[ WP ] It suddenly becomes possible to gain XP and level up in the real world , but you can only do so by getting kills .

`` Menu'' That partially opaque blue square appeared as it usually does. I could just see enough of it while seeing directly behind it. The words: `` Awaiting Command...'' flashing on and off on the screen brighter than the HUD itself. `` Shop.'' A list of weapons appeared on the screen now. The top weapons were usually the most popular ones. Sniper rifles, grenades, Desert Eagles, Mac-10s, you name it. They were only popular because people thought they looked cool using them, or newer players who figured that since many people owned that weapon, they should too. I was never one to follow the hype. 
 
 `` Revolver, Smith and Wesson, M & P R8.'' The gun appeared on my screen with a list of statistics and recommended extras. I glanced over the stats quickly. Weapon skill level, accuracy, recoil, none of them helped. They were just lines on a screen, no representation of how it works in the field. Still, the recoil line was longer then the others, even for....let's see....a.38 caliber weapon? `` Basic revolver precision'' That'll take care of any recoil, but just to be safe, `` Advanced revolver precision''. I'd deactivated certain options such as autoaim, and aim assist. All they really did was pull the gun where they wanted it to go. No skill really required. 
 
 `` Cart, buy all items'' A white light emanated from my hand for a short moment before the gun appeared in my hands. `` Equip as main weapon. Load Basic revolver precision. Load Advanced revolver precision.'' A small beep between each sentence let me know I'd succeeded. `` Map'' The screen flashed to a map of the city, small blue lights flashing on certain streets. One was not far from me. `` Resume game'' The screen vanished. I stood, standing on the edge of a tall building, before leaping to the ground below. As I fell, I saw the flashing light, indicating to the pedestrians below of a player landing. They avoided the light, and I landed perfectly. Usually, non players would not be able to see any of the weapons or powers of the gamers, but there were certain precautions to prevent non-player injury or death. I checked my watch. I gave it a tap, and it changed from the time to `` 5.23 meters'' Good, a checkpoint is nearby in case I needed it. I hurried to the last known location of my target. Let's hope he was still playing. 
 
 The cafe was quiet. Three people. One of these were my target, but how to proceed? If I pulled out my weapon and started shooting people, he will have a chance to shoot me first. If I do a scan, he'd detect me, and again, it'd come down to the quick of the draw. My weapon was safely hidden in my inventory, an invisible backpack that we carried in the form of data. There was no way to identify a player from what he wore. The game chip was surgically inserted, and any game information he had was only displayed to him. He could be looking at his shop right now, and I'd never even know. The only things I could see are weapons and powers, his weapon most likely inside his inventory right now too. I walked up to the counter, casually attempting to order a latte while I was surveying the situation so as to not look suspicious. One person had his back to the counter. Facing the entrance was a good strategy, in case someone walked in. Good, but also better to have a map and weapon out to watch. One suspect eliminated. The other two had taken a corner. walls behind them, they got a view to the rest of the cafe. Glancing over, I notice both watching me. No good to figure them out that way. Guess I'm just going to have to go with plan B. 
 
 As quietly as I can under my breath, I whisper `` inventory, Relinquishers'' one hand in my pocket. As I walk out the door, I throw the grenade into the shop, then brace myself against the wall. A large explosion, bigger that a modern bomb. These were my special concoction, made using the games crafting system. 100 XP reward. Roughly a third of the cost of the revolver, but 10 times the cost of the grenades materials. A fair trade. I finish my coffee as fast as I can. That man would have respawned, and other players would have heard it. Certainly not the civilians, who walk into a shop that to them, has no damage whatsoever. The people inside just saw a man drop dead, then his body teleport away. `` Scan'' a minimap appears in front of me, 8 dots converging on my location. `` Inventory Equip'' Now, the real game starts.
