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“Terribly sorry about the clubbing incident sir, instructions from above you see. Master will not be present this evening, but we hope you enjoy your stay for the moment”, the whole person resembled a butler, but still, he was dressed like a bouncer, just like the two he met earlier when he was in Virler. This time a dark grey suit, black sunglasses, still bald as always. “So, where’s the pizza box you received earlier”, Viik looked alarmed at the man. “I see, you lost it? Well, it doesn’t matter, we’ll fabricate a new one, for once amazing and advanced technology is cheap”. “Eh… I think I’ll be leaving now, see ya later hehe”, Viik got up and looked for an exit. “No no, we can’t have you leaving just yet, you’re a guest of honor Lord McLadden”.

Lord? Viik was bewildered, they must’ve mixed you up with someone else insisted Buggers, Buggers? Now of all times they had to come, Sam whispered something about trying the swords that were displayed on the walls. Rolph on the other hand just told him to chill and let things unfold. Viik was a dedicated Rolph fan, sat back down and tossed Sam out of his mind for good and decided that he didn’t need the crazy aspect. The laid back and the reasonable were the only characteristics he would ever need Viik thought to himself.

Back to reality he saw the butler leave the room, around him he could see tall decorative banners filling the walls, he was sitting in a 19^th century bedroom, grand and wonderful. But there was something sinister about all of it, it was awfully dark, out the windows he could spot the busy streets of a metropolis. Actually he spotted the Canadian embassy down the road, at least that meant he wasn’t in Canada anymore. It seemed to be evening, the streets were dark, just filled with grumpy cars, there were few people. Over on the bedside table a clock told him it was 4, most likely in the morning, Viik decided nothing more could be done this evening and embraced the silky bed sheets.

Next morning he woke up without being able to feel his right arm, it’d been squeezed between himself and a hard surface, he sat up waving his numb arm from side to side. It’s freaky how you can’t feel it all if you’ve slept with a limb in a wrong position for some time, Viik couldn’t help laughing. It was all so pointlessly funny, after regaining most of its feeling he got up and found himself to have been sleeping on a park bench. Underneath him was a pizza box. Pizza boxes, waking up, standing up, looking around, Viik was awfully tired of all these repetitions. He wasn’t getting anywhere. There were written a few select words on the box; “Just an ordinary box mate, inside there’s some breakfast and an item for you to keep for now.” And on the bottom with small typing “Again, terribly sorry about the circumstances but orders are orders”.

He opened it and found a few slices of pizza and a metal cube, about an inch in every direction. No wiser he continued walking down the park, he asked the first person he came across about where he was. It was a woman, rather pretty, she looked nervous at him and replied short but accurate before continuing down the pathway. For the first time in ages some good news, a wide smile spread across his now adventurous face. Hello there Los Angeles!