Digital Waltz

Kaylee Brown wrote:(Everyone)

After a moment, Mira's voice came through the earpiece:

"Guys, the police escort is here. Lets board and get the hell out of here.
We shouldn't linger here any longer than necessary. The longer we stay in one place, the more chance of another attack against Jane"

The hooded figure passes Mira's phone back to her, and then dissapears into the backalleys.

Violets eyes flick to emerald, "Emerald!" she calls catching up with her, "You can always come with us! We're always looking for new members of the group... I think.

Rain gets up, "sorry for shooting you Mist... It just seemed that talking wasn't really an option there... Given i didn't try but when there is somepony trying to kill your prime objective you dont really think of talking first."

//Posts might be scarce for the next little bit. Just a heads up in case I disappear for an extended period of time. It's not a guaranteed disappearance, this is a just in case FYI.

(Radiance)
Before Emerald started walking off Radiance pulls out a card from one of the many pockets lining the inside of his coat and hands it to Emerald. "If you do learn anything, or if something strikes your memory. Give me call." On the card is a neatly written out phone number. The rest of the card is blank.

(Serena)
Serena's fingers rapidly tapped on the screen of her phone. Both her thumbs and the lines of code scrolling across the screen became a blur. Several seconds later and she stops, a smirk barely visible on her face.

(Naomi)
The mare moved back to the main door and stepped out. She looked around the room one more time then walked towards the door and headed to the police escort.

(Everyone)


Emerald released a small smile to Violet: "...I'm afraid I would be of no help to you. I'm just an actress. Apart from dancing, there's not much else I can do"

She became a bit serious and gave a meaningful nod to Violet: "...you'll be alright though... I have a feeling you'll be alright.."


Emerald smiled, took the card from Radiance and waved goodbye: "If I'll remember anything, I'll be sure to give you a call" she said and slowly walked through the door to the backstage. The paratroopers followed her.



Jane slightly nodded, looking at Mist: "Thank you" she said, smiling a bit.

Tomas came closer and tried to help Mist stand up: "..lean on me, I'll help you get to the cars"




As you move outside, you notice 4 armored police vans, parked just outside of the club.
The words:
'ZERBER - Special Police Unit' were printed on the side of the vehicles, just under a large drawing of a wolf with wings.


A few of the police officers had climbed out of the vans and were now taking a brief smoke, leaning against the vans side.
Their faces were very grim. They emptily stared into space, consumed by their own thoughts, as they smoked.



Mira checked her phone, to see how well the videos were doing. When she looked up, she noticed the unknown figure was gone: "W-..where did he go?.." she called, then exhaled and looked around for a bit.


Her eyes suddenly widened. She emitted a high pitched squeaky noise and frolicked towards one of the police vans:
"BREN! TED! OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ITS BEEN AGES!!!" Mira shrieked, hopping closer to a pair of officers, smoking next to the vans.
The pair almost jumped out of their skin, one of them nearly dropped his cigarette.


"Miraaa.." Ted smiled slightly and waved. Bren looked at her and nodded. The two officers looked extremely worn down and exhausted. They tried to muster the strength to match Mira's excited tone, but they were clearly out of energy.


Mira excitedly grinned, almost hopping in place: "Oh my gosh you guys! I can't believe I ran into you! Its been ages! We haven't gathered our high school group for months! We have to get in touch with the others and go for a barbecue and beers again!"


"S-sure.. maybe later.." Bren smiled weakly. It was clear that both Ted and Bren were too consumed by their own thoughts and too deep inside their own world to maintain conversation.


Mira looked at them, raising an eyebrow slightly and trying to smile: "Whats up with you guys, you look like you came back from a war zone"


"Ehehe... no, nothing that exciting.." Bren waved it off: "Just.. you know.. every day stuff"





"Alright, everyone" Tomas called over the area: "We're a big group so we won't fit into one vehicle.

Jane, Oboro, Naomi, Rain, Moon and me will ride in the first vehicle.

