((Collab post between Joshua Tamashii and Letter Bee))

New York's derilict parts were holiday hotels by 2010s standards, but that didn't change the fac that from a technical sense, they were still derilict. The more unpleasant sort of society mixed with young men and women seeking adventure and transgressions, and, despite the veneer of prosperity that covered even them, dark elements flowed underneath the city.

However, the Morning Glory Bar was not one of those elements. Rather, it was a bar for the good and the neutral, for men hardened, but not cowed or corrupted. It was for the ones who remembered that, despite the darkness that still lurked, most of the last century was one of hope, of the demise of...certain prejudices, of the spread of prosperity across the world. 

A person walked inside the bar, dressed in formal clothing that did not suit the atmosphere of this place. However, he was accepted, because his eyes showed that he had seen battle, and the guns strapped to his waist showed proof of that. Some of the long-timers of the bar recognized who he was; Heinz Harper, head of the Agency, taking an hour off from paperwork and bureaucracy.

Joshua sat at the bar, sipping his drink. It was nonalcholic, since the substance got in the way of his judgement and could ruin his aim if he got in a gun fight. Ever alert of his surroundings, he immediately sensed a change in the atmosphere. He looked around with his only good eye, seeing as how his right one was covered with an eyepatch. He immediately spotted Heinz but returned to his drink right afterwards. Unless the guy came with money, he had no buissiness with him and say no reason to say hi.

Heinz smiled, and sat next to Joshua, before deciding to speak:

"Joshua Tamashii, I presume? Let's dispense with the pleasantries; you know who I am, and you know that I want to give you a job. How's 50 Million sound, for what I'm asking?" Heinz was blunt and unsubtle; it wasn't that he had little patience for such, it was just that he didn't think it was necessary in the haven of...decency known as the Morning Glory bar.

Besides, the circumstances were urgent.

Joshua sighed as Heinz told him a price. Still he needed more then that before saying yes or no. Though the money was tempting by number alone.
"Give me details. I cant say yay or nay to a job I know nothing about you know." he said.

"All right," spoke Heinz. "You see, the E3 convention has been moved to New York by Arcana Unlimited, which is supicious enough in and of itself. However, what truly needs your attention is the fact that, there are four MMO Makers, and one of them plans to reenact the plot of [i]Sword Art Online[/i]. It's an Early 21st Century Anime about an MMO that traps you in a virtual world, where, if your game self dies, you die too."

"Basically, such an MMO exists now, thanks to Magic, and I need you to help my Agents stop it from the shadows."

Joshua listened to the job
"Soooo... youre asking me and several other to basicly play a game... for 50 million?" he said.

"More like, stop the game from being played in the first place, actually," spoke Heinz. "If you can nab the MMO Maker before anyone can get a copy of his work, then that would be worth the price. And, yes, that is dead or alive, although I prefer alive."

Joshua finished his drink and let out a sigh
"Youre paying me to shoot things, blow shit up, and get out stress in the best way I know. Plus youre paying enough to let me retire on the spot then and there." he said before standing up" Where do we meet up with the rest of this group?"

Heinz opened a portal, and spoke:

"Right now, of course; Agent Balthazar is waiting with her crew..."

"You people and youre magic." Joshua said walking over to the portal. Well, guess we outa go then."