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The City: 134: Iggy

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The Daytrippers needed to keep Underwood distracted.
“I don’t get it, if they fired you, how did you get the money to buy Sizemore out?” Iggy asked. Underwood laughed.
“That was the simplest part. I hacked Sizemore’s accounts when I was still working for Midas. The problem with being a banking monopoly that eschews monetary regulations should be fairly obvious, even to you lot. The money, and my ‘backers’ never existed! By the time Sizemore tries to back out, this will all be over.”
“You’re right.” Ingmar rose and leveled his boot gun at Underwood. Renee was faster. Ingmar disappeared.

The City: 132: Hassan

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“Screw this!”  Ingmar rose and fired.  His shot connected, and the police officer vanished like she had never been there.  There was still one sitting behind the wheel of the van, but Ingmar trained his gun on him, and he surrendered.
“We’re sorry about this,” Hassan said.  “We’ve got to stop this guy while we still can.  I hope we can talk it out later.”  They drove the van up to the gates and climbed over.  The house looked like something out of a Hollywood movie.  A sweeping balcony that faced the drive.  Underwood stood waiting for them atop it.

The City: 131: Rosario

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The Daytrippers dove for cover.  “What the hell are you doing?” Rosario asked.  She was one of the few left.  Ingmar shrugged.
“I didn’t want them to boot Dawn.”  They heard more shots, ringing through the air.  It was almost morning, City time.
The cops moved in.
They heard the sound of tiny padding feet, first one, then more, a herd of cats.  The gunfire stopped.  “What the hell?”  They heard a woman say.  The Cat Lady stood up, hands above her head.
“Those are mine.  They are a prototype AI I’ve been working on.  You see…”  Connie booted her.

The City: 129: Victoria

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The Daytrippers reached the Beach House at just about the same time as the cops did.  Traveling on foot had reduced their numbers, even with Dorothy’s traps and the Cat Lady’s spies.  The original group of fifteen was down to eleven, but they had managed to protect Ingmar and his boot gun.  Victoria practically jumped out of the swat van when she saw them.
“Where did you get that weapon?” she demanded.  Ingmar froze.  Dawn stepped in.
“That’s not important.  The CEO is the cause of the virus.”
“This is a police matter,” Victoria growled.  “You will stand down, now!”

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The City: 123: Neva

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“His motive is to take down Midas and let the world go with it,” Neva said.  “The question remains, how do we stop him?”
“Underwood is only in control of the situation as long as he remains logged in.  If we can disconnect him from the system and shut the City down, the backups will restore most of the damage he’s caused.”
“If he’s in control, isn’t he invincible, though?”
“Not from a boot gun.”  Ingmar slid down the embankment and into the hidden section of the park.  Renee and Dorothy followed.  “Get me a shot, and I’ll boot him.”

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The City: 119: Tamika

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Tamika grabbed Bo and pulled him away from the window.  “What are you doing?  She whispered.  “They’ll find us in here!” Bo shook his head.  “They’ve been pounding on the door for hours.  They know we’re here, but can’t get in.  We’re safe until they fix this mess.”  Neither of them heard the scratching in the walls, which were much thinner than the door.
Below them, Mina, Ingmar, and Renee ran from the zombies, but they couldn’t gain ground.  The zombies were getting faster.  Mina tripped.  Renee kept running.  Ingmar reached for her hand, but the zombies got there first.

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The City: 105: Joan

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Ingmar was nearly finished when the door gave way and a pair of zombies tumbled inside.  Joan took a rope stand that was sitting in a corner and used it like an improvised club, waving it in front of her.  The zombies retreated, but didn’t seem to be damaged at all.
“What are you doing?” Ingmar asked.
“You can get people out with those guns, right?  You should go do that.”
“But we’re the ones robbing the bank.”
“Go help people.  There’s a manager’s exit out the back.  You should be able to use it.”  Renee, Mina and Ingmar ran.

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The City: 103: Brittany

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Ingmar was about half done when they came back from the vault.
“We’re all done,” Renee said.  “Babbage has what he wanted.  We are now the new board of…  What the hell?”
“It’s some kind of virus, it got the others.  This is the only way to logout safely,” Ingmar said as he leveled the boot gun and fired at Tobias.  Renee pulled out her own.
“Babbage’s virus won’t harm us.”
“It got the others.”
Renee fired at Ingmar, but she missed.  Brittany didn’t care who won their little power struggle, she just wanted out.  She leapt into the crossfire.

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The City 102: Mike

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Ingmar shook his head.  More patrons followed and someone slammed the heavy oak door shut.  “I don’t understand.  Why would you want me to shoot you?”
“Because it’s a clean logout,” Mike said.  “A boot’s a mark on a user’s system privileges, but this zombie thing’s a virus. He looked at the gun, and looked at the people huddled behind the counter.  Zombies rammed the counter and banged on the glass.  The barrier held, but he could hear more zombies shambling in, and the infected avatars climbing to their feet.  It was only a matter of time.
“Who goes first?”

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The City: 101: Katie

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In the lobby, Katie watched the zombies pour in through the shattered door.  They attacked indiscriminately, clawing and biting at robbers and hostages alike.  One of the robbers shot at them repeatedly, but the boot gun had no effect.  Finally, she pulled the receptionist girl and the kid with the robbers back behind the counter.  Two of the tellers were there, hunkered down behind the oak and glass.  They waited for the sounds of carnage to die down.  She looked at the gun.
“Can you use that thing?” she asked.
“It doesn’t work,” Ingmar replied.
“Not on them, on us.”

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