*Mr. Anderton gives a quick pull to each of the long sleeves of his business dress shirt, so as to adjust their length to more properly show a one half inch margin of white extending out from under his dark blue suit coat. Then he momentarily adjusts his plain dark tie before removing and polishing his Ray-Ban glasses. As he does so, he begins talking to Strange Days in that resonant, slow, sometimes drawn out, measured voice so typical of agents.*
"Tell me Ms. . . well, I believe you go by the handle Strange Days am I correct? So tell me, do you know why you have been called to this office then?"
*Mr. Anderton is now paging through a formidable file labelled: Dossier: Strange Days.*
"It appears you have, ummm discovered something about the true identity underly our field agents and have even been sharing this information with your online friends and associates. Is this correct Ms. Strange Days?"
*Strange Days, wishing to protect her friends from the kind of interrogation she is now suffering remains non-committal. Unshaken and staring right back at Mr's Anderton with all the attitude of disdain and contempt she could muster, which was btw, considerable, she remained silent and allof.*
"I see. Well, let me tell you something Miss Strange Days. I have the power to forget this ever happened, so that you may go back to work and begin again with a clean slate and therefore not be further inconvenienced - or - we can make your life very difficult and use any and all means to extract the information we need from you. All I'm asking for arr the names of those with whom you were discussing any and all topics of a philosophical nature, especially where the word "Matrix" was mentioned. So, how 'bout it?"
*With that Strange Days casually stands and turns her back to Mr. Anderton and the other two agents. Then, without warning, from under her long tight fitting leather coat, she quickly pulls out two Glock 17C automatic's, one in each hand. She pivots on her heels to now face the agents and begins firing away at a ferocious pace, emptying the high capacity magazines in their direction as she back peddals for the door. *
*She is "poety in motion" as she sprints down the long hallway, diving into the empty elevator compartment just as the doors were closing. Lucky for her she had been fast enough to kill two of the agents, taking them by complete surprise and succeeded in wounding Mr. Anderton as well, but just to the degree necessary so as to slow him down and give her enough time to effect her escape.*
*As the doors opened on the main floor, all was normal and business was as usual as she then left the building. Disappearing into the crowded streets of a midday downtown Sidney lunch hour, the day was beautiful and sunny on this Springtime afternoon. Reaching into her top pocket she pulled out a pair of brand new Ray-Ban sunglasses that fit her to a T. Strange Days snickered and laughed as she made her way to the nearest outdoor phone booth. Anybody that might have heard her would never have guessed she was laughing because she was now wearing Mr. Andertons new shades. Of course, how could they know the significance of that pleasant little laugh of hers, these were "coppertops" who were totally clueless and don't even know what an "agent" is. "But NOW they will" she thought. Damn straight! Now they will indeed!*
OH WAIT! HOLY CRAP. Right! "Mr. Anderton" was Neo NOT the agents name like I have depicted in this story! Arrrrgh. My Bad! Oh well, good excuse for watching the DVD's now!! Anyway you look at it, you're a hero in the scruipt anyways SD! Lol!!