“Good job, people," Zed says, as the cannons run out of ammo and spin down. "Oracle let the other teams know we’ve retaken central command.”
But a voice calls out. “Let us save you the trouble, ‘Oracle.’ Because none of you are in command of anything.” The voice might once have been human, but now it’s anything but.
K and Zed stare in shock at the door leading in from the hallway, where three Agents are confidentally walking into the shooting gallery.
“Agent N,” Zed growls.
“As if that name could mean anything to me now, meatsack. I’m no longer just ‘N’ any more than these are just Agents ‘Y’ and ‘T’. We are all much more than that.”
“But all any of you are is dead.”
N stands there with a mocking grin, but tendrils of Black Oil are already spilling out of the mouths and ears of what once were Y and T. And as the blasted Oil scattered around the room begins to recover, the three hosts prepare to attack.
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Date: 2007-03-05 03:35 am (UTC)But a voice calls out. “Let us save you the trouble, ‘Oracle.’ Because none of you are in command of anything.” The voice might once have been human, but now it’s anything but.
K and Zed stare in shock at the door leading in from the hallway, where three Agents are confidentally walking into the shooting gallery.
“Agent N,” Zed growls.
“As if that name could mean anything to me now, meatsack. I’m no longer just ‘N’ any more than these are just Agents ‘Y’ and ‘T’. We are all much more than that.”
“But all any of you are is dead.”
N stands there with a mocking grin, but tendrils of Black Oil are already spilling out of the mouths and ears of what once were Y and T. And as the blasted Oil scattered around the room begins to recover, the three hosts prepare to attack.