Novel & Cerita Agent Jones In The Matrix

She shook her head and went out first. We just smiled and nodded our goodbyes. I walked out of the elevator, tired, and headed to my unit. I stopped for a while and looked at Jairon's condo. I smiled rawly and shook my head as I remembered what happened to Matthew. "It's right that I didn't accept you," I whispered, and then I pressed the door code. I lazily opened it and walked inside. I immediately went to the room to rest, but my jaw dropped when I saw Jairon sitting squarely on the bed. The eyebrow that was staring at me as his jaw tensed

"I find that really hard to believe, John. You ambushed us. You stole our blueprint fragment. You're working with Matthew." "I was!" he choked out, his eyes wide with genuine terror. "Yes, I understand how it looks. But I found out what Matthew is actually doing. This is bigger than me, it's bigger than the black market. I was playing for the wrong team, Soraya. Matthew is insane. He's going to—" Suddenly, John stopped talking. His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes rolled back slightly. He staggered forward, collapsing against my shoulder. He had been shot in the side, a deep, bubbling wound that smelled faintly of silver poisoning.

They did not see the former prince of the treasury; they saw a ruined, non-lineage vagrant screaming at an impregnable fortress. "She will come down," I muttered frantically to myself, my chest heaving as the private security detail at the main doors began to draw their automated tactical weapons, their movements perfectly synchronized with the building's defense script. "She cannot simply delete ten years of our lives. She knows what it feels like to be cast aside. When she sees what the camps have done to my hands, she will remember. She will let me back into the matrix." Sloane's POV The external gateway friction logs materialized on my primary terminal screen at precisely five minutes pa

Her eyes gleamed with something dark and menacing as she surveyed the scene before her. ‘What the hell?’ Jade’s voice exploded in my head. ‘That’s... that’s my mother. How the hell is she here? She needs my essence to come back.’ I couldn’t speak. My mouth had gone completely dry. The beast, Knox, was still charging toward us. He was closing the distance between us with terrifying speed. Ten feet. Five feet. Agnes flicked her wrist casually, almost like she was bored. “Stop,” she commanded. The beast froze instantly. He froze mid-step, like someone had slammed a pause button on him. His body shook with rage as growls still rumbled from his chest, but he didn’t move another inch.

But because of the current situation in the pack, Jojo and Noah was ordered to do the task. And as expected, Noah wanted to decline. “But alpha! I want to help with beating the crap out of those invaders!” Noah complains in a low high pitched voice. But as soon as he saw our alpha’s eyes darken, he didn’t even hesitate and carried Seff all by himself before running off inside. I sighed. That dude never learns. “Easton,” “Yes alpha?” “I want you and Liam to guard here. Protect my mate, if I see one scratch from her, I won’t stand for it. Got it?”

The Glitch in the Matrix Jennifer's POV The moment I heard Lucas's car pull down the gravel driveway, I opened my eyes. The "hangover" was real, but the memory loss? That was a masterpiece of a lie. I waited until the house settled into its usual, oppressive silence before I moved. I didn't head for the creative team's meeting. Instead, I grabbed the tablet Tracy had left hidden behind the vent in the library. My fingers were shaking as I typed in the bypass code. *Master?* I thought, a bitter smirk touching my lips. *He has no idea.*

“Some things will happen eventually and I need to be ready, cause this prophecy kinda talks about me.” “So . . . you’re like Neo in the Matrix?” “You’re such a dork,” James scoffed. “All hail the chosen one,” Tres said in his best impersonation of a robot. James shook his head. “Do a move or something.” Tres handed over the weapons. “Use the shield too.” “All right, if I must.” James hefted the shield and stepped back towards the door. “Stand over there on your bed. This thing is wicked sharp.”

"You still have a chance to undo what you and Mateo Lombardi talked about, and that is with the help of what I have." "Too late for that, Alexus," Mr. Jones's eyes asked for understanding. "I had already signed the agreement proving everything." "Damn it! That can't be!" Alexus blurted, almost angry. "What have you done, Mr. Jones?" said Alexus, unable to restrain himself, but he was starting to lose his patience with the man in front of him. He highly respected him; at age 58, Mr. Jones was an excellent father to his two daughters. Rafaella was seventeen, and the youngest was Cindy, fifteen. And he was practically part of the family, an affectionate brother figure for his daughters.

the man introduced himself in a cool, unemotional voice, “I’m Agent Smith, an OCS representative sent to help assist you in this case” The man wore a black suit, with a black tie and a white T-shirt, his blonde hair was shaved in a buzz cut, blue ice eyes surveying the room. He reeked of sour alpha smell. Mattel shook his head, “Look, I don’t really need or want the OCS’s help. I think—“ “Nonsense, nonsense,” chided Agent Smith, “Of course you need our help, you’re failing. Do you even know which path your mate used yet?”

He explained. "Are you sure?" Snapped him with a little belief. "Yes boss. It's the same car you asked us to find." "Thank you Bruce. Now listen to me Josh. Let's first have them so I can get some information. They are likely the possible way for me to know more about Dr. Jones." "Yes sir." Agreed Josh seeing his way out. Back at the containment room, Jessica had already gained her consciousness and was trying to punch her way out of the cage but it was dearly impossible.