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"We're almost at the main cavern." The guide says softly. "Don't fall behind." I can feel my heart quicken as we exit the narrow tunnel and step into the monstrous cavern, aptly named "Dragon's Den". As we look around, our headlamps play off of the thick pillars, stalactites, and cave draperies that look like flowing water turned to stone. Although beautiful, the cave formations are not what we have come to see. Our guide looks down at her watch. "It's almost time." She announces. As soon as she says that, I see a small, dark shape dart past my light. I can feel myself grinning as I aim my light at the cave ceiling, knowing full well what I

Rain poured down onto the glowing streets, and I pulled my hood down a bit further. The flash of a disk shot by the alley I was hiding in, and I peered out again towards the street. It figures that a simple decision to go for a walk would not only get it raining, but land me in the middle of a street war as well. But as the minutes passed, I quickly realized that what was happening in front of me was not a street war, but a slaughter. The Black Guards, C.L.U.'s elite soldiers, were derezzing every ISO they found. Some ISO-friendly programs had run out of their homes to help, but they were deleted just as easily. I didn't pretend to care for t