Mira, Arnold, Serena, Radiance, Violet and Mist will ride in the second one.

The third and forth vehicle will provide escort, in front and behind us. Put your seat belts and stay put. We'll be escorted by one of the most elite police units in the Union.
They're heavily augmented and trained to respond to any scenario. If anything happens, protect Jane and stay in the cars. The police will take care of the rest"


He waved to everyone and the police officers started putting out their cigarettes and climbing back into the escort vans.


"See you later Mira" Ted and Bren waved slightly and boarded their vehicle.

Mira stuck out her bottom lip in disappointment: "AAAwww! We're in different vehicles?... okaay.." she wandered off to another van.




As you began boarding the vans, Amy's voice rang through your earpiece:


"A single program to hack a Rumba.. I don't think it would work.

The issue with every program, is that its limited to the programming you gave it. It cannot make autonomous decisions or react to unforeseen events.

If event 'A' happens, do 'B'
If event 'X' happens, do 'Y'

That's the basic commands we input into every program, so it can serve its function.

But if an unforeseen 'event' happens, the program stops working.
Since the programmer didn't anticipate this 'event', he didn't tell the program how to react to it. And the program can't decide how to act on its own, when its met with something unknown, unforeseen.


That's what would happen, if someone tried to hack a Rumba.
Its security protocols are build from layers, upon layers of hidden security. You can't see what inside, until you start peeling the layers off, one by one.

You'd need to write a separate program, from scratch, to hack each layer. And if the Rumba detects a hacking attempt, it shuts down immediately.


To successfully hack a Rumba, one would need years of time, trial and error, trying to hack one Rumba after another, until he designed and wrote a set of programs, that would execute their jobs one after another, and peel off all the layers of security.

It would take years, decades, even for a group of experienced hackers.




...However... there is.. one other possibility.. to hack a Rumba, using only a single program.


...In theory... if someone ever designed a program that was.. self conscious.. it would be able to breach a Rumba's security, in seconds.
A program with cognitive skills of its own. Able to adapt to any unforeseen situation and rewrite itself, to fit any scenario.

Coupled with a fast computer processor, it could breach a Rumba.
Hell, it could breach anything."



"Amy.." Mira sighed: "You're talking science fiction. A computer program with cognitive skills? Its not a living organism. Its just lines of code. Something like that doesn't exist. It can't even be created"


"I know, I know" Amy heavily sighed in exhaustion: "But... someone... hacked a Rumba... and... I don't know how"

(Twilight)


"You mean the battle on the Bodewig airship? When we destroyed the Mirror of Toruviel, stopped all those demons pouring through? It did happen over the skies of Adelheid, yeah"

Kaylee fell into thought: "...it happened in March.. our airship crashed just next to the lake in Adelheid.

...they build a memorial there, you know? For the heroes of Adelheid. The crew of just under 300 souls that faced death and flew willingly into a suicide mission. A third of them, died.. others... fell into a coma.. like we did.."



Kaylee slightly hugged her knees and looked into space:

"..I've been there, a few times. The B-401-Bodewig Memorial. A beautiful statue of our warship, standing just on the edge of the lake. The names of its crew, written in stone, under it. Its... a beautiful place for a memorial... breath taking.. I've... lost too many friends there.."


She heavily sighed and looked away, hiding the trace of tears in her eyes.

After a few moments she looked at you again: "..its.. a good place... people leave flowers there...
Have you been?.. we should both visit sometime.."


She hugged her knees again, falling deep into thought. After a moment, she called:

"...hey, do you remember Audrey Swan?"

Kaylee Brown wrote:(Everyone)


Emerald released a small smile to Violet: "...I'm afraid I would be of no help to you. I'm just an actress. Apart from dancing, there's not much else I can do"

She became a bit serious and gave a meaningful nod to Violet: "...you'll be alright though... I have a feeling you'll be alright.."


Emerald smiled, took the card from Radiance and waved goodbye: "If I'll remember anything, I'll be sure to give you a call" she said and slowly walked through the door to the backstage. The paratroopers followed her.



