Thud!! Thud!! Thud!! The sound from Clark's military boots echoed in the corridor, as he went straight outside. He walked directly to the payment building, where he met the cashier of the hotel. “Good morning, I am here to pay for the services and every other expense during my stay here. My name is Clark Pen…” “Oh, please I'm sorry for the interruption. I know who you are Mr. Pendragon," the female cashier smiled at him. He directly asked her to total his bill, after knowing that she recognized him. “Mr. Pendragon, the total cost for all the services is 120 Spartan credits”. “Good,” he replied with a smile, as he directly transferred the money over. He already did his research, even the price for their services is good, despite the excellent service provided. After sorting out the bills, he left, going directly to his car. Zoom!! He placed the key on the ignition of the luxurious car, as he quickly started it. The car roared to life, as he drove stylishly out of the hotel compound. After getting out, he checked his military wristwatch. The direction led to the east, so he directly took the highway. It felt really good riding your car; he savored the moment with obvious relish, as he sped up the highway. Even though they were trained on how to drive different cars, the feeling was completely different, when he knew it was his own hired car. “I’ll propose buying an exotic car to Leo as our main goal, after graduation,” he thought with a grin on his face. He drove for 2 hours straight, before his wristwatch flashed green, pointing at an open field ahead. After reaching the field, he parked and waited patiently. It wasn’t even a minute before he heard a whoosh sound above his head. He looked up to see the Megalodon, slowly descending in its full glory. He froze in place with a mesmerized expression on his face, as he couldn’t help admiring the stunning sight. He was quickly brought back to reality, as the ropes of the warship dropped down. He didn’t linger in one place, as he directly scaled the warship through the ropes, with his bag safely kept on his back. He entered the ship to see a smiling Sergeant Modric. "Good morning sergeant," he greeted, while also saluting. “Good morning Clark, congratulations on finishing your graduation requirements,” Sergeant Modric replied, with a brilliant smile on his face. Clark reciprocated with a smile also, as they shook hands, while the sergeant introduced the soldier standing to his side. “Clark, this is John”. He greeted the soldier, as they both exchanged a handshake. “John will help you return your hired car. So, tell him where he’ll drop it”. Sergeant Modric continued. Clark thanked the soldier first, before telling him where to drop the car. The soldier nodded respectfully, before scaling down from the warship, after receiving the keys. As the soldier's figure disappeared from view, he suddenly smiled, as he received a notification from his implant. Another buyer was asking to meet him, to purchase 2 of his stuff. “Man, this is simply free money falling into my pockets,” he thought with a grin, as the warship sped up to the military base, after entering its stealth mode. About 10 minutes later, the warship arrived at the military base, as both soldiers quickly scaled down from it. Clark didn’t receive any welcome party or anything of the sort; graduation day will be the main and only party for him and his fellow cadet survivors. The Sergeant told him that he could do anything he wanted, for the remaining days of the graduation training. He went straight to his room, as he dropped his bag while admiring the room after over a month's separation. “In about 2 weeks, I’ll leave this room. I will finally become a soldier of the Sparta republic, and a sergeant at that. Life is really unpredictable man. Who knew that the small Clark of yesterday will grow up to now be a sergeant?” His emotions were on a roller coaster, as he carefully observed the room he stayed in, for over 3 years now. “It’s just like something from an action movie, or a fiction action-based comic,” he thought with a smile. “Oh, right, I received a notification about a prospective buyer. Let me log in to check,” he recalled, as he quickly logged in through his implant. His consciousness was dragged in, as he came to the now-familiar virtual world. His guide A. I no longer appeared as this was his second time visiting this website or better still virtual world. He moved directly to the virtual base where he projected his stuff for sale. As he reached the virtual shop, he saw a person in a suit walking directly towards where he stood. “He probably set his implant to notify him, when I come online". He silently thought as he straightened up to meet his prospective buyer. “Good day, Mr. Weapon collector”. The man greeted with a smile. “Good day sir,” he greeted the man back, without much emotion in his tone. He changed his name to Weapon Collector the other day, to avoid unfortunate circumstances where his customers will try robbing him directly, after knowing his identity. “I received a notification that you are interested in 2 of my stuff, I came as soon as I can". He didn’t bother beating around the bush, as he went directly to the point. “Yes, I want an exotic sword and the exotic sniper rifle”. The man was also very decisive, directly naming what he wanted. The prices were already projected, so Clark just added that he accepts no bargains on the first transactions. “I’ll consider bargaining with you if you come back again for a 2nd business transaction with me”. He added. The man looked at him with a meaningful smile. He chuckled, before directly sending the money to his account. “You just received 28,000 Spartan credits from account no. 00…,” Clark’s implant notified him immediately. “Thanks for patronizing my stuff,” he thanked the man, and they quickly started the discussion on how he’ll get his bought goods. After all the procedures were done, he finally returned. He relaxed on his bed, as he grinned in satisfaction. “What a profitable business looting is,” he muttered to himself silently.