The halls of Game Central Station are filled with dead air, the silence swallowing every sound that could swing in the tiny dust particles floating around the faint rays of light breaking through the 'windows' on each side of the powerstrip.
It's past quitting time. The inhabitants of this secret world already spend their night in either their respective game, or visit their colleagues and neighbors in others. Not even the Surge could be seen anywhere.
Yet a shadow, an obscure silhouette, saunters over to a plug, Japanese influenced tracks ringing out of the game entrance. The red, diffused signals on the figure are the only hint of it moving in the pitch black around it. The person knows exactly where the hideout is.
A device in her hand showed her the way, tracking the signature of the destination.
So she ended up in front of a wall, next to the Sugar Rush portal. Perfect.
The scanner kept telling her that she has to proceed straight forward. Exactly this did she do. And the wall, in truth a hidden rift created by the nuisance she planned to pay a visit, sucked in the marine's body.
"It's been a long time", murmured the sarge, the artifically created Turbotime extending in front of her. The hidden hive of a little devil that she had spared when the chance to finish him off had offered itself.