Jane slightly nodded, looking at Mist: "Thank you" she said, smiling a bit.

Tomas came closer and tried to help Mist stand up: "..lean on me, I'll help you get to the cars"




As you move outside, you notice 4 armored police vans, parked just outside of the club.
The words:
'ZERBER - Special Police Unit' were printed on the side of the vehicles, just under a large drawing of a wolf with wings.


A few of the police officers had climbed out of the vans and were now taking a brief smoke, leaning against the vans side.
Their faces were very grim. They emptily stared into space, consumed by their own thoughts, as they smoked.



Mira checked her phone, to see how well the videos were doing. When she looked up, she noticed the unknown figure was gone: "W-..where did he go?.." she called, then exhaled and looked around for a bit.


Her eyes suddenly widened. She emitted a high pitched squeaky noise and frolicked towards one of the police vans:
"BREN! TED! OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ITS BEEN AGES!!!" Mira shrieked, hopping closer to a pair of officers, smoking next to the vans.
The pair almost jumped out of their skin, one of them nearly dropped his cigarette.


"Miraaa.." Ted smiled slightly and waved. Bren looked at her and nodded. The two officers looked extremely worn down and exhausted. They tried to muster the strength to match Mira's excited tone, but they were clearly out of energy.


Mira excitedly grinned, almost hopping in place: "Oh my gosh you guys! I can't believe I ran into you! Its been ages! We haven't gathered our high school group for months! We have to get in touch with the others and go for a barbecue and beers again!"


"S-sure.. maybe later.." Bren smiled weakly. It was clear that both Ted and Bren were too consumed by their own thoughts and too deep inside their own world to maintain conversation.


Mira looked at them, raising an eyebrow slightly and trying to smile: "Whats up with you guys, you look like you came back from a war zone"


"Ehehe... no, nothing that exciting.." Bren waved it off: "Just.. you know.. every day stuff"





"Alright, everyone" Tomas called over the area: "We're a big group so we won't fit into one vehicle.

Jane, Oboro, Naomi, Rain, Moon and me will ride in the first vehicle.

Mira, Arnold, Serena, Radiance, Violet and Mist will ride in the second one.

The third and forth vehicle will provide escort, in front and behind us. Put your seat belts and stay put. We'll be escorted by one of the most elite police units in the Union.
They're heavily augmented and trained to respond to any scenario. If anything happens, protect Jane and stay in the cars. The police will take care of the rest"


He waved to everyone and the police officers started putting out their cigarettes and climbing back into the escort vans.


"See you later Mira" Ted and Bren waved slightly and boarded their vehicle.

Mira stuck out her bottom lip in disappointment: "AAAwww! We're in different vehicles?... okaay.." she wandered off to another van.




As you began boarding the vans, Amy's voice rang through your earpiece:


"A single program to hack a Rumba.. I don't think it would work.

The issue with every program, is that its limited to the programming you gave it. It cannot make autonomous decisions or react to unforeseen events.

If event 'A' happens, do 'B'
If event 'X' happens, do 'Y'

That's the basic commands we input into every program, so it can serve its function.

But if an unforeseen 'event' happens, the program stops working.
Since the programmer didn't anticipate this 'event', he didn't tell the program how to react to it. And the program can't decide how to act on its own, when its met with something unknown, unforeseen.


That's what would happen, if someone tried to hack a Rumba.
Its security protocols are build from layers, upon layers of hidden security. You can't see what inside, until you start peeling the layers off, one by one.

You'd need to write a separate program, from scratch, to hack each layer. And if the Rumba detects a hacking attempt, it shuts down immediately.


To successfully hack a Rumba, one would need years of time, trial and error, trying to hack one Rumba after another, until he designed and wrote a set of programs, that would execute their jobs one after another, and peel off all the layers of security.

It would take years, decades, even for a group of experienced hackers.




...However... there is.. one other possibility.. to hack a Rumba, using only a single program.


