The road was thinning and becoming more and more empty. The bodies were also abating but the number of cars that were parked was increasing. A bald, round shaped robot hovered over the ceiling of a chrome yellow car. It gazed at Emma and blinked its light blue sensors. An invitation. The white robot flew away but Emma flirted with the opportunity and followed it. The robot whizzed down the street and took a brisk turn into an alleyway. It had a strong, uninviting, miasmal scent to it. There were a lot of floating robots but of a different shade from the one Emma was following. From hot pink, sunflower yellow, sky blue, and navy green to the simple metallic gray, black, and white they all hovered around the colorless alleyway, senseless knocking down garbage bins or simply zooming around. The dot shaped robots all seemed to be surrounding a boy who was sitting on top of the dumpster.

Elliott Hargraves, a bespectacled, blonde, and curly haired boy with the most feline slitted eyes Emma had ever seen. A boy she had come to know through her excursions in London's concrete jungle.

Elliott worked in finance, under a bank called Royal & Son. It was the most successful bank in London and it was owned by his father Arthur Hargraves, a multimillionaire business conglomerate. Emma would stop by the bank to make deposits to her friends in France, and her service was usually done under Elliott. They'd had multiple conversations during the times she visited and one of them was why Elliott dropped his business degree at Exeter to work for his father instead.

"Why study a bunch of formulaic bilge from those posh assholes when I can just get hands on and learn from the source itself. It bloody beats cranking out all that nonentity just to land a shitty business." That was what Elliott told her. He spoke with a high filigree of confidence and a decadence like no other. "Though I must attest, I don't particularly enjoy working for my father. I feel as if I've siphoned all I need from him. I'm going to start my own business now, Emma, but I need a startup."

He had shown her the red ticket and grinned widely with a crowning roguery. "Guess who bought this for me?"

Emma didn't need to. Of course he would. Of course he would buy his way into the game. His decadence was expected but the niceties of his methods were a bit irksome.

"You do realize you have to be good at the game to win?"

Elliott chortled derisively. "Good? You simply need reason, none of which these blokes possess. How else do the rich stay rich? I assure you, we'll take that game by storm."

Ellie frowned. She wasn't sure she liked this British side of Elliott. "We?"

"Oh, come on! Why are you being so naive? Or is there some alien planet that you've been living in that you wish to divulge?"

"Oh shut up, you pig." But from that day Emma found something irresistible in Elliott.

Emma's mind returned back to the alleyway and the corners of her mouth moved. "I was hoping I'd find you here."

Elliott grinned, making his eyes slit even more. "You found me."

"I've been hearing some things. A particular German player who goes by the name of Casper has formed some kind of union with the other Germans. The motive behind this regency is that he wishes to purge anyone who's basically not German. Starting with the blacks and then the Indians and so forth. Blimey, he could run you for all his money."

"We mustn't worry too much about that," said Elliott. "It's still the beginning of the game to be calling shots on unions and allies. If he had any sense he would understand the arbitrary nature of this game. We mustn't interfere, but observe. That we can do adroitly.

Emma crossed her arms. Elliott stared back at the big headed girl with the freckles. Elliott grinned. She had good form and a nice milky white body.

"You want us to just sit back and watch?"

"What else? You thought we would all just band together and start chartering orders to fight the Germans? You're forgetting we're English, Emma. We don't all exactly see eye to eye. We all have our own ideas of what is proper. So yes, sentimentally, I think it'd be best if we just sat back and watched."

Elliott got down from the dumpster and prowled toward Emma. He slowly unbuttoned her denim pinafore and kissed her neck.

Emma tingled, lips trembling. "What are you doing?"

"Come off it, I know you like it," Elliott said, spreading more silvery slime on her neck. His eyes gave her a slitted snakelike grin and for a moment Emma felt an ocherous permafrost of evil. But she didn't budge. She didn't resist. There was just something so irresistibly confident about that she just...just...

"Hmm," she moaned. Had she just cummed? Somehow Emma found herself on the ground with all her clothes off and a white bulk rubbing against her clitoris. The bulk dug deep into her pussy, releasing a white creamy sauce on his dick. Elliott thrust and thrust until the cream spread all over his bush and his dick was drenched. He would taste it but he didn't have the time.

Elliott curled Emma's locks with his fingers, his eyes growing even more squintier and feline. He didn't like Emma. She was ultimately an animal of pleasure to him. But Emma did, and that was the problem. A problem as ancient as God himself.

The big headed face of freckles opened her eyes, flustered. "Why'd you stop?"

Elliott squinted at his watch and licked his lips. "Because we have five minutes to get to the Office."

"But how are–"

"Don't worry, I have a shortcut."

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The tunnel's mouth opened wide, allowing the silvery AI cars to pour in and pour out with efficacious ease. The silvery paints of the tunnel glimmered and standing on top of it were two long haired Japanese players. Their eyes scoured the roads leading into the tunnel.

They knew where the cars went once it entered. Nowhere. They had seen it. The cars would drive blindly into the gaping hole and then merely disappear like some type of hologram. And the process would repeat.

But this time they were looking for something else.

"どうしてそんなに時間がかかるの?" said the long haired figure named Akasu.

"赤須君は正直、忍耐力がない。"

Akasu grunted. "I wouldn't have to be patient if she wasn't such a procrastinator.

The other long haired Japanese player took his katana from its sheath and licked the shiny blade and nodded.

"There she is now," said Riyuki. "もう冷やしていいよ。"

A tall pink haired girl in pigtails popped into the air. She put the longbow behind her back and licked her thumb. She was dressed in a leather suit that made her appear almost naked. Had it not been for the oily leather straps, her boobs would've dangled out.

The pink haired girl known as Hex waved at them.

"Where is the body?" Riyuki shouted. "Or have we been sipping on time for no reason?"

"I had to let her go. It was too soon and I wanted to save the fun for later."

Akasu jumped off the tunnel, smashing onto the roof of the car and ran agressively toward Hex. He pointed his katana at her neck. A dot of blood was beginning to ooze out. "You coward! You lost our team what could've been fifty credits. Or do you not care to see your name on the leaderboard anymore?"

"Akasu, stop harassing her." Riyuki had appeared beside Akasu almost as effortlessly as Akasu's incisive words.

Akasu stared bitterly. "I'm not afraid of her. She's already lost her honor in my eyes."

Hex giggled like a squeaky kitten. She raised her arms and widened her mouth. Suddenly two long blades materialized into the air and sank into Akasu's ribcage. Two more ran down on top of his head and out of his anus. Blood splattered out like an enema and the figure dropped dead.

"For my royalties," Hex said, bowing. She spun around and continued to walk toward the sprinkling sheen of the city buildings.

Riyuki, flinching, followed her.

"Where are we going?" Riyuki asked.

"You know where, my senpai. The first game starts pretty soon and what fools would we be to miss such a party?"