The church service ended around noon, as Clark stood up, following the other members. They all orderly left the church premises. He felt happy and fulfilled as he took in the fresh air outside. "I’ll be a bonafide soldier soon," he thought with a smile. As he smiled, a memory of his parents quickly flashed into his brain. Despite the complicated relationship he had with his parents, they were still his closest companions when they were alive. He missed them a lot. After entering the car, he didn’t go back straight to the hotel, he drove to a nearby pizza shop. He bought a plate of pizza and a bottle of ice cream, as he relaxed on the chair provided. There was a television set-up for customer’s entertainment, placed at the top of the shop. He looked over and was surprised by the news on display. "The local police force attacked a nearby Persian tiger’s base, but it seems that the terrorists expected the assault, as they all escaped without casualties. The police went in pursuit, as..." The local reporter's voice reverberated from the speakers, as she fluently read the news, while he listened. He suddenly chuckled; “the police really hate this bunch of hypocrites, I didn't even have to do anything". After relaxing for over an hour, he finally entered the car and drove back to the hotel. On reaching there, he entered the huge parlor as he slumped down on the sofa. After resting for some minutes to recover his strength, he grinned as he stood up. He went directly to the room to get his bag; he brought it back to the parlor as he sat down again on the sofa. He activated the jamming device, it responded as a jamming field was swiftly created. The hotel could have placed hidden cameras here in the parlor or the room; he was not taking any chances. He finally opened the bag with excitement on his face. His smile grew wider, as he saw his battle lootings safely stored inside. This time, he got one exotic armor, 3 exotic swords, and 1 sniper rifle. “Man, I’m rich!!” he exclaimed excitedly. An exotic sword of this quality is worth 8,000 Spartan credits if bought from the military. But he can decide to sell it for up to 10,000 Spartan credits in the black market, an online platform, or any other method. The armor can easily be sold for 20,000 Spartan credits in the black market. Unlike his military-provided armor, that can easily be sold for 30,000 Spartan credits. “Still, it’s a very good bargain,” he muttered contentedly. The sniper rifle can easily be sold for 15,000 Spartan credits. If he is lucky, he can sell it for up to 18,000 Spartan credits. “I can’t wait to turn these loots into cash. Let me go online to search first,” he muttered excitedly. He quickly went online through his implant; his consciousness was slowly drawn into the virtual world. Using your implant to go online is just like leaving your body for an outside exploration with your soul. Technology has grown to the extent, where the internet has changed to become a different world virtually. If you know the name of a website, you can just think of it, your implant will do the rest. It will bring your consciousness to the virtual world, where you’ll have an A. I to act as your guide for the first time. This was not his first time entering the virtual world, but this was his first time entering the virtual world designated for trading military equipment. It’s just like an online black market. “Good afternoon Mr. Clark, welcome to the black market for weapons and other military equipment. My name is A-11; you can decide to change my name to the one you prefer if you like”. The A.I continued, as Clark stared curiously at it. It took the shape of a man in a suit, exactly like the one he was wearing right now. His implant simply projected the suit that he wore from the material world. He can decide to customize it, but he didn't see the need in doing so. “I have goods to sell, show me to where I can place them for sale,” he demanded. A-11 quickly transferred some co-ordinates to him. He instantly received them in the form of virtual data, displayed on a virtual screen. After seeing it, he thought of going there and he immediately appeared there. Here in the virtual world, things are done at the speed of thoughts. Very fast and convenient. He appeared in an area that was bustling with activity. He looked up at the huge and eye-catching signboard which read, “Welcome to the home of military equipment". It was decorated with a picture of guns, armor, and a host of other military equipment. Some of the equipment, he recognized, while others he didn’t. He quickly navigated his way through the large group of people. He went directly to meet the person at the counter, where sellers present their equipment for sale. He made sure to change his face through the customize option, before going. “Good afternoon bro, you’ve got stuff to sell?” The counter guy greeted, as he chewed on the virtual chocolate in his mouth. “Yeah, yes, I got some stuff to sell,” Clark replied, as he observed him. “Then what are you waiting for bro, bring it on”. “Oh…, OK". Clark didn’t know why, but he was a little peeved from the way this guy talked and the way he dressed. He looked like an annoying thief, or more like a scammer. Cough..., cough, he coughed a little to clear his thoughts, before he projected an image of the items that he brought for sale. “Wow!!” A wave of exclamations rose from the people who saw the items first, as all the people nearby crowded over to see what was causing the noise. This was clearly a low-tier virtual black market. Exotic weapons and armor were probably VIP stuff here. “Thank God I customized my face,” Clark thought, as he quickly projected the prices. “Wow!!” Another wave of wows rose again, as they exclaimed again on seeing the prices. The people here clearly didn’t have the money to purchase anything. They just ohhed and ahhed, while discussing excitedly. Clark waited for some time, as he figured that the huge crowd will probably draw a prospective buyer closer. He guessed right, he didn’t have to wait too long, as the first prospect came, also on a suit. “Oh, you got an exotic armor here,” was his greeting, as this guy came to face him. “How much,” he asked before he glanced at the price. “20,000 credits… Good, pack it up, I’m taking it”. He is simply my style was the only thought on Clark’s brain at the moment. He grinned inwardly in joy while keeping a calm face, as he led the man to a corner to discuss how they’ll proceed.