[center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjcyLmM0YzRjNC5Ua1ZQVkU5TFdVOCwuMQAA/adlanta.light.png[/img]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/Hrers88.png[/img][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][indent]neotokyo, japan. wednesday, 11:45am; mid-day. to any regular person, this was just another time of just another day that reminded them they were far from done with school, work, or the likes. however, to a select group of people, this moment was something more. this was when meetings were held, and decisions were made. out of all the people who were going to disappear, which ones should go first?

this decision wasn't going to pan out like all others before it, though.

because, somewhere, there was someone else present for this meeting. and they weren't planning on keeping the events that transpired a secret.[indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/center][indent][indent]tokyo was beautiful this time of day. beams of sunlight stretched down and painted buildings gold, their beams sometimes reaching as far as the streets below, coating passers-by in a radiant warmth that they gladly soaked up. there were the constant sounds of cheerful voices and market stall vendors presenting their fresh foods to the public; an overwhelming sound to some, but to frequenters of heavily populated districts, it was simply another thing to enjoy about the city. the sounds, of course, were fainter to the various people sunbathing on rooftop gardens or in the windows of tall hotel buildings, where they enjoyed whatever luxuries they could afford and were satisfied with the provided service.

so, yes, one might say that life in neotokyo was practically [i]perfect[/i].

however, as six phones all across various districts and neighbourhoods of the city simultaneously buzzed, ringed, or pop!-ed with a notification, they were going to find that their lives were about to become a living hell.

as they did what any other person would do - check their phone to see who the hell was bothering them at [i]midday on a wednesday[/i] - they would be greeted with this message:
[center]+819512491348
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i'm sure you'll recognise what this means.
41.526182, 140.898230.
there's a safehouse here.
i suggest you run.[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
and, if they were to open the attached image, they would find a list jotted down on the seemingly holographic board of an all-too familiar room, with every other name except theirs blacked out. their reactions would vary, as they were all different people of different personalities and different upbringings, but the conclusion they would come to would hardly be different from the rest.

if they didn't do something, they'd be gone by tomorrow morning and nobody would even know it.[/indent]