Virtual Revolution Page #4

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Go in there and find out

what you can before them.

And keep me posted.

Will do.

Is it me or you've been

spending all of your time

at my place lately?

Maybe you should start paying rent.

I've been thinking.

The guy from Interpol,

he told you he wanted you to

test out his servers' security,

am I right?

Uh... Yes.

So, what if you access the servers now?

You could always just pretend

that you were curious and that you

just wanted to see for yourself

just how reliable his protocols are.

Come on.

How many times do you want

me to get nuked for you?

It's a walk in a park for you,

compared to last time.

You're not downloading hours

and hours of video files.

I just wanna know

what they have on cybertronic attacks.

Oh, just that?

Okay. Okay.

I'll do it.

Mmm, this is pretty good.

Yeah, yeah, enjoy.

You are surprisingly easy to find, Nash.

Do we know each other?

Yes, we've met.

I am Camylle.

Camylle, you look less manly

than the last time we met.

You're obviously a very perceptive person.

But I'm not here to

discuss my taste in avatars.

Is it the first time we meet?

I mean, offline.

Your face looks familiar to me.

We're meeting for the first time, yes.

How'd you find me?

You left a pile of corpses behind you.

One of our men got to

Leonard's flat before Interpol.

He also recovered our men's PDAs.

On one of them, there

was a scan of your ID,

with a short note about you.

Not very wise leaving that one behind.

No sh*t...

Synternis Corporations.

We know you're working for them.

But the thing is, you shouldn't.

No?

Considering who you lost, no.

You shouldn't.

What are you talking about?

You're the ones who killed her.

Is that what they told you?

You know, you really

shouldn't be so trusting.

It's your virus that killed her.

You created cybertronic murderers

and Helena was one of your first victims.

We use this virus, yes.

But we didn't create it.

We modified it. And

before that, we stole it

from Synternis.

When we began our movement,

Synternis immediately

identified us as a threat.

They decided to use some pretty

extreme measures against us.

They developed a program

capable of killing a

player while he's online.

They were scanning every

conversation in the verses,

and each time they would find

some of our men, they'd kill them.

That's when we started

developing new cloaking tactics.

We used small programs

to falsify our communications,

we developed white zones,

like the one where you met me online.

And then,

after a while,

we finally figured out

how their killing program was working.

We built our own.

Only we improved it to be able

to kill more people at a time.

What true heroes you are.

I told you online.

We're changing our strategy.

We're gonna put an end to the killings.

What I am telling you now

is that we didn't kill Helena.

Synternis did.

Why?

Why would Synternis have wanted her dead?

She was close to our movement.

She was hoping for more

peaceful solutions

than the ones that we were contemplating.

So, yes,

we did have our differences sometimes.

But she was one of us.

Which made her a target for Synternis.

Bastards!

You can get your revenge, Nash.

Help us.

We're cornered.

By the corporations, by Interpol.

But we have a plan.

Everything is going to end,

with your help.

I guess part of me always knew

something was wrong with Helena's death.

Now, you don't know

how right you are when you say

they're getting closer to you.

I had a friend tap in to Interpol's files.

Despite your best efforts

to conceal all your cash movements,

they managed to track the money transfers

you made to pay for the rent

of the loft that you

used to launch the attack.

Well, they identified two men.

The first one,

Leonard Lorenz. He's dead.

You don't need to worry about him.

And the second one,

Fahim Al Saoud.

He's still alive and he's

under heavy surveillance

but I guess he doesn't even have a clue.

That's bad news...

Fahim is instrumental in our plan.

Now you're planning to kill more people?

No, I swear.

We're just gonna do

what we've always wanted.

Free the Connected.

This freedom you're offering.

Is that what they really want?

Everyone wants freedom.

Are you sure?

'Cause I don't know anymore.

But I will help you.

I think I know how to

make your friend Fahim

get away from Interpol's surveillance.

He received a message when he was online,

telling him to go to

the Fontaine Sainte-Anne.

Good.

Put some men near the fountain.

We'll follow him from here.

Make sure the satellite is locked onto us.

Yes, sir.

There he is.

Where did he go?

Find him!

Sir. A manhole.

He must have fled down there.

Leave it.

Got to be far by now.

Check the satellite history.

I want to know who was here before him.

Now watch your head.

Thank you.

That was well done.

Fahim just needs to finish his work,

and we'll be ready to take action.

So, what's next?

Would you be willing

to check with your friend if

Interpol has anything else on us?

I'd like to avoid any nasty surprises.

Looks like I'm all in.

If you think my booze is such sh*t,

why do you insist on drinking it?

You ever get the feeling

that you're being used?

That you're nothing but a tool?

Oh, you mean when people come

knocking at your door all the time

asking you for some illicit

stuff to be done for them?

No...

Not that way.

I mean, it's...

It's quite possible that my client

has been using me for years.

She's been manipulating me.

But then there's

these other guys that I'm helping

and their fight is not really my fight.

You're helping the Necromancers?

Are you insane?

No, I didn't say that.

Yeah, I guess I said that.

Look, you do as you want, okay.

But if I were you,

I would take the cash from

whatever corporation it is

you're working for and I

wouldn't care about the rest.

Our world is not to be repaired.

We're way beyond that point.

So, just accept it. You'll sleep better.

Yeah.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

What if, maybe...

It won't bring her back to you, Nash!

Or to me, for that matter.

So, did you get any information,

anything on Interpol's servers?

Yes, actually.

They have an informant.

Apparently someone who

works with the Necromancers.

Something just popped up about

them supposed to meet with him

in one hour at the old City

Hall of 18th arrondissement.

Now, that's not good news at all.

You know, I'd better check it out.

Go.

Mr. Trenton...

You can put those hands down now.

I was expecting you, Mr. Trenton.

Even though, of course,

I couldn't be sure you would be showing up.

It is always nice to

be given the opportunity

to challenge one's own intuition.

Have we met?

No, we haven't.

But I have seen you.

Probably several times.

And you are a bit of a mystery,

to be honest, Mr. Trenton.

That's what the ladies say.

Although, coming from you,

it's a bit of a surprise.

Well, you see,

the history of the camera recording

on the intersection

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