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ELYSIUM HEADQUARTERSL: CYBER HQ

They sat in front of computers that circled around the room like a cybernetic Round table with Mark, aka K1ng 4rth0ur at the end. The sound of keys clacking with each stroke as they secured the server. It ran off of multiple I.P address and through multiple government servers, including the ever so famous TOR. 

"Mark we secured the sever"

"Connecting to players' IP Addresses"

"IP address secured"

"Rerouting them through TOR"

"Accessing players' stats"

"Players' stats accessed"

"Alright good. Let me know when you connect to each player." Mark scanned the room before taking a sip of coffee.

"Player Aurora Locke, @The ghost in black connected."

"Player James Carroll, @SomewhatAverage connected."

"Player Harayuki Hiro, @Polaris North connected."

"Player Janus Allen, @drewccapp connected."

"Player Shane Shinoda, @PatrickDrummer connected."

"Player Bobby Hill, @ProjectOdin connected."

"Player John Krueger.... Wait hold on..." THe one hacker squinted his eyes at the screen as his fingers ran along his keyboard over the various keys. Mark looked over to him to see the man shaking his head before slamming his fist onto the table. 

"Kev what is it?" Kevin looked at mark with a furrowed brow.

"He Doxed me."

"He did what?"

With a grunt Kevin turned the screen to him. "He DOXED MY ASS OUT OF HIS CONNECTION!"

Mark ran a hand through his hair. "Alright just record this message for him if you can. Starting video feed in 3...2...1"

"Ladies and gentlemen good afternoon-"

Genesis: Sactuary Pyre

Those gathered in the small place talked lightly with each other, mostly confused about the odd loading. They had a simple message from the UN asking about assistance but that was all. Now it was time to actually contact them. The message screen popped up and any attempt to remove it failed. "Ladies and gentlemen good afternoon...or evening. I don't know what it is for you all but here its around 1:30pm. I am Mark Kissenger, lead sanctioned hacker of the game Elysium and in collaboration with the UN we managed to secure a server in order to send this to you. I'm sorry but this is a one way transmission to lessen the chance of being located and no, we cannot pull you out of the game this way since it would be too dangerous. Myself and a few other beta testers, some of you may have played with or against, hand picked you for this thanks to your skills, combat prowess, class knowledge and other aspects as well. We have also tried getting in touch with another player who goes by "Spectre", but he seems to not to want to have us contact him as of now but besides that, we choose you because we think you can stop R3v314t1on. As you know, R3v134t1on was the cause of the Killion Massacre and has killed thousands of players after that as well making him the world's most wanted man at the moment."

Their screens went black for a moment as only @drewccapp Watcher's remained. 

"Janus we are sorry for your losses and the creator of the game has contacted your friend's families and has promised to pay for their funerals in its entirety." Sad eyes met Janus's own.

"I lost a few friends in Killion myself and its hard but I know you and the rest here will be able to take him down." He said with confidence.

Their screens returned to normal with Mark leaning back in his chair, scratching the back of his head. He sighed.

"Time to lighten things up a bit. Senji the creator, the hackers and myself have managed to remove the level caps for all of you as you can see in 3...2....1." 

If they were to look up, they would see that next to their name, the level numbers disappeared, proving that they were no longer capped.

"Also if any of you need anything in game just leave a personal not in you Codex and we will see what we can do. Also after R3v314t1on is removed, the UN has promised you all anything you want as reward for your cooperation in taking down the international cyber terrorist group. Now with this being said-"

Marks screen minimized slightly as a face popped up on screen. 

"This is Mayhem, one of the founders of R3v314t1on. He currently resides in Santuary Killion." He sniffed as he took a sip of coffee again.

"We think he may know the whereabouts of their leader who was dubbed "Glitch", by himself of course. Egotistical bastard. Anyway we need you to capture him and get him to talk. The UN does not care what happens to him afterwards. All in all he lost his rights after his actions. Mind you this order comes from a unanimous vote. Afterwards take back and secure Killion. Once this is done Genesis should be good." Mayhem's face was then added to their Codex under: People.

"Now to your question you all are probably asking yourself. Why Pyre? Well-"

He leaned in towards the camera. 

"Pyre is currently one of three Sanctuaries that are still in the control of players, their overall defenses are made of Goliaths and Overwatches while their main force is made of a mix of...well, every other class and subclass you can think of. We have sent word to a player known as Minxy, who seems to be one of their captains. We want you to make contact with her. She has agreed to help you get into Pyre."

Mark sat back again and sighed as inaudible words were spoken.

"Look I'm sorry for all of this but we need you. Millions of families need you. I can't stay on this any longer as we apparently have someone trying to find you guys out. We will contact you later."

The Screen went black and shutdown the HUD of the players.

Exodus: Retrocity Centre

The man ran, panting and throwing people out of his way with his good arm as the other had been shot clean off. The man's eyes quickly scanning the rooftops above, looking for the phantom who shot it off. 

 "NO! NO FUCK YOU! IM NOT TELLING YOU SHI-"

T'ceeewwwwwww

The man's head exploded in tiny hexagonal fragments of data as he disappeared off of the map indefinitely. In the distance, a visible eye softened as the scope lowered as he muttered something under his breath. The "breee-eeeeeeee" of his optical lens adjusting to the normal view echoed quietly in the abandoned construction space on the 20th floor of what was to be an office building. The figure stood and strapped the rifle against his back and made his way to the opposite side of the half constructed room where a ledge lead down to a dumpster below.  Before he could do anything, a recorded message had popped up on his HUD, illuminating his face slightly. He narrowed his eyes and sighed as he brought up his messenger. 

He sent the message and then brought his attention back to his destination. An AI with a female's voice entered his ears. "Height: 250ft, Contents in container: Unknown, Terminal velocity will hit at: 1-hundred feet." The figure side as he took a step near the ledge, his arms out to the sighed as he lept out and down to the dupster below, any trace of him vanishing after he reached his destination.
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