Virtual Revolution Page #2

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Who is it?

The one who works when you

spend some good time online.

Open up!

Anyone follow you?

There's no one outside!

Like yesterday and like the day before.

Jesus, get real!

Well, maybe try calling next time!

And talk about some illegal

business over the phone?

What's wrong with you?

You've been spending too much

time in your fairy worlds.

In reality, things work differently.

So, what did you find?

About the guy who had fun

with your face, nothing.

I checked all six hours before the

assault and the two hours after,

and no one that looked like your

guy walked in front of that camera.

However...

Go on.

However, I found a guy

who appeared several times

during the last three

days before your arrival,

never before, never after.

Definitely not a fighter, though.

Good. What about the resolution scan?

Got it. Don't worry.

But is it good? Does it work?

Chill out!

I put that on a flash drive to

avoid sending it over the Net.

It's all here.

Did you receive your

hardware list that you wanted?

No, not yet.

But it's okay. I trust you.

You're the honest kind.

Not always the nice kind,

but definitely the honest kind.

Don't worry. I transmitted all the info.

- You'll get it soon.

- Okay.

Any good news?

Oh...

I see you've encountered...

...some complications.

Let's just say they know I'm after them.

Indeed they do.

What have you got?

I have the man's face on the video.

I need you to put it through your

database so I can identify him.

We'll take care of that.

Find out who the person on the

video is and get me the results.

That shouldn't take very long.

So, has Interpol been in touch yet?

So far, we've been able

to forge the deaths.

Gamers who die Connected,

it happens every day.

Just a little makeup to hide the

burns caused by the brain discharge.

Sounds appetizing.

Your food tastes are your own concern.

Here we are.

Leonard Lorenz.

144, Rue Michel Colucci.

Apartment 406.

I'm off then.

Oh, uh...

By the way,

I'm going to need a new gun.

It will be deducted from your bounties.

Stop by the warehouse.

Well, I have a job to do.

Yeah, I know.

Not a very nice job.

Not very brave for me to kill

someone who can't defend themselves

or even know what's

happening to them.

Then again, we're talking about a guy

who just killed 148 innocent gamers.

Not really a saint.

On the other hand, killing a

Necromancer while he's connected

is actually very useful to me.

Leonard didn't have time to log out,

so, if I'm fast enough

to take his place,

the machine will accept

me as the Necromancer,

which allows me to use his avatar.

Nothing better for

an undercover job.

Typical.

Already finished?

I've known you hornier.

I can't focus.

You're worried, I can tell.

Well, Camylle just sent a message.

A meeting has been planned to discuss it.

We need to go to the Surface.

Two factions...

...and one Cerberus.

For now, the Cerberus is the main threat.

As soon as it gets destroyed,

they will start fighting each other.

Good thing.

That means they won't pay attention to us.

Indeed.

Which way do you wanna take?

Further down the road.

I don't hear any sniper shots.

If we are discreet enough, we should be

able to move on without being targeted.

Let's try.

They just stopped working.

They must have a scrambler.

We should expect an ambush.

Do we have even time for that kind of sh*t?

We don't have the choice, do we?

Let's go.

Cover me!

Copy that!

How many of them are there?

How should I know that?

Why are we even bothering?

Remember. The deeper we are in a PVP zone,

the harder it is for a player to survive,

so the safer it is for us.

No risk to run into an agent randomly.

I'm gonna use a flash grenade.

Nice job.

Let's get the ammunition,

and let's move on.

Thank you for joining us.

Bring the beacon.

So, any news?

Yes.

We got new visitors at the flat

we used for the last attack.

Who?

Another guy working solo?

No.

Interpol.

This time, we prefer

to stay under the radar.

This is the problem with our attacks.

The more efficient they become,

the more attraction we get

from the dangerous people.

Yeah, probably.

This being said,

we're going to have to

change our strategy radically.

The one that we are

using is just not working.

Our plan was to scare the gamers off,

to force them to leave the verses.

But we can't control the media,

so we have no way to let the people know

that there are more and

more cybertronic deaths.

To most of them, they're

just urban legends,

and the gamers who vanished are just playing

new avatars, or left for other verses.

It's useless to kill people

under such conditions.

So what's the new angle, then?

Less violent,

but much more radical.

What? What's the matter?

I'm guessing Leonard is dead, right?

You didn't make the rallying

sign when you came in.

So, chances are you're not Leonard.

But let us give you a

chance to prove us wrong.

What is the password for the bunker, A4?

That's what I thought.

Okay.

Who are you?

One thing I know.

You think you have nothing to worry about.

It's a strong belief online.

But you're wrong.

You will talk, believe me.

This must amuse you, I'm sure.

All the negative sensations, such as pain,

are voluntarily decreased to

a minimum when we are online.

So, the question is,

how do you expect to torture

someone properly, then?

Well...

You do it offline.

In order for you to play Leonard's avatar,

you had to do it from his place, right?

That is very astute of you.

But it also means that

your body is still there.

And we are merely going to recover it.

Go.

Log out!

What's happening?

You can't log out.

This small device I

asked to be brought here

prevents anyone around from disconnecting.

This is why Jon and Leslie had

to leave the room to log off.

Now, offline, they just

have to go to Leonard's flat,

where they will find your body.

What are you going to do to me?

Probably what you did to Leonard.

Our society was building

producers and consumers.

Those who were successful

enough in their studies

were formatted to become

efficient producers.

The others, however, the consumers,

always had a tendency not

to be formatted enough.

Always giving their opinion.

Always challenging the privileges

of our political elites.

Always criticizing inequalities.

Critical sense became

a pain for the rulers.

The virtual worlds solved that.

Right?

What's more docile than a gamer?

For those virtual junkies, real

life is of no interest anymore.

Why do you think Interpol

is now on the case?

The politicians have just as much

interest in maintaining the status quo

as the corporations.

All they want is to keep the

gamers in their vegetative state.

But what you do...

...is to fulfill the

will of the rulers.

You are helping them uphold

their control over us.

From a moral perspective, this is a crime.

And for that, you deserve to die.

Who is it?

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