Perhaps I should explain. My codename is Dragon. No one knows my real name because I am an eLiTe, a super hacker. And I work as a mercenary. I take whatever work I can get, provided the pay is good. And this job, boy, I was not only going to make a fortune, but I was also going to have some fun! I had done my research. This NPC (non-player character) was a CPO of a rival company in a sci-fi muck that I like to visit. He employed 'borgs as his guards, liked to develop weapons for use in this muck, and was superstitious about the color blue. I had infiltrated the fortieth floor when I ran into trouble. Three 'borgs. Crap. I pulled my personalized blaster out of its holster and fired off three quick shots. The lead 'borg exploded. The other two shots missed wide. The other 'borgs still advanced on me. I ducked, and picked up the leader's electronic heart. Ohplease ohplease ohplease ohplease ohplease ohplease, I prayed to whatever Gods were up there. Let it be an old—YES! I hit the overload switch and threw it.
When it exploded, it acted like an EMP grenade. One 'borg fell over, dead. The other just stopped moving, its electronic leg useless.
I stepped over the body of the 'borg on the ground.
Colin picked up Catreece. "Come on, Catreece. Let's go into the VIS.
"Burr! It's cold! Who installed a snow blower?" Colin wondered.
"Hi, Colin." Catreece slid down from a giant snow hill. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Well… I really –"
BOOOM!
"What was that?" Colin yelled over the screaming.
"That, my friend, was the main 'borg hideout. They like infesting on human flesh." A voice sounded out to them.
Colin heard a rumbling. "What the –" Colin felt himself being shoved aside. He was covered with a… cloak?
Searing – hot flames licked his body, but he wasn't even singed.
Colin was aghast at what he just survived. "What was that?"
"That was a fireproof cloak. Minimal necessaries for us eLiTe's." The figure made a bow. "Dragon, at your service."