Sarah suppressed a gasp as Laura pulled the corpse up and lugged it over her shoulder. She'd completely forgotten how strong Laura was, a testament both to her genetic heritage and her supreme physical training. Draped over Laura's shoulder with arms and legs dangling, Sarah bit her lip when Laura adjusted her burden, placing a hand upon her buttocks to steady her. Then she took a running leap at a wall and bounded up using her claws as pitons. Sarah was bounced mercilessly.

Goddamn Laura was so hot right now... Sarah couldn't help but feel flushed. Laura's long black hair, which Sarah almost had a mouthful of, smelled simply wonderful. A girl as pretty as Laura but with all the mannerisms of a guy and a guy's strength to boot. Sarah could just melt into that.

Blushing hotly, Sarah realized that Laura might be able to smell what she was thinking. First the arousal and now the fear that came with it, the fear of being discovered. Being set down was even more terrifying. What Laura had smelled? What might she discern looking into Sarah's eyes? She was almost relieved when Laura asked a seemingly innocuous question.

"No idea at all," Sarah admitted, "Taki's not finished this thing yet. He's planning on marketing this thing when VR tech hits the mainstream. He meant this thing to be persistent...so maybe there is no coming back?"

Sarah paused a moment, thinking. Finding it difficult with Laura hovering over her so closely, almost protectively. Laura could probably ravish her and there wasn't a damn thing Sarah would be able to do to stop her.

"Uh... Whatever. Let's take you to something that is finished," Sarah said after several moments. "something I think you'd enjoy

"Danger Room. Set character status of Assallya Kressair to Dead, save and end. Boot up the Assassin's Creed program aboard the Ebon Raptor."

There was a wash of colour as and Sarah closed her eyes. The Danger Room changing programs was like washing away the world and replacing it with something new. It sometimes made her stomach queasy. In mere moments they world rearranged itself and became the aft castle of a ship, complete with wheel. It was a medium sized vessel, 
a brig, with the speed of a schooner and the firepower of the much larger frigate.

Almost dancing over the wooden planks on her bare feet Sarah caressed the wheel and realized she wasn't quite in the right costume. That was in her duffle bag. Oh well. The programmed sailors wouldn't be able to tell the difference. The false wind stirred her loose tresses but she couldn't quite feel the spray of water on her face. No, there was no real water about.

"This is my baby," Sarah said as she approached the railing next to wheel and looked out across the deck, "the Ebon Raptor. She's a brig, not a brigantine- that's something else- and with her I plunder the Mediterranean. This thing's not like the other. There's no real story save what we make. Some of the other rookies and even some students are running around. If you are killed, by either an NPC or another player you just start all over again. I started out with nothing, stole a small ship and took larger and larger ships until I got this one. Then I started adding guns and armour until it's what you see now.

"This is the one you should play. You board ships, slash about with a holographic sword, kill NPCs and other players and take their stuff. It's as simple as that but it's also training."