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The City: 092: Mark

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Mark’s official title was Head Butler.  What he really did was security, bookkeeping, and keeping up appearances.  The house had a fabulous kitchen filled with gleaming chrome objects resembling appliances.  The house had been painstakingly designed by a team of architects and engineers, and it was the ultimate shrine to skeumorphism.  It was fitting for the mansion of the owner of a city that only existed in digital displays. Doris held the door as Babbage entered.
“Welcome home, sir.”  The man smiled.  Behind him, the sky above the ruins of Midas Tower pulsated with green and violet light, like auroras.

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The City: 091: Doris

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The gate on the palatial beach house buzzed just before sunset.  Doris answered from the security desk.  “Yeah?”
“It’s me,” Bob said.  “I’ve got the new boss.”
“What the hell happened out there?”  She had heard garbled reports of security clashing with CPD.
“Hell if I know.  This guy’s spooky, though.”  She checked the cameras.  It was the limo, alright.  She let the car in and called the rest of the staff to greet their new employer.  Sizemore’s City beach house belonged to Midas, and had been a part of the sale.  They gathered in the entry hall and waited.

The City: 090: Keith

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Keith was no hero.  He’d read a lot of articles on Boot Syndrome, and it did nasty stuff to you.  Some people went into comas and just never came out of them again.  So he wasn’t going to try and stop those robbers.  Better to let them take what they wanted and let Midas sort it out.  But if there were an opportunity… He considered the accolades from his hiding place in the manager’s cubicle.  The boy, he was the weak link.  But how to get his gun?  That was when the kid’s phone went off.  Keith sprang into action.

The City: 086: Trevor

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“Good evening, I’m Trevor Hollingsworth.”  He looked into the camera and made his grave face.  “Public health officials are warning users to refrain from logging in to popular computer program “The City,” as rumors of widespread ‘Boot Syndrome’ are sweeping the globe.  Midas Corporation, the owners of The City have yet to issue a statement.  The virtual environment software is used by billions of people worldwide, and is used for everything from virtual chatting to finance to virtual reality office environments.  The program has been plagued with errors since former CEO Augustus Sizemore announced his sale of Midas stock shares.”

The City: 085: Alba

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Alba watched the gunman from her window, and wondered if a boot gun could shoot through glass.  She watched the rest of the people in coats cover the other exits and pull their own boot guns.
“Listen up, this is a robbery!”  She almost laughed.  No one had ever pulled off an ARMED robbery in The City.  How could you?  The money wasn’t even real, just the a representation.  Couldn’t Midas just erase their whole take?  Or were they there for something else, and the robbery was just a cover?  She put up her hands and waited to find out.

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The City: 084: Carlo

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Carlo watched the gunman boot his boss.  It was the first time he’d ever seen anyone booted before, and it was surreal.  He fired, and the bullet, a black dot streaking faster than the eye could follow, lashed out and struck Joseph in the back.  And then Joseph was just gone, with no animation.  And he wouldn’t be back for, what?  An hour? A day?  Was this a robbery, or just a joyride with an illegal mod?  How the hell were they supposed to close up?  With a sense of irritation, he locked his cash drawer and pocketed the key.

The City: 082: Joseph

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Joseph watched Felicia flirt with a customer and checked off a little box in his head.  The part-timer was pretty, and she wasn’t dumb, but she never kept her mind on what she was doing.  That was what you got with teenagers.  While she chatted, half a dozen more customers came in after him, and she didn’t give them the time of day.  She was getting written up this time.  Grumbling to himself, he stomped across the lobby floor to chew her out.  He didn’t even see the figure by the entrance pull out his boot gun and fire.

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