The Anonymous Connection

by KODfan

The SAO incident is well under way, and not too many know the details...except for a group of hackers known as Anonymous. Their mission is to send a maxed out, invincible player to successfully lead the players up the floors of Aincrad, and bring them back to the real world. Little do they know the volunteer they selected has other plans, and is making certain players jealous...

1. Prologue

"Do you think is the right one for the job?"

"He's as good as any. He's the only one who willingly volunteered for the job. I'm sure he knows that it's a possible suicide mission, but with all the help we're giving him, I'm sure he will succeed."

The two members were talking amongst themselves as the others were preparing their voulenteer, Walt, for his riskful journey.

The computer hacking activists, Hackers Anonymous, were well aware of the mysterious incident happening in Japan. Users who were logged into the online game, Sword art online, are unable to log out, and attempts to take their nerve gear off resulted in death of the user.

So what were the activists attempting to do? Their plan was simple, to create a player with maxed out skills, invincibility, unlimited health, magic, the best items around, some even of their own creation, all in attempt to lead the other players out safely.

It seemed like a good, fool proof plan, but none of the others were willing to try. Some said it wouldn't work, others said none of the others would go along with it. Until Walt stepped forward and voulenteered.

The activists sent a request out hoping someone would be willing to help, and only he answered the call. They never met such a brave and willing fellow, but he was strange. There was something about him that puzzled the hackers. But, he was willing to risk his life, so the respected him as such.

"So listen Walt, we will be monitoring you're every move, and ensure your safetly. Though you are aware that you may not come out of this alive?"

"Yes."

Walt looked on at the men in suits, doning their V for Vendetta masks. They couldn't rist giving away their identity. The men looked back at Walt. He was a man wearing a black suit and tie, dark, circular glasses, and a fedora.

"Alright...and as your request, you can keep the clothes you got on...you do know how to play, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay...please, get on the table."

Walt did as he told, laying down on the table. The men carefully placed the helmet on Walt's head, and quickly got to work. Walt saw bright colored, a flash of light, and then...

He was in.