I travelled the roads of Syfia city, parkour the urban landscape. All around the city, people from the other parts of the country have came to loot, see or tour the wrecked city. There was no cops, no military, so violence was so persistent, it just naturally flows here. Its frighten how this city came to be at such a short amount of time.

The Lunar skyscraper that Dan must have mentioned must have been the Lunar news tower. It is the tallest building in the city, it was the HQ of a science news network, mainly focusing on space.

I’ve scaled an office building and look at the Lunar tower. It was tall, it was an older building, with its size shrinking in blocks as it rose four times, it was a wide structure, its base area taking about double the average office building.

I saw civilian looking people with guns guarding the entrance, I have also seen some of them in Technovania before, saddening. There was a small helicopter on top of the building. The grand floor of the office had various barricades, sandbags, wrecked cars and improvised common items found in the city.

Entering the building from the grand floor entrance was a no go, creating an alert was too risky. The building on the right was close and was half its height. If I could scale that office and jump off to the skyscraper, and just climb up from there, I should find Stafaker. He is most likely on the top at the CEO room. Make sense, especially with that helicopter being there.

I go to the shadows at the grand floor and sneak my way to the other office at its west side, which was my right from where I observed.

The other officer building interior was wrecked in the first floor, with footsteps that could be heard but I simply scale my way to the top, which were much better shape and had the typical office ambience of fans and the AC running.

As I reach up the roof top, I heard a fighter jet closing at the location. I looked at my left and saw a US jet fire two missiles at the front of the Lunar news tower. The guards screaming, then the glass shatter rumble caused by the missile tumbled down on the guards, causing agony and panic. The jet flies off to the south.

Soon after US tanks, combat vehicles and soldiers made their way to the Lunar tower and started a gun fight with more thugs coming out of the structure surrounding the tower.

Considering that Stafaker are most likely an enemy to the states, he must be here to take him out. The US military easily overwhelmed the street delvers of Syfia city with their high tech weaponry and training.

But the tides turn, as K-5 came out of the front entrance, tossing and crushing the US soldiers into crumbles.

Kessa must be here, for Stafaker, as she was his mentor. Now I know for sure Stafaker is here, but with the odds evenly match, only I have the position to take out Stafaker’s life. I have to do this.

I jumped to the tower, grabbing a window ledge, I got up, broke the window with my fist and jump in. It was a typical office room with computers divided by partitions and a food station containing a microwave, coffee maker and snacks.

I ran my way to the stairs, but then I heard foot steps from there. I stood behind the entrance wall. My blades at my hand, I heard K-1 voice, “Okay K four, you inspect the tight spaces for any infiltrators, I’ll snipe from above.”. Then K-4 replied in militaristic fashion, “Yes K one.”.

I heard the two separate, one going up the floors above me.

This is really bad, US infiltrators, they must be agents or some sort of assassins, maybe I could make peace but I doubt it.

I stood still and wait for a sniper shot to have an idea where K-1 might in. I waited. The sounds of war was below me, people yelling commands, panicking victims, explosions, crushing rumble. This place used to house employers that delivered information about technological progress of medicine, transportation, space, and AI, but now it is the battleground for the cutting edge sciences of war.

I heard the shot, it was somewhat close, felt like it may be coming from two floors above me. No where near the stairs, I climb them, carefully looking out for K-1 or any traps.

I pass about four floor and heard the sniper shot again, this time it sounded below me, I must have pasted her. I continued, then I heard a fast run from up the stairs, I look up and see a far off camera on to staring at me, they must of notice I’m here.

I tried to not have my face revealed, I heard K-1 calling out, “K two, K four is that you? K three?”. I simply continue to climb the stairs but silently.

As I reach the top floor, I came to this room, with a large metal door on the left and chairs facing to the right towards a large monitor. The door had a camera and a hand scanner. I knew that I wasn’t getting past that door.

From the looks of the window designs, I know that this isn’t the top floor but most likely the fifth floor under the top. I search and there didn’t seem to be any alternative route to the upper floors of the fourth block. It looks like I will have to get to the outer windows and climb from there.

I went to the south side, where the least amount of conflict arose. I broke the glass with a kick, then a man voice demanded, “Fire.”. Three black FBI agents were behind me with their pistols aim at me. Quickly jump out to the ledge and hide behind the window wall of the right side of their perspective.

They started firing their weapons, bullets coming out of the exposed window and hitting the interior walls. One FBI popped out of the window, I shove him out of the building, him falling from the skyscraper. The other two sound like they backed off, they sounded pissed. Then I heard a bruising crunch, followed by the same man shouting, “Team there are two in the top employee floor.”. Then I heard fist fight followed by a the floor being slammed. I quickly made my why climbing to the top of the tower.

