Heading out on the town

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Since Jess and I figured out what we're going to do about our situation, I think I should go and have some real-world fun. Jess has already gone back to her room to play some more Aeternus Universe.

She's really turning into a gamer, and soon she'll learn more and more about the gaming economy. She'll make tons of money once she learns that selling in-game items for UWD's. Her life will change forever from that. In fact, if I wanted to. I could charge real-world money to sell my creations in-game to players. Like commission a ship and charge a price for it.

I don't need to do that, but it's there if I want to. I make my way towards the garage and into my car. My security system hasn't notified me of any breaches, so who's ever watching me is keeping their distance.

This mysterious group or person is good at being patient. I shouldn't worry too much about it at the moment. If nothing extreme has happened, then it's safe to say that I'm only being observed. There is only so much you can find out about that, and they'll get next to nothing. I open the garage with the click of a button, and I pull the car out.

Since it's a night out on a weekday, I think it's a good idea to go somewhere that'll have people. If I'm being watched, they'll be reluctant to approach me in a public setting. This adds a little more safety. I start driving down my road and heading for the freeway to head into the city.

I enter the freeway, and I look at the skyline from my current distance. Lights from the buildings make it look like Christmas. It's a view that I remember regardless of my mental abilities or not. I look back towards the road, and it's relatively empty.

Since it's a weeknight, there won't be too many people out driving. The only ones that won't be home are the people who don't have a job or the ones rich enough not to need a day one. I fall into the second category.

The joblessness in America is rather high, but not nearly as high as several centuries ago. America has become completely independent from the world. We don't import our needs. Add that together with the clean and limitless energy America has, and we truly are the greatest country in the world.

Enough chatter about history, and it's time to focus on where I should go to have some fun. There are always people at Celito's. While it is sorta spendy to eat and hang out there, it's always got plenty of customers.

I drive for around 20 minutes, and I round a corner leading to Celito's. I see there are some cars and people near the establishment. I park my car down the street, and I get out, locking the car behind me, of course. I head for the door, and I enter. There are some people dancing and others at tables in the restaurant section having dinner.

I make my way towards the restaurant section, and I wait to be seated. "Are you dining alone tonight, sir?" The kind waitress asks me a dreaded question, and I nod my head. She takes me to a table and leaves me with a menu.

I look around the bar and don't bother opening the menu since I already know what's inside and what I will order. As my eyes glide around the room, and my brain processes information. I see a red flag, figuratively. There are two men in black sitting in the far corner watching me from time to time. Talking to one another.

Could whoever is after me predict that I'd come here? It's possible. In fact, I'd say the chances are around 46.2 percent. I don't like those numbers. Add the fact two guys are watching that raises that percent to nearly 100.

I keep my eyes on the men, and more and more things are put together about them. The main thing is their armed. I can see the outlines of the weapons in their holsters under their jackets. Their either hired mercs or undercover government officials. I shouldn't put the government being the ones after me on the back burner. That's possible too.