...In theory... if someone ever designed a program that was.. self conscious.. it would be able to breach a Rumba's security, in seconds.
A program with cognitive skills of its own. Able to adapt to any unforeseen situation and rewrite itself, to fit any scenario.

Coupled with a fast computer processor, it could breach a Rumba.
Hell, it could breach anything."



"Amy.." Mira sighed: "You're talking science fiction. A computer program with cognitive skills? Its not a living organism. Its just lines of code. Something like that doesn't exist. It can't even be created"


"I know, I know" Amy heavily sighed in exhaustion: "But... someone... hacked a Rumba... and... I don't know how"

As the hooded figure follows the groups progress from the shadows in a nearby alleyway, they go over what they've learnt "So someone hacked a Rumba? That shouldn't be possible, no-one has reaction times fast enough to beat the various layers of cyber-defence... unless it wasn't a person." They look back at the U Medvedya "The A.I. job, back in Stalliongrad... I though i closed that down for good in the fire? Did another member of the research team survive, or did someone else recover the data somehow, or is this unconnected, an entirely seperate convergeant evolution of silicon-based life?"

The hooded figure turns and makes their way deeper into the sidestreets "Along with the reveal that Neurochips are seemingly still in production, this raises many questions and answers few... are the chips and the A.I. related, or merely adjacent, it can't just be a coincedence can it? As of now, i guess i only have one lead to follow that might give an answer to an question; YA dolzhen vernut'sya k Verria, u menya yest' ser'yeznoye ogrableniye."

// Kaylee, do you have a copy of the world map you made you could post?

// Here you go mate ^^

Updated world map:

Kaylee Brown wrote:// Here you go mate ^^

Updated world map:

//Thanks, we're in Soren, right?

// Yup ^^

Kaylee Brown wrote:// Yup ^^

//Also, why is Artemis on there twice in differet locations?

// The country of Artemis was first born on a series of islands, located at the bottom left corner of the map.

In addition, they colonized an area on the mainland, several hundred years back.

At present day, the country of Artemis holds two regions, located almost on the opposite sides of the globe.

Kaylee Brown wrote:// The country of Artemis was first born on a series of islands, located at the bottom left corner of the map.

In addition, they colonized an area on the mainland, several hundred years back.

At present day, the country of Artemis holds two regions, located almost on the opposite sides of the globe.

//Really imaginative when it comes to naming things, those guys...

(Arnold)

"Keep her safe, guys, you'll be the first line of defense!" He says as he enters the vehicle.

Inside, while hearing the updates on this, he decides to stay quiet. He didn't see what went on outside and lacked the sheer grasp of technology to give more then shots in the dark. So better no line then a dumb line.

(Oboro)

"Uh, wait, can I..." She mutters weakly as the others had already entered. She sighs, not looking forward to be stuck in a close space with someone from Artemis. Nothing personal, just issues with them.

Inside, she sat down, hoping to avoid letting her hatred of Artemis leak out. So she listened to the messages sended about the code.

"A living code... That does sound rather far-fetched. It hasn't been made before, it's out of the hands of ponies."

When she says the last line, she frowned in thought. "Or any being, I guess. Or is it..."

(Twilight)

She began to ponder.

"Audrey... Audrey... Yeah, I recall her. She worked on the Bodewig, alongside you. Yeah, that has been a while. How is she doing?"

Kaylee Brown wrote:// Here you go mate ^^

Updated world map:

The hooded figure pulls out a world map to check how far away Verria is, and then heads towards the nearest phonebooth.

(Moon)

"Sounds quite absurd if you ask me." Moon mumbled "Then again, I am hardly an expert on computers. But, could the police just temporarily shut down the robots so they can't be hacked. To stop innocents being harmed."

(Mist)

Mist settled down I'm a seat, wincing a little. She sighed and pulled her phone out and sent a text to those who had employed her.

- Forced to cancel contract. Find someone else with a death wish.

(Not Wyvern)


You find a phone booth relatively quickly. There was one, at the corner of the street, not far from the dance club.

