“Come on,” MJ mused. “What is this?”
He ambled past unfamiliar buildings and streets mostly devoid of activity. Now and then some sort of weird car would drive by. Usually, they seemed to skim across the streets with almost zero friction. He also noted the utter propensity of security cameras flitting to and fro upon their perches, mocking their subjects.
He stopped, his thoughts chilling him. Is this some sort of new program? he wondered. Is this some new über-Carnivore protocol? Do they still have their beady little eyes on me?
He drew his gun, not caring how foolish it was in a virtual environment, and began to look about himself in an agitated manner.
Someone came out from behind a corner; it was a woman. She was dressed in all black, with a pair of glasses. She looked uncannily like the Informational Agency suits—
She had seen him.
“Don’t move!” he demanded, whipping out his weapon. He looked away, aiming it more or less by memory, and fired several shots blindly.
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