Logging in, Ataraxia was met with a dark box around her, with the glowing white text showing the update's progress.
[New Content Installing...]
[10%]
[25%]
...
[100%]
[Welcome to Kill Zone.]
Once the bar reached 100%, she found herself in one of the General Sector's rooms, in the same position she had logged out of: Colpsed on the bed.
Sensing her liege stirring, Mumei greeted her. "Welcome back, Ataraxia."
#Good Morning.#
"Would you like a summary of the new update?"
#Yes please.#
"The update introduced interpnetary travel, Stelr Vessels and Mechs. Or to put it in yman's terms, space travel, spaceships and big robots you can control. Opening the menu, you should see the ability to make a cosmetic set for space terrain. Do note that armour will not be equipped in space."
Following her words, Ataraxia designed a space suit. A sleek bck and white space suit and a bck helmet with a rge, cross shaped visor. On the back of the suit, a small bck backpack was attached to the suit, filled with oxygen and small thrusters to help with manoeuvring and recoil control in space.
"Now that you're done with that, we can start earning more money. The mech will be expensive, and even the smallest Stelr Vessel will cost even more. Not to mention the hiring of a crew and maintenance of the mech and vessel. If you take time to look at the book I gave you, any extra information should be automatically updated in there."
And look she did. The first ever gift given to Ataraxia lit up like a star, before fading. Looking inside, new notes and details were added. For example, a step-by-step guide on how to add attachments to a weapon, forging a gun from raw material, how expensive the newly added vehicles were and how to modify them.
Request Terminal
'Not interested. Not interested. Not interested. Too low pay. Seems boring. Too tedious.' Ataraxia scrolled down the terminal. 'This one. Good pay, and we have decent weapons for it.'
Rescue Contract:
Rescue a woman from the target.
Note: For more details, call the phone number below.
Pay: 10,000 credits
Requester: Amy Louis
Phone Number: xxxx xxx xxxx
Showing the request to Mumei and receiving a nod of agreement, she told Mumei to call the client.
*RING RING*
"Hello?" A feminine voice echoed out Mumei's new phone.
Mumei went straight to the point, "Hello. We're calling to enquire about your rescue contract."
"Ah right. Before I continue, by not hanging up in the next minute, you agree to finish the contract or die trying and not leak this information to elsewhere. Should you break this contract, you will be murdered."
Mumei briefly covered her phone's microphone and whispered, "Should we hang up?"
#No.#
A minute passed quickly.
"Since the call is still active, I presume you agree?" Amy said.
"We do."
"Great. Head to the back of Hugo and knock thrice. And don't think about breaking the contract. As we speak, microbots have materialised and spread to both your and your companion's neck, ready to induce an electrical shock to your brain at a moment's notice."
After Amy hung up, Mumei spoke, "Well that was a pleasant talk."
#You and your sarcasm.#
"Well," Mumei chuckled as they left the General Sector, "I aim to please."
In Front of Hugo...
Following the GPS, Ataraxia and Mumei parked their car in front of Hugo and circled the building. The building was a typical car shop. Since it was morning, there was low foot traffic. On the opposite side of where they parked, they entered a dark alleyway and knocked thrice.
*CLICK*
The door opened into a pitch bck room.
*TAP TAP*
Ataraxia tapped her Assistant's shoulder.
"Hmm?"
#Danger. Be prepared.#
Mumei nodded, but didn't prepare herself since it would seem too suspicious.
Silently drawing her pistol and Teresa under the guise of warming her hands due to the cold weather, the duo moved in as if they suspected nothing.
*CLICK*
The door behind them closed.
*TAP TAP*
Footsteps echoed as if someone was running towards them.
*FLICKER*
The lights turned on.
In front of Mumei, an androgynous person dressed in a sleek, skin-tight bck suit and a bck, full face biker helmet with a mirrored visor thar reflected her face, twisted by the room's harsh lighting pointed a Glock 18 at her.
On the other hand, Ataraxia had a knife at a man's neck and her pistol to another woman's forehead, both of whom had been waiting by the door, suppressed pistols in hand.
"Wha?" The man excimed, feeling some blood trickle down his suit.
"Hahaha." The androgynous figure chuckled before they mused. "It's the two I was ordered to keep an eye on."
"Ataraxia? Mumei?" A familiar voice echoed from the man.
"Jonathan Steen?" Mumei gasped quizzically while secretly reaching for the MCX Spear hanging in front of her. "How could you?"
"Nah ah ah~~. I wouldn't do that if I were you." The androgynous figure warned after noticing Mumei's stealthy attempt to fight back, wagging her finger disapprovingly.
