Ren smiled as he saw them arrive and waved. "Okay," He looked at the complex until he realised that they were waiting for him, "Uh... shall we go?" The streets were already packed with cars filled with less than happy commuters. He spotted an empty space opposite and stowed his phone into his jeans. "Okay, I'm gonna teleport you guys across the street. Brace yourselves-"<br/><br/>"-done." Several passerbys looked at them as they appeared out of thin air before proceeding to the growing queue lines.Â<br/><br/>Jasper rolled his shoulders, wincing as the bass seemed to make his ribcage pulse with movement. "Hey, can we like- get to the queues... very loud..."<br/><br/>The queuing process was a simple matter, within five minutes, they were cleared into the complex, and were swept into the darkness, amongst the sea of waving lightsticks and in some cases, glowing face paint. The atmosphere increased with energy in proportion to the time passed.Â<br/><br/>At five thirty, the pulsing music faded away and the strobe lights went dark. Relative silence, then cheering as the lights flared thrice and the concert began.Â<br/><br/>Suika was pretty much band which was filled with talented members which touched on many genres of music, the main one being rock and pop. And their home ground was in Tetrapolis.Â<br/><br/>As the concert drew to a close, they sang Love is War, not in English but it still served to stir up a response from the crowd.Â<br/><br/>Immediately after the song, the lights went out, sputtering in their sockets. But the holoscreens showing edited album art told them this was just a ruse.Â<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>When the concert had ended, regretfully, in Ren's opinion, they were carried by the surge of the exiting fans into the now-empty streets. "Uh, thanks for coming today." He hopped on one leg, in attempt to relieve the slight ache in his heels. "We will see you home. Don't know if there are some Skill-Out wannabes still out here."<span style="font-style: italic">Instead of teleporting</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">It is not the destination that matters the most. It is the journey there.</span><br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Claude walked silently in the dorms. In his hands, he held a small device and a roll of wires wrapped into a palmed-sized cloth bag. When he reached his destination, he checked the corridor, and knocked. The light from the camera was out and the security were watching a make-believe video of the empty corridor.Â<br/><br/>"Good evening Mister Daisuke." He bowed slightly, before looking over his shoulder theatricaly, "I am Claude Black and I believe that I have some business which you may find interesting. Or rather,<span style="font-style: italic">life-changing</span>."