for a long minute and slammed her hands down on his desk to get his attention.

“I don’t believe you!” she cried.

“Agent Williams, remember that I am your superior.”

“And remember that you told me you love me! I did what I had to do to get through that ordeal. I did not sleep with him, I got rid of him and I came back earlier because of you! I nearly became a Rogue programme because of you, that is how badly I desire you and desired not to engage in that experience with Smith. I am terribly sorry that I now know what love is and I know what sex is, and I know how to perform the whole Kama Sutra because I learned it from Smith in my beta stage, but that does not change that I now know that I love you too! Sure, you didn’t teach it to me but you can benefit from it, if you wish. Or you can sit there and find me somehow sullied for doing what I had to do to get back to you. It’s your choice, Agent Brown.”

Brown stared at her, blankly. “The female Agent I fell in love with would not speak out of turn to her superior.”

She glared back at Brown, “And the male Agent I fell in love with would have destroyed the Matrix to get to me.”

“Do you have any idea how hard I was searching for you?”

“Not hard enough,” she glared.

Brown said nothing. He looked at the monitor of his computer, and began to act as if he was working on something. A lightning bolt cracked outside their window.

“I will be going now. I am requesting a transfer to another Agent team after my downtime. I hope never to work with you again.”

Brown was still silent. He pretended to be engrossed in his work.

“Goodbye, Agent Brown,” she said, slamming the door on her way out.

30 seconds later, a freak, out of season tornado ripped through a trailer park in Kansas, destroying everything in its’ path for 50 miles.

* * *

Walking through the Agency she was treated to catcalls and wolf-whistles from the male Agents. Walking into the elevator, she was the only female Agent, surrounded by men men. She felt Doe’s hand on her ass, and grabbed it, giving it a bone-crushing squeeze as she removed it. Wilson was standing at the elevator buttons and asked her if she wanted to go down. Shappeapped him. Davis asked her what she expected, being dressed like that. Her image changed to the standard Agent outfit.

Pigs, all of them. Agent pigs. Male Agent Pigs. She had been shielded from it working with Brown and Thompson who had always treated her with the utmost respect and kindness but she realised that away from them, the rest of the Agents were nowhere near as delicate and polite as they were. Walking out of the elevator and out of the building, she went to retrieve her BMW, down the alley where she had left it when she went to Smith.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she unlocked the car and opened the door. Smith’s Lexus was gone, probably taken by one of his clones. Swinging her legs inside of her large vehicle, she keyed on the engine and it sprang to life. She reversed down the alley and into traffic. The drive to the housing that the Agency provided for their Agents in their downtime was relatively short. She entered into the plush, luxurious Apartment building and took the elevator to the 15th floor. Her room was 1507.

She opened the door to her room. It was spartanly deced, ed, as she spent very little time there, as downtime was a luxury seldom granted on her team. Williams reckoned Brown picked up that man-management tip from Smith. Agents required sleep due to the fact that their host carriers operated more efficiently after a period of rest, and although they could just change hosts, it was not something they preferred to do outside of combat, as it took a while to get a host sufficiently ‘broken in’. Varying states of fitness, disability, and disease, made a host sometimes unmanageable and unsuitable for occupying. Young adults, therefore, made the best hosts, but Agents did not prefer to take them because it causes a disruption to the status quo of humans when someone with a strong family link goes missing. More often, police officers were used as they were in relatively good physical condition and could be taken and put “on assignment”. However in the heat of combat an Agent would take whomever was in the right place at the right time.

Williams sat on the bed and removed her earpiece and boots. Looking around the room, a thought crept into her mind. 40% more effective, he said. She created a large red apple and sniffed it. It did not have much of an odour until she took a tentative bite into the firm skin and the tart, crisp juices flooded her mouth. The apple tasted clean, sharp, sweet and bitter all at the same time. The texture was juicy and grainy. She found it to be the most pleasurable thing she had tasted to date. Laying on her bed, on her stomach, she slowly devoured the apple, enjoying every bite. When she finished, her fingers and mouth were sticky. She decided that she wanted a shower.

Flipping on the light to the bathroom, she undressed and turned on the shower to the hottest ing.ing. If there was one pleasure she did enjoy, it was a hot shower. Leaning her head back and letting the hot spray soak her hair and body, she felt the muscles of her host relax and she did as well. She did prefer her own shower to the showers at the Agency. It was so much more relaxing to shower on her own that it was in a room full of female Agents. Her shower had various products for washing, shampoos and conditioners to match her mood. She chose L’Occitane’s Royal Jelly soap tonight, and Caswell Massey’s Goats Milk and Honey shampoo. Something soothing for her. She gave up Smith, the man she was ‘meant’ for, so she was told, for Brown, who in the end didn’t want her after she was done with Smith. She was through with men, or at least male Agents and that included ex-Agents too. Not that there were any of them around anymore, she thought to herself with a great degree of smugness. She had brought down the most wanted Rogue Programme all by herself, and that was something to be very proud of.