As I was climbing, I heard helicopter rotors getting closer from a distance but they were too deep for it to be from that small copter.

When I reach the top floor, a US military assault copter with two gattling guns and two missile bays swooped in on my left. I wave to show gesture not to shoot, then a person wearing a black, bandit mask with a black RPG fired at the copter’s rotors, blowing it to fragments and falling from its position, crashing to the third block and the rest of its body falling to its demises. I heard men screaming from the helicopter.

I climb up to the roof, and as the rocket person was loading another rocket in a small little camp out. I approach quick from behind and I kicked them off the roof. The person screamed in a strange high pitch noise.

I jump to the top floor windows. I peaked and saw Stafaker the CEO desk, on his laptop with the camera plugged in, running a stream, making speeches to his audience. I slowly open the window and crouching in, closing the window as I made may way in.

The room had an about fifth-teen foot ceiling, with dark blue walls and a blue rug in the middle attached from the door to the desk.

Stafaker was talking to his stream angrily and wildly, “...like guys, and girls, and trans, and a... Oh fuck off.”. Then he made this weird “Eheuheuheuheuh.” laugh. Then this much more rational sounding person spoke, “Look at you dude, you are fucking nuts. You shot someone on stream today, the UN gave you way too much of a platform and now you think you are like this...”. He was cut off. Stafaker said, “Good job mods, don’t worry, when we have liberty powers, we will...”. Then he laugh.

I began slowly approaching behind Stafaker. He said with a light tone, “I was a college student for biochemistry okay, yes I failed but I made a lot of friends and we did fight for social justice. We did fought to have our voices heard. I miss the twenty tens, times were so much simpler, but then there was the military life.”.

I heard another voice, this time it sounded like a young woman, “Yo, what with your voice? You sound like your balls sunk back in.”. He yelled, “Pardon me, do you not realize who I am? I contributed to the future, we saved humanity, we...”, then a bunch of calls started getting through, spouted which I couldn’t decipher due to the clash of voices. Stafaker demanded, “Mods, why are all the calls going through? Mods!”.

I then got up and neck lock him with my left arm and my right blade right at his through. I heard a man voice from the stream among the silent blubbering, “Oh my, its the clone girl!”. Stafaker tried to move but I put my blade at the touch of his skin. His hands were up. People on the call and chat was cheering for me. One person of the call cheered, “Kill him, kill that son of a bitch.”. Another person cheered, “The karma!”. Another one, deeper, “Kill, kill, kill.”. Another, “Ass ass nate his ass.”. Another, “Do it!”. Another, “Come on, what are you waiting for ninja? Kill his dumb ass.”. Another, “You fuck with my life, I end yours! Do it.”. Another, “Yes, do it!”.

The voices, it was, incredible. I was doing that I hate, yet the people love me. Human civilization itself was demanding me to take out the person of my undoing. The world knew who I am, but that didn’t mean I did not have agency. He brought my past to the light of human civilization, so I bring it now to his door step, to stop his future.

I slit his throat, blood gushed everywhere. He fell to the floor, the stream cheered wild, then shortly after was cut off. Stafaker tried to speak, but was unable. His rise his right arm, trying to beg mercy? Then died on the ground.

I looked at the stream, its account was banned, smiled, with my right blade handle at my mouth, I shook with joy. I felt so ecstatic. I laughed. That man tormented me and the whole world wanted me to end his pitiful life.

Then I heard hands clapping very slowly from the other side of the room’s opening door. A hooded person came walking in, continue the slow hand claps.

I took a closer look, the face was exposed, it was an old woman, with blue hair turning grey due to aging, blues eyes, was wearing an armour fest loaded with pockets and computer systems, and she was carrying knives, a bulky pistol and a large, anti tank sniper rifle.

She stopped clapping then spoke, “I see popping that cat eared hooker head brought some sense into you. But unfortunately, you whacked the wrong person.”. That voice, it was just like mines, or theirs, ours but crankier. It is who I think it is, its Kessa, the original, and she was the one that murdered Reba. That bullet was the size of that rifle’s barrel. I got a swing of anger and sadness as I look at her.

I started to breath intensely, wasn’t sure what do say back. Why did she meant by, I whacked the wrong person? Is that her word for kill? Stafaker said that she was his mentor so I can see why she was upset.

I was thinking of asking, but she slowly took out one of her knives, then she playfully said, “I had, ideas I wanted to discuss with him, reunion with my old, student, but at last my third daughter took his life. I guess mommy is gonna have to ground you for running away from home and pointless murder.”.

She did amazing knife tricks that even I got envy of. She position them so cool but I didn’t want to deal with her, but I also a little reluctant of just, running. I asked her, “What do you mean, ground me?”.

She said in a deeper tone, “It means I’m going to have to beat the lesson into you, bunny.”. Then she prepared her stance for combat.