The road was still packed with cars, stuck in the traffic jam. The only ones able to move through, were the police vans.

The four vans slowly zig-zagged through the traffic jam and finally drove onto the open road.








(Everyone)


"Probably for the best" Tomas nodded to Moon: "I'll radio the police department. Shutting down every police Rumba in the city, may present a lot of complications.
A lot of the robots are helping with riot control and crime prevention, but maybe the department will agree to shut at least some of them down.
I'll give it a shot" he nodded and pressed his hand into his earpiece. After a moment, he began speaking with someone, wearing a concentrated look on his face.



As Mist sent out the text, her phone beeped and showed an automated alert message:

- Error. The Number You Dialed - Does Not Exist.



As you boarded the vans, the vehicles slowly roared to life and started making their way through the streets.

The two police officers, Ted and Bren, boarded the vehicle together with Jane. The two officers still looked like a pair of stormy clouds, their expressions haunted and grim.


Small drops of rain started to appear on the vans windows and Jane audibly sighed, looking at the buildings outside.
She seems to be falling deep into thought.



Amy's voice rang in your earpiece after a while:


"...maybe the mafia boss was right. Maybe its all just a hoax.
Maybe there was no hacking attempt.

The police Rumbas are remote controlled. For every robot, there's an operator. A cop, sitting with a joystick, inside the police department, controlling every move the robot makes.

Maybe one of the cops just pulled a hoax, made it look like a Rumba was hacked. When, in reality, he was still controlling the Rumba himself, made it tackle that soda truck.

It would make a lot more sense than a sentient program"



Tomas became grim: "...that's... troubling..." he said and looked through the window as well.

As he and Jane, both stared out the windows, you once again notice a small opening at the back of Jane's neck.

She definitely had a Neurochip at some point. And later, it was removed.

(Twilight)


"After the airship crash landed, she was hospitalized. Had an extremely complicated injury. Took almost a year to heal.
Later, she was transferred to a maximum security prison. Her lawyer made a successful appeal and she's now serving time under house arrest.


She.. was a criminal... in legal terms.


She was the leader of the Uroburos cult. The one responsible for unleashing the demon threat upon the world.


She did have a change of heart, in the end. Helped us, when it really mattered. Flew with us, into the suicide mission.."



Kaylee became grim: "..her words still haunt me.. sometimes... Do you remember, what she said, when we spoke to her?


She said... something bad happened to her. Something really bad happened to her friend, when she was young.

Because of that event, she lost all faith in the world. Lost faith in people. She hated the world, so much, she wanted to destroy it.


Can you imagine in?.. having your entire life, shatter around you.. loosing your mind to grief, to the point where you just want to destroy everything.. when everything looses its meaning..
It scares me.


I know that Audrey caused the Mirror incident, I know she almost erased the world, but, I can't help but feel sorry. What the hell happened to her, to make her loose her mind like that.."

Rain twirls an arrow in her fingers, "It's good ta' see you again moon..." she smiles, "you and your family should look at homes in Nyx ya know!" she smiles at her, "It would be nice to see you more often ya' know?" she looks down frowning a bit, "its also... Night... Almost all the time..." she gives her a somewhat shy smile.

Violet looks to Mist, "i must say... Im confident in our commander." she crosses her arms looking at mists wound, "if our army is trained anything like that... Mixed with what Princess K knows... Well... I'd say they are nearly the most deadly army ever..."

(Everyone)


The staccato of rain began to echo over the vans roof, as you drove through the streets of Adelheid. The veil of rain slowly grew thicker, until it obscured the sky from view.

Countless pedestrians raced towards restaurants and bars, trying to find shelter. Dozens of umbrellas were opened, blooming over the street like dark flowers, as their holders hung on to them tightly and moved under the downpour.



The clock on the van's dashboard read 11:59 in the afternoon, when your radio suddenly clicked and a raspy voice slowly came through:

"...gentlemen" Clopin spoke with audible smirk: "..its good to see you back on the road.

