Doing something important would be fun. I was talking to the children and playing with them. They had seen us win the award on television. I left the apartment building to start work right after. I answered my cellphone when it began to ring. It was Brett calling me. I heard lots of gun fire and people were screaming. "I think I fucked up. All of those syndicate guys are after me now." he said. He was holding out in the local bar. I made my way there and tried to help out. I got my ass kicked instead. I had to dive under the bar for cover. Brett and the others were there. "Who the hell is that!?" I shouted at him over the sound of mini rockets being fired at us. Paul was glaring very harshly at Brett. "Tell him what happened." he commanded angrily. Brett groaned as he looked at me. "I saw a bunch of guys waiting to ambush you. I went over and started talking smack. They got in my and face and threatened me. I killed them all." I nodded. "How did this guy get here?" I asked. It didn't make sense that I was almost 1-shot by the guy. This was going to be a very tough challenge for us now.
Even Paul and Brett looked nervous. "That was a day ago. You know how many people they send nowadays. I got put on the hit list. But my level was 999. If they scale according to level to make it a challenge..." he trailed off. I got the picture. In the game the highest level for a Player was 999. The game only let Sages and deities get levels in the 1000s. In order to compensate for this Player needing a challenging assassin, the game needed to go above the limit. In other words, the game generated a god. This was an android with orange hair and golden eyes. His skin was silver, and he looked like a really good Olympic sprinter. It was basically a Terminator. Not only was it a bullet sponge, but it could also liquify and move out of the way of attacks. I asked if they tried magic. "It's immune to fairy magic." Brett said. I tried to hit it with holy fire from above. It just dodged. We were able to hold on until a major police response was mobilized. The assassin did not seem to care about the interlopers. When the officers started dying, they got more aggressive in their attempts to take him down.
Nothing they did ever worked. Even the SWAT team was obliterated. At some point, we had to call it quits. Paul and Brett took a hold of my arms and we teleported to the music studio. Most of the PEP units were there. It was at the end of the day, so they were no longer doing anything very important. "We need to bunker down in the clan building." Brett said. "We need to move! Now!" I said as we rushed onwards. They found all of our urgency compelling. We went together. In the main hall, the cyborgs got in the X-frames. Some of the members limped into the main hall a few hours later. I was shocked at the sight of them. They were bleeding and their bodies were riddled with lots of bullets. Looking at a sight like this was harrowing. Their very disfigured bodies told me that they were now on their last legs. They got into X-frames to get ready to fight as well. Both of them had to be under 10 HP. Once they were inside, they looked over at Paul and Brett. "Who the hell was that!? I can't believe that. He just would not die!" Wendy demanded. Cyrus said "We had to play dead until he left."
