Chapter 362: 62: Clandestine Meetings

Chapter 62: Clandestine Meetings

"Remember," Dylan said as they landed, "The person we're meeting is a hardcore roleplayer. You don't have to join in, but Dextra might not respond to the meta aspects of the game."

"No worries, dude," answered Riptide.

"Yeah, we'll be fine," replied Sweet Dream as she jumped off Riptide's surfboard. Once she was off, Riptide tucked the surfboard into his inventory and went to join the others at the meeting place.

The location Dextra gave Dylan was a small cafe located in the financial district. It was a minimalist place, nothing like the cozy decor found in most coffee shops. Black and white chairs dotted the interior, reminding Dr. Zlo of a chessboard. The team decided to leave their minions behind as a show of good faith, and to make sure none died if this was a trap.

"This place would be more fitting if one of us was a hero," said Dr. Zlo.

"Why's that, dude?" Riptide replied.

The monocled villain waved a hand around the area, "A black and white theme is classic good versus evil. However, we're all villains."

"Talk about it later," Sweet Dream said, "Dextra's here." She pointed over to a table in the center of the shop. Dextra Black sat patiently sipping a steaming mug. Behind the villainess stood Hans and Shizuka. The ninja leaned over a free chair and winked at the three when they looked over.

"Off we go then," answered Dr. Zlo. He strode over to one of the open chairs and sat with a flourish. Legs crossed, Dr. Zlo leaned over the table to stare at Dextra.

"To be honest," he said after a few seconds, "I expected to meet in a wretched hive of scum and villainy."

"Come now, doctor," Dextra replied. "Neither of us would be caught dead in an establishment like that. We have standards."

"Too true," Dr. Zlo replied.

Sweet Dream and Riptide pulled their own chairs over.

"I see you've made a few friends," Dextra commented.

"Associates, nothing more."

"Yeah, dude. We work together because we can get something from each other," Riptide interjected.

"Though, not everything was like taking candy from a baby," spoke Sweet Dream.

"Indeed," Dextra sipped their drink. "I see your plan to steal the alien mothership was unsuccessful."

"A momentary setback," Dr. Zlo scoffed. "Our new plan cannot fail."

"Ah, but it is failure I'm here to talk about," replied Dextra. "You see, I have also been thwarted in my plans. I held the entire city in the palm of my hand, but divine intervention prevented my success."

"Ha!" Barked Dr. Zlo. "You believe the gods themselves came down to stop you?"

Dextra gave him a glare and hissed, "I know it. For the same thing that happened to me happened to you. We both succeeded that day. We both would have become something great, something above the sniveling masses. And yet something appeared to stop us. Granted, I was compensated nicely for the trouble. But I do not take kindly to losing."

"What do you propose?" asked Sweet Dream.

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"Dude, yeah! We'd get so many views if we had both the guy who stole the mothership and the guy who took over the city," Riptide added. "And then we could really hit Vert where it hurts."

"I thought you didn't hold a grudge?" Sweet Dream asked.

"I lied, duh."

"Anyway, let me send you my Netchat ID and we can talk about it more out of game." Thomas rose out of his chair and signaled to Hans. The bodyguard made to escort his charge out the door.

"Wait, dude!" Riptide shouted.

"Yes?"

"We should work out what our faction will be called. And how we plan to break stuff."

"He's right, amazingly," Sweet Dream said. "The three of us got a ton of cash for the heist. I'm guessing you did as well. If we plan to work together we should decide how to spend it."

"You're right. I planned to do that another time once we gained a few more members."

"Nah, let's get a draft done now," Dylan said. "Then when we get new members we can show them a more concrete plan. Plus, making a draft now can help us get to know each other.

"You have a point," Thomas agreed. "How about we jump off and talk on Netchat. That way I can get my other friend in."

"Sounds good, dude," Riptide answered.

"Awesome," Thomas said as he sent over his Netchat username. Dylan received it a few moments later.

"See you in a few," Sweet Dream said.

Thomas waved goodbye, allowing Hans to escort him out.

"See ya soon guys," Shizuka said.

"I hope we didn't bite off more than we could chew," Sweet Dream said after they left.

"We can leave if it gets too intense," Dylan replied, standing from his chair.

The others followed suit and all three villains made their way out of the caf. Flying home, they discussed all sorts of options, trying to figure out what would make Vert stop and listen to their demands. None of the ideas stuck, until Riptide spoke up, "What if we did the tsunami bomb and targeted as many cities as possible. Went full world domination. Dude, we could actually ransom Vert. Ha! That would be awesome!"

"That could be a good idea," Sweet Dream said. "But we'd get banned if we tried to ransom the company behind the game."

"So we do it in-game. Go full roleplaying with it," Dylan said. "If we get banned, we have a case against Vert. Because all we did was work within the confines of the game."

"Dude, I like it. We could make so much money doing it too!" Riptide exclaimed.

The three friends filled out a few more of the details before logging out to meet up with Dextra. With any luck, the others would like the plan just as much as they did.

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