Though, I understand there was some sort of... unscheduled delay... at the dance club.

Can you explain?"

(Moon)

Moon smiled "Great to see you too, if only it was a nicer situation that had brought us together. I did consider moving but Equestria is my home. I've lived in Canterlot for my whole life, which is a long time." She sighed and looked through her pockets before pulling out a small flask of most likely alcohol, and took a sip from it.

She turned to the radio and replied, half telling a truth "We got attacked by an assassin."

(Mist)

She sighed and put her phone away. "I used to be in the army." She sighed "I left because I hated what the other soldiers were doing...." She frowned "I was Artemis. Got posted in Nyx. Hated what the others did to the locals so I left."

Kaylee Brown wrote:(Not Wyvern)


You find a phone booth relatively quickly. There was one, at the corner of the street, not far from the dance club.

The road was still packed with cars, stuck in the traffic jam. The only ones able to move through, were the police vans.

The four vans slowly zig-zagged through the traffic jam and finally drove onto the open road.








(Everyone)


"Probably for the best" Tomas nodded to Moon: "I'll radio the police department. Shutting down every police Rumba in the city, may present a lot of complications.
A lot of the robots are helping with riot control and crime prevention, but maybe the department will agree to shut at least some of them down.
I'll give it a shot" he nodded and pressed his hand into his earpiece. After a moment, he began speaking with someone, wearing a concentrated look on his face.



As Mist sent out the text, her phone beeped and showed an automated alert message:

- Error. The Number You Dialed - Does Not Exist.



As you boarded the vans, the vehicles slowly roared to life and started making their way through the streets.

The two police officers, Ted and Bren, boarded the vehicle together with Jane. The two officers still looked like a pair of stormy clouds, their expressions haunted and grim.


Small drops of rain started to appear on the vans windows and Jane audibly sighed, looking at the buildings outside.
She seems to be falling deep into thought.



Amy's voice rang in your earpiece after a while:


"...maybe the mafia boss was right. Maybe its all just a hoax.
Maybe there was no hacking attempt.

The police Rumbas are remote controlled. For every robot, there's an operator. A cop, sitting with a joystick, inside the police department, controlling every move the robot makes.

Maybe one of the cops just pulled a hoax, made it look like a Rumba was hacked. When, in reality, he was still controlling the Rumba himself, made it tackle that soda truck.

It would make a lot more sense than a sentient program"



Tomas became grim: "...that's... troubling..." he said and looked through the window as well.

As he and Jane, both stared out the windows, you once again notice a small opening at the back of Jane's neck.

She definitely had a Neurochip at some point. And later, it was removed.

The hooded figure clambers into the phone booth just as it starts raining, and calls an old friend.

" 'Ello, Adelheid Crematorium, ya' spurn 'em, we burn 'em, 'ow may i direct ya' call" a bored voice answers.

"Stalliongrad, Verria" the hooded figure replies.

The sound of something heavy falling over on the other side of the line, before it's picked up again "Red Omega?! Is 'at ya'?"

"Red Omega... now that's a name i haven't heard in a long time" the hooded figure chuckled "But yes, it's me. Although i don't go by it anymore, i've been using a different code name; you might have heard of it, Lord Wyvern."

" 'At was ya'?! I 'eard 'e, i mean ya, was dead."

"I picked up too much heat, needed to change again."

"So what are ya' calling ya'self now?"

"Haven't decided yet, probably just going to roll for it on an rpg random name generator table or something."

"Same old Red, so what can i do for ya'?"

"I need a return ticket to and from Stalliongrad, something's come up, and something needs to come up."

"Stealth required?"

"It's Stalliongrad, you know what happened, of course stealth's required."

"Okay 'en, come 'round ta' tha' cremetorium an' i'll 'ave me' plane ready. 'Ope ya' don't mind travelling with other passengers an' cargo, trying ta' make it economical, ya' know?"

"That will be just fine, i'll see you then" the hooded figure ends the call and then examines the map he bought from the kiosk earlier to see where the cremetorium was.

