As she neared Killion, Triss noticed a message pop up on the corner of her HUD. Curious, she opened up the page, saw that it was from...the UN.

Huh.

She stared at it for a moment before giving a shrug and an uncaring "meh," closing it down and instead focusing on not crashing and dying. She was, in fact, so focused on the road that she didn't notice the white-blue teleportation fizz beginning to form around her body. Then her vision flashed white for a moment and she ended up launching herself and her grav-cycle into a particularly stubborn wall.

Swearing, she picked herself up. Her health bar was significantly depleted, and Jericho was smoking and flaming. A long string of subsequent curses spewed from her mouth, so much that she nearly missed the video pop up in front out her. As her level cap popped away, she stared with utter disinterest. She wasn't anywhere near the cap, so she really didn't care either way. She was months away from using this new "feature."

As the man shown on the screen flickered away, she stared for a moment more where it had been and ineffectual kicked her broken cycle. Looking around at the people that surrounded her, she found herself profoundly unimpressed. Oh, sure, they had bigger numbers; most had previously been level capped. But she could tell just by looking at them that they had things like "ethics" and "morals," none of which Triss tended to concern herself with. In fact, she'd known of Mayhem for a while. He was probably her most prominent client, so she really had no reason to want him out of power. He paid her well, and she loved the work. Why jeopardize it?

Shrugging, she kicked Jericho once more before stretching and walking away from the small group of people. "You guys have fun with that. Later." She'd find her way back to Killion without Jericho, and return to the status quo.