First System Assignment

He was starting to understand how this system worked.

Using the negative energies such as anger and fear cost him green energy, whereas using positive energies such as love and happiness cost him red energies.

He had killed so many people that his red energy was sky high. Using the red energy to gain a weapon was no big loss to him.

«Congratulations. You have gained a weapon: Firearms. Glock 19. Level 1»

At the top left was a new entry under the weapons cache showing 6 of 10 available weapons he could own.

This time though, he was excited. This was a real weapon, one that would definitely help him to keep Jazzie safe.

"I need some 9mm bullets." He looked over at Adam.

In response, Adam went into another room, emerging minutes later with six boxes of 9mm bullets.

Again, Blake reached out with love and the desire to protect Jazzie.

The bullets disappeared into his weapons cache as a single unit of six boxes and the weapons cache showed 7 of 10 available weapons he could own. It cost him one more red power unit.

"How many weapons do you own, Blake?" Adam asked.

"I have my bass guitar, a wooden board, a ginger jar, a Vietnam Trench Tomahawk Ax, a Sumatra Karambit knife, and now this Glock 19 and some boxes of bullets."

Ray Street shook his head.

"Man. I can understand the usefulness of the Ax and the Karambit, but what the hell you keeping a board and a jar for?"

"It was what I grabbed at the moment when I needed something to fight off the Overlord at the Tiger Temple, and it went into my weapons cache."

"Can you show me the board and the jar?" Adam asked.

"Yeah, sure." Blake pulled out the large board with all the blood stains on them, as well as the softball-sized ginger jar. He placed those on the table and they immediately regained their 3D appearance.

Adam's eyes lit up.

"Take a look at this." He indicated at the wood board.

Ray Street furrowed his brows.

"It's just a wood board with some Chinese scribbles on it."

Jasmine shook her head.

"It's not Chinese. It's ancient Vietnamese script."

Ray laughed.

"I only know English, Jazzie. Everything else all looks the same to me."

Adam rubbed his jaw.

"I need these things too. Can I take them from you for awhile?"

"That board killed three of the Overlord's guys. It's got their blood on it. If you trace it back to me, do I go to jail for murder?" Blake grinned.

Adam laughed.

"I can posthumously deputize you, Blake. How about that, eh?"

Jasmine didn't catch the humor.

"He used that board to kill some guys who were attacking me. It was self defense!"

Adam turned to her with a sober look.

"We know, Jazzie. Blake's a good guy. He's always been a good guy ever since he joined our band. How long has it been, Blake?"

"I was fifteen when I joined your band, and that was ten years ago."

"Fifteen. Man, you weren't even old enough to be in those bars we played at in the early days."

"Nobody cared," Blake laughed. "And I never drank or did drugs so it didn't matter."

"I joined Neon Moon at 18, when I finished high school. I even managed to stick with the band even all through police training and such." Adam gave a sad shake of his head. "But now the band's gone."

Ray Street sighed.

"I need to check on my wife, see how she's doing."

Adam looked over at Ray.

"She went back to Japan, Ray. Went to be with her family 'cause she has no one here."

Ray Street turned away with a tragic look on his face.

"I guess it's all for the best. I don't want thugs going after her."

Jasmine brushed tears from her eyes. There had been so many lives destroyed by this Overlord.

Adam turned back to Blake.

"I'm going to take these in as evidence. We can have a couple of detectives dig around to find out what's going on with his outfit. Meanwhile, take a look at these things and see if you can use any of it."

He pulled from a drawer, various police equipment that was normally carried along on the job. There was a set of handcuffs, a radio, a baton, pepper spray, taser, a flashlight, a folding multi-tool, and a knife.

Blake's eyes shone with appreciation. After having taken out the jar, the painting and the wooden board, he had freed up a bit of space.

"Can I have the multi-tool, the taser, and the handcuffs?"

"Take them, man. They're extras."

Blake reached out and touched them. All three items vanished from the table.

«Congratulations. You have gained a weapon: Multi-tool. Leatherman. Level 1»

«Congratulations. You have gained a weapon: Taser. Axon. Level 1»

«Congratulations. You have gained a weapon: Handcuffs. Smith & Wesson. Level 1»

He checked the weapons cache.

Taking out the jar, the painting, and the board cleared up three slots, but adding the gun, bullets, handcuffs, taser, and the multi-tool took up five more.

He pulled out his bass guitar and placed it on the table. It turned into a solid 3D object.

"Place guitar in bag." He commanded.

The Ovation once again disappeared, to join the rest of the items that he had inside his bag that were not considered weapons.

He checked his weapons cache.

There was his Vietnam Trench Tomahawk Ax, the Sumatra Karambit knife, the Glock 19, six boxes of bullets, handcuffs, taser, and the multi-tool.

The bar on the top left showed 7 of 10 available weapons he could own. It cost him three more red power units for a total of five red units that was needed to add all those items.

Blake shrugged. It didn't matter. Red points were easy to get. All he had to do was kill one of Anh Hai's men and he would gain ten points. That was how the system was set up.

He was about to clear out the information bars from his view when a flashing yellow tab popped up.

«Assignment: Retrieve the Spirit Skull from the Holy City of Champa at Myson Mountain.»

Below this flashing sign was another tab.

«Accept | Decline»