USH'S MATRIX GAME- Zion play thread.

"Sounds about right. Pray for the best and that you don't piss them off too much before escaping!"

"Oh I don't know about that, maybe piss them off a fair bit, taunt them, cut them, then run like hell. That's an amazing rush..."

"Or you know you could just beat them," Berserker remarks with a smile.

"Or explode one by driving a bus into the side of a carpark, or trick one into falling out a window...or bring down an entire building trying to escape them!"

"You know, I never really believed all those stories until I actually shipped out with you guys," Hawk says with a grin.

"I'm not surprised...not many people would believe any of the stuff we've done." San says, shrugging a bit. "I know I wouldn't if I hadn't done that stuff myself."

"I'm content to pop off shots at Agents from a distance," Ares says. "And I can't even believe the stuff we've done."

"If you're so content to just shoot them from a distance, how do you always end up in close combat with them?"

"I'm so good looking that they can't keep their hands off me. That's just how it is."

"I'm sure. But it doesn't quite explain the last time when you ran straight into them..."

"Well, the Agents are kind of handsome in their own 'everyman' way..."

"Yeah, there's just that whole body-jumping and constantly trying to kill us thing..."

"Yes, that does put a damper on the relationship."

"Yeah, gotta say, neither of those are things I go for. However, Ares apparently does."

"I'm a fan of strong suited men," Ares laughs. "There, I said it, now buy me a drink for my bravery."

"Sure, why not." San replies, smirking. "Hawk, go and get it for me, I don't feel up to walking too much if I can help it..."

"Oh sure, the new guy is the go-fer. I didn't know we had hazings in the real world, too..." Hawk sticks his tongue out at San, but goes to the bar and gets Ares some relatively tasty alcohol.

"I'm injured, damnit, leave me alone." San says, displaying her maturity by sticking her tongue out at him as well.

Ares accepts the drink from Hawk and downs it in no time.

"So, what happened to the Virus itself?" Ares asks.

San shrugs.

"Who knows? Personally I'm happy with knowing that it's become useless..."