(Arnold)

As soon as Clopin began to speak, he he was on alert.
"There you are, evildoer! What have you done to them already?!"

(Oboro)

She replied as well.
"Well, it seems the people that wanted to attack Jane decided to apply a little more force. As such, we needed to make a stop. But I gotta ask, you know Jane, right? Know her interests, by any chance? Just curious."

(Twilight)

"I have no idea. It has to be bad, that's for sure." She said solemnly. She began to think. "Why? What brought her up so suddenly? Or did that happen in November?"

(Twilight)


"I don't know, just.. came to mind.." Kaylee sighed and subtly looked at Clopin: "..More often than not, the people who end up our opponents, are people who were wronged in some way.

I always wandered if things would have gone differently, if someone had stepped in, before they crossed the line...

I wander if they could have been talked down, before they started their plans. I wander if they can be talked down now..."




Clopin was sitting far off in the corner, talking into his earpiece and typing something on a cellphone.
After a few minutes, he looked at you and called:

"So? No luck with the answer?" he smirked.


Kaylee slightly shook her head.

Clopin smirked again: "Need help with it? Would you like to call a friend?"

(Everyone)


Clopin released a raspy laugh: "You sound on edge, gentlemen. Bad for your blood pressure. I advice you to calm down."

He paused for some reason. It seems he's doing something in the background and its taking a lot of his attention:


"I know about the assassin. You resolved the situation and Jane was unharmed. Therefore, the hostages remain unharmed.
Its odd, however, that you decided stop at a densely populated club, to confront the assassin. A lot of possibilities for collateral damage. It contradicts your psychological profile.

Unless of course, you had no knowledge about the assassin, and came into the club for a different reason..." his voice became grave.


"Clopin.." Tomas called with worry.

"...listen to me carefully." Clopin said firmly and quietly: "Leave. My hacker. Alone. If you try to interfere with the hackers work again, I will be very upset.
You don't want me getting upset now, do you."



He paused, seemingly doing something again in the background:

"As for you last question.
I... do know Jane, to some extent. I believe I know her interests. Or rather, a very specific interest of hers."



Jane turned in her seat, frowning and concentrated. That last line definitely caught her attention:
"...my purpose..." Jane firmly called: "What do you know about it?"


"...have you remembered anything?" Clopin asked.

"..no" Jane said, frowning into space: "I remember I had a purpose. There was something I had to do... something very important to me... and I.. forgot it, somehow"

"Keep trying" Clopin audibly smirked: "I'm sure you'll remember."



He paused. You believe you heard him typing something on a cellphone:

"Now.." Clopin said. He sounds distracted: "If you have any important questions for me, I will reply... to some extent.
If not, I'll prepare a question for you"
















(Not Wyvern)


According to the map, your destination is located roughly 30 minutes away from here, via the public bus line.

As you begin to make your way there, you noticed several times that the security camera's around town, where clearly turning in your direction, each time you passed under one.


Several minutes pass, before your gaze randomly fell onto one of the TV add boards, and you suddenly saw a profile picture of you, showing across the entire screen.

Capital letters under the picture read:

"WANTED - COLLABORATOR WITH THE DISCIPLES OF MAREK.
KNOWN ALIASES: LORD WYVERN. RED OMEGA.
ARREST WARRANT ISSUED.
ANY INFORMATION OR SIGHTING OF THIS INDIVIDUAL, SHOULD BE REPORTED TO THE POLICE IMMEDIATELY."


You notice a large number of people, stopping and looking up at the TV screen, as it displayed a high resolution picture of you.

It looks like it was taken recently, somewhere today.

(Moon)

"What, you have psych profiles of all of us? You bothered researching that crap?" She chuckled, taking another sip of her drink. "Clopin, you are a creepy little guy. Anyway, what are you trying to achieve? What is your whole point in this? How much do you know about us?"

(Mist)

"Who the fuck is that?" Mist frowned, her razor blades extending for a moment. They shone in the dim light.