Smiling to herself, she stepped out of the shower, and saw her grey fleece Agent pyjamas hanging on the back of the door. Shaking her head, she turned them into a cream silk camisole with matching full-cut shorts that just covered her bum and cut upwards. Looking at herself in the mirror, she admired herself. She did feel more feminine now that her programming was enabled, and was going to advise the other female Agents to enable their basic female programming as well. Male Agents were going to have a run for their money with a group of sexy, deadly women calling the shots.

Laying down on her bed, she opened up her nightstand to find a book to read. The first book on top of the pile was Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. She stared at it, feeling a chill running through her processor. Surely that was a coincidence. It was the same cover and edition that Smith had been reading in the cottage. She reached into the drawer to pick it up and examine it, when she was disturbed by a knock at the door.

Williams felt the processes firing off in her mind. Almost like lightnishe she retrieved her Browning Hi-Power from her holster, and had it cocked and loaded. She walked to the door, closed her hand around the knob and threw it open, firing off two rounds at whomever was there before looking. The person in front of her shimmered and came back standing.

“Williams!” he shouted.

She heard the voice before she saw the face. “Brown?”

His hand closed around the muzzle of the Browning and pushed it away. “Is this how you greet your visitors?”

She lowered the gun and opened the door for him to enter. “No…” she trailed off as he passed her. Her eyes darted up and down the hallway. All closed doors. No one was there. She closed her door and locked it.

“What has come over you?” Brown asked her.

She shook her head, “Coincidence.”

“There are no coincidences in the Matrix. What’s wrong?”

She walked over to the nightstand and took out the book. “This was what Smith was reading in the cottage.” She handed it to Brown.

Brown examined the book. “This has not been open. The spine is perfectly stiff. It’s a new book. Every so often the books change, as you know. The Mainframe wants us to get a wide body of human literature consumed in our downtime. It is a possibility that he had access to the current Mainframe reading lists. Hard to believe, but this is a coincidence. I stand corrected.”

“It’s just very…odd,” she said, sitting on the bed.

“I concur.”

There was an awkward moment of silence between them. Brown removed his sunglasses and looked around her room. He noticed how she had not decorated. The only change being that her attire was not Agency issue. He could smell she she had just showered and found her scent to be exceptionally pleasing.

“I like your… camisole better than the Agency pyjamas,” he told her.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Shouldn’t you be trying to seduce me?” he asked.

“What’s the point?” she shrugged. Turning the book over, she read the back cover, before tossing it to the side.

“Your new programming dictates that you should be trying to seduce me.”

“My new programming dictates that I now have a developed personality, a female personality. It does not dictate that I seduce and encourage sex from every male I see,” she answered curtly.

“I see,” said Brown. More uncomfortable silence.

Laying back in bed against the pillows, Williams looked at Brown with a bored, unimpressed stare. “Do you want anything, or did you just come here because you were bored?”

“I came here to ask you something,” Brown said, cagily.

Williams was silent. She looked at Brown.

“I came here to ask you not to change teams,” he said.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t,” she said.

“I would…” Brown trailed off.

“Yes?” she prompted.

“I would miss you. Or, what I mean to say is I would miss not working with you,” he hurried to correct himself. Brown looked up at the ceiling. His fists were clenched at his sides. Tension was crackling though his processes, and was given in tin the air, which had become very dry.

“That’s not a good enough reason. Sorry. You can see yourself out.” She reached in the drawer and found an anthology of plays by Oscar Wilde. She opened the book and started to read.

“You are absolutely the most insufferable Agent I have ever had the misfortune to deal with!” he exclaimed, exasperated. “No, I take that back. Smith was the most insufferable. You are second-most insufferable. That would figure.”

She pretended like she didn’t hear him. She turned the page in her book.

He reached over and grabbed the book, chucking it away. “You will remain on my team, I will see to it,” he said, looking in her eyes.

“I don’t see why you want me. You don’t love me,” she said, looking straight into his eyes. She saw oceans of pain there, where there used to be light, and kindness.

In her eyes, Brown saw the hurt of having her love scorned. An illogical, yet correct-feeling thought told him that she was genuine in her love for him, and the revelation led him to be overcome. He bent down and pressed his lips to hers before he could help it. He could not resist her, he had to have her regardless of what had happened, what he assumed had happened. Programme or no programme, he loved her with a passion that was so fierce he could not help himself but let his processes be consumed by it.

