*Hit "Start Game" to enable time travel.*

I woke up as any other morning, a blaring alarm and a slight hangover from last night's party. I am a normal 22 year-old inner-Empire girl by any outward measure: skinny, brunette, green-eyed, and just slightly above average in my bust and booty (not that I care). My mind is another story; I have no inclinations of being normal. I live life to the fullest; I party hard and I work hard (in that order). I am known to most in the newsroom as the "B---- Plus" because I tend to push people's buttons to get things done. Which is the way things should be done.

It normally worked well for me, but today things would take a turn for the worst.

I roll off my bed, pushing aside the covers and coming to a Thwump! on the floor. I shout, "Alarm! Fucking off!" It ceased. I clenched my jaw and rubbed my temples as I woke, "You've got to be shitting me!" My headache sucked... Worse than sucked. I reached for a bottle of pills that were meant to cure hangovers (I wish I had taken a few before the party). Instead, I got my phone, just a piece of glass that my augmented eyes projected an interface onto which, in turn, was really just a touch pad that sent Wi-Fi signals to my head. I had a few IMs filling up my screen: a few dick pics, a vagina pic (...that's a new one), texts from my friends last night like "where u @ eem!?", and one message from UNKNOWN. Intriguing.

I found and downed the pills and read the message, "Sid says you're a white bunny. Meet ALONE at Petrov Station @9am. Details to follow." Something happened last night. I hope I don't owe Sid too much... the last time I did I had to swallow his filthy cock.

I glanced at my wrist, the electronic tattoo displayed 8:52 and the station was 10 minutes away if I was lucky. Without a thought, I grabbed the satchel with my reporting tools, put on some tight (but surprisingly still in style) jorts, and figured I could dress the rest while running.