Ghost didn't hesitate. He leaned back as the world slowed into a crawl—Bullet Time. He watched the golden trails of lead whistle past his ears, then launched himself forward. This wasn't just a game. This was the data Zion needed to survive. He had to get the download back to the hardline, or the "free" file would cost him everything.
The world didn't dissolve into the green rain of code they expected. Instead, the deck of the Logos seemed to fold in on itself. Ghost felt the familiar, sickening jolt of a pirate signal override. When he opened his eyes, he wasn't on the ship. He was standing in the middle of a rain-slicked rooftop in Downtown, the neon signs of the Mega City blurring into streaks of electric blue. "Niobe? You copy?" Enter the Matrix Free Download
"You sure about this?" Niobe asked, her fingers hovering over the hardline sequence. "A 'free download' from an unknown signal? It sounds like a Merovingian trap." Ghost didn't hesitate