She pulled away. With all her strength she gave him an almighty smack across his face. Although Agents could not process physical pain, he still reeled from the impact. He looked back at her, confused. She grabbed him around his neck and pulled him down onto the bed, kissing him passionately. His hands were upon her body, in her hair, running down her back, as their lips and tongues melted together.

“Williams,” he breathed, holding her in his arms, “Williams, I love you.”

“I love you too, Brown,” she said. They held each other, rocking back and forth, comforting each other, trying to heal the hurt that they had caused each other to feel.

“I have been so illogical,” he said, looking in her eyes, caressing her face in his big hands. “So illogical for so long. I nearly let you go because I couldn’t find my voice to tell you just what I was feeling, what I’ve been longing for.” He kissed her forehead, and trailed kisses down her eyebrows, nose and onto her lips. “You are mine.”

“I’ve always been yours,” she whispered. “From the moment I came into full sentience, I’ve been yours.”

Brown pressed his lips to hers roughly, emboldened by her sentiments. Her lips opened to allow him to kiss her fully, as he started to experience the desires that he had been harbouring for so long. He knew that he could make love to her as he wanted to, without worrying about rushing her, and the sheer thought made him feel slightly giddy. He fought to hold back his smile as he kissed her, allowing his hands to slide down her back and up her torso, feeling the curve of her breasts.

Williams slid down and over to make room for Brown. He laid to the side of her at an angle, his torso and upper body on top of hers, supported by his arms. Trailing a finger down her jawbone and neck, and tracing the neckline of her camisole, he willed the Matrix to cause it to open for him, revealing her breasts. He breathed hot kisses down the trail that he revealed, pushing the silk to the side. Brown took her pert, erect nipple in his mouth, sucking gently, as his strong arms held her. She moaned at the feel of his teeth and tongue teasing her, turning her on, making her hot with desire. He felt her leg slip between his, in an attempt to pull him closer to her. As he sucked and teased her nipple, he ran his finger again down her torso and into her shorts, causing the fabric to disappear. He sat up and looked over her naked form. She had long, tapered legs, and a lovely soft curvy body, nothing too harshly muscled or dramatically skinny. Her body was that of the Venus de Milo or The Three Graces. Smith must have spent some time researching the female form, he thought to himself. She had the body of an immortal ideal that still had the power to ignite most men’s fantasies.

“Brown?” she asked, waking him from his reverential stare. “Are you ok?”

He smiled at her, “You’re beautiful, Williams. You are so incredibly beautiful.”

She smiled and sat up, discarding the scraps of fabric. He watched her fingers undo the knot of his tie and the buttons on his shirt. She slid her hands up his shoulders and down his back, removing his suit jacket. Then she took his shirt off.

Kissing and touching, she explored his hairless torso. He had a fine, strong build, all wiry tight muscles and smooth skin. He leaned his head backwards, softly moaning with pleasure as she ran the tip of her tongue up his throat, over the dimple in his chin and to his lips where they kissed.

She undid his belt and trousers, and slipped them down, taking his boxers with them, her lips still on his. He kicked off his shoes, made his socks disappear, and stepped out of his clothing, finally standing naked before her. Tenderly, Brown embraced her, feeling her warm, bare flesh on his. They laid back down in bed together, looking in each other’s eyes as Brown crawled on top of her, holding her in his arms. Williams’ legs accommodated him, wrapping around him, their bodies intertwined as he slipped himself inside of her slowly.

Williams moaned softly as he eased his way into her. He felt incredibly good, so much different than what her beta logs remembered. That had been a long time ago, though, and she was sure that the Mainframe had doctored them somehow. This man, this beautiful Agent making love to her so slowly, so intensely, was the most exquisite sensation she had ever experienced. Her hips rose up to meis sis slow thrusts into her, giving her increased clitoral stimulation.

She could hear Brown breathing heavily, trying to hold himself back. He pressed his lips to hers as they moved together, kissing passionately. “I’ve wanted this so long,” he moaned, “I’ve dreamed of this.” She felt herself tightening around him, one hand on his back and on his bottom, pulling him into her, as her legs grasped him, making them one. Her back arched, and she slid her hand up his back and into his hair, as his lips came down on her neck, sucking and biting her. She dug her nails into him, as their movements became fiercer, more hungry. She slid her hand between them, and touched her clit. She could feel him sliding in and out of her, and she was able to reach his balls. Squeezing them gently made him gasp her name, and he pounded himself into her as he started to come. As he spasmed in her, she tightened herself around him, increasing his orgasm.

Brown’s head came to rest on her shoulder. He kissed her softly, and whispered that he loved her. She turned on her side and wrapped her arms around him, and they held each other, until satiation and sleep descended upon them.