Note: This vignette is a continuation from Heist.
The Cleaner pulled himself over the lip of the building’s roof and uncloaked. He looked over his domain . . . Möbius City, gathering place for all the rabble and freeloaders looking to find a way into Infinispace. The virtual city lights stretched to the horizon before and behind him, all of it an illusion of course, caused by the finite nature of the city. Travel down one lane at Street City level and eventually you’d find yourself back where you started, passing the same building, club, or gaudily glowing sign. It may take hours to circle Möbius City, but there were only two ways to leave it: back to reality or onward to some obscure corner of Infinispace.
He looked over the edge and scanned the surrounding glow for signs of Collectors. Gravedigger better goddamn pay up. This avatar jack wasn’t exactly turning into a cakewalk. No matter how honest they claim to be, people with money have their own shady resources, and even pissed off honest people will not hesitate to exact a little criminal retribution if they are desperate. A rich narcissist can get pretty desperate when their identity has been stolen in Infinispace.
There’d be hell to pay if that scrawny little fuck didn’t show up for the drop. The Tormentor again materialized in his hand.