Come and get me--or help me-- (Police, gods, open)

[trinity_matrix3]

No matter if she was human or not, Trinity knew that she would most likely be dead in a matter of hours if her plan didn’t work. And yet, she still kept typing on the keyboard. Algorithmic threads flooded her screen and she concentrated on breaking them and typing faster than the security patches could to keep up with the destruction she was sowing

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[_call_me_snake_]

Snake had been following the FBI tring to find out what the hell had happened at the other building, the one he hd supposedly blown up. They were all converging on a building and he was curious as to why they would breakdown the door on this piece of shit building. Snake pulled his guns and followed behind silently up the stairs. He had to know what all theis FBI activity was, too much was happening too close to home for his comfort.

[trinity_matrix3]

Freeze FBI!! They yelled at the top of their lungs. They sounded nervous but when they saw Trinity their voices became more confident. After all, it was only one little girl. Trinity sat quietly at the computer as the circle of agents tightened around her.

Step away from the desk! Put your hands on your head!!! They barked out orders which she ignored.

[_call_me_snake_]

Snake had slipped up behind them but he couldn't see exactly what was happening and getting any closer would be certain death. As they moved in Snake followed to the doorway trying to see who they were after. The confidence in their voice increased and he assumed that it was a lone, unarmed individual. Usual prey for these bastards. He continued to watch nervously ready to bolt if they turned toward him. He waited and watched eye and ears straining to keep up with his surroundings and discover who was unfortunate enough to attract this kind of attention.

[trinity_matrix3]

Without glancing back she could tell that there was a FBI swat team behind her. A bunch of heavily armed men overconfident in their weapons. There was safety in numbers, but not for them. The first man slowly inched toward her with handicuffs readied. Her hands were behind her head and he reached out for one of them.

"Touch me, and you'll be picking your hand up off the floor." She said flatly. He snorted and didn't listen. The FBI agent was right next to her now, his weapon slightly lowered. Seeing an opening Trinity grabbed the barral of the automatic shotgun and slammed it into his stomach. Dropping quickly, he let go of the gun. She flipped back shooting at the agents as she did. A shower of bullets sprayed out from all sides.