Author's note:
I wrote this fanfiction in order to pass time in highschool. Also, because I fell in love with the E.Y.E universe as soon as I bought it back in 2012. I don't play the game a crazy amount (90 or so hours to date, maybe more in the future) but I love the maps, I love the atmosphere, I love the strange (French?) language that adds that extra sense of otherworldliness. I graduated last year, and had never planned on coming back, but I guess I have to now, what with uni being surprisingly boring. I was hoping I'd finish it before then, and I was also hoping I wouldn't have to use an author's note since I didn't want to be "that" writer, but I should let the people who follow this know there will be more thanks to those positive reviews (and my best friend being a tool in programming class), but I'm taking a moment to read and plan the finale of the story since I haven't touched it in months and forgot basically everything. In saying that, literally everything up to this point has been me going "you know what would be cool? This happening next" while I type. So yeah, this short extension is just to give you something while I think of what happens next.
"A head?" asked Commander Ilupen. "What kind of fucking murder scene did you create?"
"The rest of his body was heavily armoured," explained Ogilvy. "This was his only weak point."
"So you took of his head in front of hundreds of civilians instead of trying to keep it at least a little civil? You know that the Federation has a terrible reputation and instead of doing your part to keep it from getting worse, you create a brutal mess in a place of commerce?"
"In my defence, his head was going to come off anyway."
"This isn't the time for humour, Sergeant Ogilvy."
"He's not trying to be funny," interrupted Aahmiah. "The attackers at the bar were fitted with some kind of silencing device that causes their heads to self-destruct and stop them from talking should we interrogate them. This one in particular malfunctioned due to sustained neck wounds and simply decapitated him. We kept the head to identify the attacker and hopefully learn where this aimbot is coming from."
"Aimbot?" asked Commander Ilupen.
"It's the name given to programs that give video game players an edge by giving them perfect accuracy at all times," explained Aahmiah. "We decided to give it that name since that's what it does; it gives the user almost perfect accuracy by seizing control of the body and targeting the head with whatever firearms they have. Sergeant Ogilvy has dealt with this before, but this case is different in that the attacker still had some control – it was only his reaction time that failed him."
"So this is linked to the massacre cases?"
"I believe so," answered Ogilvy. "Whoever is spreading this virus knows we are onto them as well. The attackers targeted me, and would've targeted only me if Aahmiah had not intervened."
"Well," said Ilupen, "at least no innocent civilians were harmed I presume."
"No civilian casualties or injuries to report, sir."
"Then at least we have that. Where is the head now?" The office doors burst open, and a hurried Pilkins trots in, holonote in hand.
"Sir, this is bad news," exclaimed Pilkins, "the head belongs to one of our own."