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[Irratonalys]

With increased heartrate he pulled his silenced pistol out of his belt, trying to make the movement look natural as to not get the creature trailing him suspicious. he cooked the hammer and prepared to turn around and put some holes into his wannabe hunter when a small red light flashed at the upper right peripherie of his field of view. "damn , connection problems again, high speed matrix access is so unreliable today , when will these jerks finish the satellite mantainence?"

He asked himself as he logged out of his favorite full virtual immersion game "Manhunt". Annoyed he jacked the Optical fibercable out of the datajack at the base of his neck, and he was back in his appartment in the real world, on the 52nd floor of the Worthland-building in Lower Eastside New York. He blinked a few times to get rid of the dizzyness that always accompanied the reentry into the real world after a longer stay on the net, then went into the kitchen to get something to drink.
Suddenly he noticed something....