Multimillionaire

Around 30 minutes earlier, in a bar with a dark and unsettling atmosphere.

From the outside, it looks just like any other building in the shopping district. Inside however, are filled with smoke from cigarettes of thugs.

Because of that, the street outside is nearly empty, no pedestrians wishes to traverse past such a dreadful place.

Drug addicted thugs and unloved disappointments are gathered in this bar, either drunk, high or arguing with one another.

A woman with long black hair in a blood red cloak walks through the entrance from the empty street, carrying a scythe that also glows blood red.

Arguments in the bar halted as the woman passes by, every hooligans she walks past turns obedient and looks down in fear.

"Good evening." The well-mannered bartender greeted and gave a deep bow the moment she passes by.

But the woman didn't bat an eye, she kept moving forward with no regards to her surroundings.

Her steps were confident and menacing. Though her scythe phases through every object it passes through, people around it still can't help but flinch.

She stopped in front of a hefty muscular man, dressed in a formal three piece suit with sunglasses on.

The man was standing in front of the entrance to the premium lounge of the bar, and that's where the woman wants to enter.

Words weren't exchanged between the two, the woman simply lifted her hood slightly, revealing an intimidating glare with her blood red hunter eyes.

The man was considerably taller, and certainly much larger in size, yet when faced with that threatening glare, he stepped aside allowing the woman into the lounge.

As soon as the woman entered the lounge, the door is shut and the man returns to his original post right in front of the door.

Inside the lounge, was two more massive men in formal clothings and sunglasses, standing as bodyguards for their employer behind.

Their employer, is an 11 year old girl, sitting on the cushioned long bench in the lounge behind her two bodyguards.

She was in casual clothings, white t-shirt and shorts, with a poorly stitched bat plush doll in her left arm.

Her right hand was drawing stick figures on a paper, a stick figure wearing a cloak, with dollar bills surrounding this said stick figure.

"They escaped." The woman in blood red cloak said.

"They were there though." The girl puts her pencil down and responds.

"They knew we were coming."

"Are you saying it's my fault? How could sabotaging my client's operation be of any benefits to me?"

"So we need to pay you more to find them again." The cloaked woman asserted with a glare.

The girl rubbed her nose and took a sip of a glass of lemonade before defending herself,

"The term of our deal is for Shockwave to be brought to you alive, that's not fulfilled yet, I can't request more payment before it is."

"Then how did they know about the attack I sent?"

"Beats me."

The little girl is GPS, the woman in blood red cloak is the eminent leader of Living Cemetery, The Reaper herself.

Reaper scoffs and lets out a ridiculing giggle,

"It's funny, how your bodyguards are so obedient after they're paid, when they could just kill you so easily and snatch all that fortune of yours."

Clearly a threat to GPS, yet GPS was unbothered by it, her facial expression throughout the discussion was apathetic.

"That's integrity, your lack of integrity will come back to bite one day, Mrs. Reaper."

"You speak of integrity, yet you're the one that failed to fulfill your end of the deal."

"I don't deny that I promised to bring Shockwave to you alive, but if I remembered correctly, there isn't a deadline for it."

Reaper was annoyed by GPS's effortless retortion, she frowned and raised her voice,

"You got a plan for that?"

"You have a tournament in a few hours, Mrs. Reaper."

"I asked you a question."

"You won't have time to lead the attack on her even if I tell you her exact location, I request to have your alliance at my disposal."

The Reaper scoffed again, she was utterly astonished by GPS's courage and audacity.

"And why would I allow that?"

"So the job can be done quicker, unless of course, you want the two million points you have already paid me to go to waste."

GPS remains unwavered, her apathetic facial expression persists, she even gotten bored enough to pick up the pencil again to continue doodling right in front of Reaper.

"Don't worry Mrs. Reaper, they're still your men, I'll simply be their temporary commander while you and your tournament team are busy."

The tournament is coming up, just like other competing alliances, Living Cemetery sends out a team of five of their own which comprises of Reaper and the other four strongest members of Living Cemetery.

The remaining members of Living Cemetery will not be involved in the tournament, those members are what GPS wish to possess to assist her in this job.

"Your authority isn't above Miller." Miller being the sixth strongest member in Living Cemetery, he wouldn't be involved in the tournament.

"Okay. Here's the first thing you do, tell your men to surround block #111."

"Why block #111?"

"It's the same logic as why I targeted room 064 of block #129, Kenneth Spears' apartment.

They know we're trying to find them, so they would choose the apartments of their more inconspicuous members as hiding spot.

Kenneth has the least sense of presence of the current four members in Shockwave's new alliance, his apartment has the least chance of being targeted, which is why they hid there previously.

After Kenneth, it would be Sean Anthony. Sean's apartment is in block #111. I don't know which room exactly as he's quite a new player, I don't have sufficient intel on him.

Also, Mrs. Reaper, I must ask, how did they escape?"

"My men told me they most definitely had a prior warning, they've already descended to the fourth floor before my men got to them.

They escaped through a maneuver utilising the balconies. Most importantly, my men said there was a hooded man with the anonymity cloak that assisted them.

The hooded man had a pair of scissors, and he sliced the throat of one of my men."

Hearing that, GPS was intrigued for the first time in this conversation. Her reaction was very subtle, she simply lifted her head a little bit and stopped doodling.

"Here?" GPS asked.

"Yes, the scissors worked here, outside Campaign and Endless."

GPS grasped the pencil in her hand tightly, she sat idle for a moment before drawing another cloaked stick figure, this one wielding blood stained scissors in his hand.

"That's annoying." She comments after she's done sketching the hooded man.

"Still surround block #111?"

"We still do, but leave some men for reserve, this variable requires cautions." GPS says while circling the sketch of the hooded man with a red crayon.

"Remember, GPS, Shockwave must be captured at all cost. Otherwise it doesn't matter if you're the game's richest player, I will kill you."

GPS remains unwavered and unbothered by The Reaper's threats, she kept her apathetic face on as she stares into The Reaper's menacing blood red eyes.

"Okay." A succinct response from GPS.

Reaper gave GPS one last glare before leaving the lounge.

Reaper's blood red cloak was a dyed anonymity cloak, which is the cloak that hides a player's name when the player wears it, thus there wasn't a nametag floating above her head.

In the entire bar, including GPS's bodyguards, everyone had their nametags floating above their head.

Yet GPS, not wearing an anonymity cloak, doesn't have a nametag.