Releaved After hiding in the corner Alpha slowly dragged himself out. He was in no shape to battling whisper even if the humans could use all the help they could get. He looked at his his arm and sighed. He knew he would have to get it looked at. Just then a big explosion happened in the background. He quickly jumped to his feat and looked outside. He saw Whisper looking over the rubage and start to make a few phone calls. He went back behind his wall of cover and bandaged his arm with a quick fix. He then proceed to try and see what Whisper was doing. Convincing himself that it was better to follow at a short distance. He could always use the cover that he did not engage Whisper so there for he was on his side. Shaking off his pain he went to do what he did best, gather infomation.

Insaniac chuckled. "I think it's pretty obvious he's hooked up with his buddies and is plotting how to keep an eye on us or pull a stunt on us. They're probably already trying to get something into our system." Insaniac got up from his seat and with a fake french accent, he says "Now if you would pardon me, I must take a piss as a superior program who has his head up his ass."

While listening to there meeting Alpha started to drift back to his old days of glory. Remebering when runts like Whispers and others would look up to him to get the job done. Then with a sudden jerk he started to remeber the fated day that was his undoing. He remebered it like it was yesterday. His soul now burned with anger and with out thinking he began to reload the empty clip of his Deagle. In his subconcious mind he knew that they would all pay. Not the his agents, but that backstabbing program.. that most called the Merovingian.

He shook his head and remebered what he was supposed to be doing. Keeping on track with there conversations he slowly started to redraw the hate he had for himself and the "emotions" that were programed into him. He may have been made to copy humans... but it was times like this when his "human" traits did not serve him well.

Whisper, Spectre, and Phantom discussed how to take on the crew of the Morpheus while Poltergeist hacked into Zion through a laptop computer. Guns and other weapons clanked under their identical overcoats. The four programs heard a rustling in a pile of debris. They all turned in unison and Spectre, without warning, raised a gatling gun ((That's right, a friggin' gatling gun!)) and opened fire.

Performing a nearly perfect forward flip over the area targeted by the ammo fire and landed a little to the side with both hands in the air and a smile on his face.

"Hey Whisper! Now now, is that really anyway to treat the person who tipped you off earlier today. Though I can see they are a little to much for you. At this point i think you could use all the help you can get. As for me.. i am your average information gather. I think you could use my help... For starters. Instead of hacking into there systems which they may be expecting, why not use a pass code I picked up and it would just look like one of them and they would be none the wiser?" spelled off Alpha not allowing time for them to retarget him.

He waited for them to accept his deal, he knew in the long run they would have to. For even all of them this whole thing got way beyond them once "He" joined in.

"That's why we wont advertise this," he stated. "We're supposed to be heading in for a resupply anyway. We'll just keep all the planing in person and the coding in the a construct not attached to the Matrix or the Zion mainframe." He sat up and clasped his hands in front of him. "We'll head back to Zion and after a good rest use the ports there to sneak into the Matrix and keep an eye on those programs. I know someone that will help us stay hidden." With that he got up and paced a bit tapping on pipes and the wall as he went. This was his usual manerism while thinking. "I'd like to know who that other program was though. That will be another thing to find out. For now I think it's time we relaxed a bit and got to know our new guest. Your reputation perceeds you Adept but I would like to know more; and I'm sure you would also like to know more about my crew."

Spectre kept the gatling gun pointed straight at Alpha, and the other three all took out automatic weapons. They all began to advance silently and menacingly.

Adept flushed, unused to the compliment. "You flatter me, Captain. I am a wanderer of the Matrix; I have passed through all of its precincts at some time, and fought most of its foes at least once, with varying results. Other than that, you'll have to be more specific with your questions."
He paused. "I must admit, though, I am curious about you and your crew. The crew of the Morpheus is far from unknown in the precincts of the Matrix. I can see why the Oracle would choose this crew for her... mission. I am afraid, however, that I don't know much about your history, or about each of you individually. How did you become a crew, for instance?" He looked at Insaniac. "And while it is understandable, where did you get all of the anger you show towards programs?"

Insaniac chuckled. "When you get a metallic bug impanted in your naval during your formative years in the slums of a virtual city, that yields both hatred and eccentricity. Thankfully it was removed before any harm was done. After I was awakened, I adapted well. I fought in the siege, so that adds more animosity. Finally, my original crew was slaughtered by the Twins' minions during a mission, including Karma." Insaniac's eye twitched at the name. "Then I was transfered here. Get the idea?"

Adept winced in sympathy at the thought of the bugs. He was thankful that he had never had one implanted in him - before his awakening no agent had had a reason, and afterwards, well, agents had trouble getting things like that near him - but he had seen them. He winced again at the mental image of the death of the crew of Insaniac's original crew. When Insaniac finished he asked: "So how did you end up with the crew of the Morpheus?"