{"product_id":"wildcard-isbn-9780399548000","title":"Wildcard","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003eAn Instant \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e Bestseller!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eReturn to the immersive, action-packed world of \u003ci\u003eWarcross\u003c\/i\u003e in this thrilling sequel from #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author Marie Lu\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEmika Chen barely made it out of the Warcross Championships alive. Now that she knows the truth behind Hideo's new NeuroLink algorithm, she can no longer trust the one person she's always looked up to, who she once thought was on her side.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDetermined to put a stop to Hideo's grim plans, Emika and the Phoenix Riders band together, only to find a new threat lurking on the neon-lit streets of Tokyo. Someone's put a bounty on Emika's head, and her sole chance for survival lies with Zero and the Blackcoats, his ruthless crew. But Emika soon learns that Zero isn't all that he seems--and his protection comes at a price.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCaught in a web of betrayal, with the future of free will at risk, just how far will Emika go to take down the man she loves?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn this explosive sequel to the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling \u003ci\u003eWarcross\u003c\/i\u003e, Marie Lu delivers an addictive finale that will hold you captive till the very last page.\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eWildcard\u003c\/i\u003e:\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/u\u003eAn Instant \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e \u0026amp; \u003ci\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/i\u003e Bestseller!\u003cbr\u003eFall 2018 Kids’ Indie Next List – Teen Pick\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e Most Anticipated YA Book - Fall 2018\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAn Amazon Best Young Adult Book of the Month Pick – September 2018\u003cbr\u003eAn Amazon Editors' Favorite Young Adult Book of Fall 2018\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003eSeventeen\u003c\/i\u003e Magazine Best YA Book of 2018\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e Best YA Book of 2018\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA BuzzFeed Best YA Book of 2018\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cu\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e★ \"Lu’s \u003cb\u003efuturistic \u003c\/b\u003eworld, with its \u003cb\u003eimmersive\u003c\/b\u003e technology, feels dangerously within reach in this \u003cb\u003eaction-packed escapade\u003c\/b\u003e with a \u003cb\u003ethoughtful, emotion-driven core\u003c\/b\u003e.\"—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly, \u003c\/i\u003estarred review\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e★ \"The \u003cb\u003eplotting is exquisite\u003c\/b\u003e, with tiny details connecting back to the first book, big twists that never feel forced, and emotional power drawn from character growth. The \u003cb\u003eflawlessly rendered characters\u003c\/b\u003e anchor the sophisticated themes and \u003cb\u003eworld-altering stakes\u003c\/b\u003e right up to the end game. A \u003cb\u003efast, intense, phenomenal \u003c\/b\u003eread.\"—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"There’s plenty of \u003cb\u003ehigh-stakes double-crossing\u003c\/b\u003e here, and this finale moves along at a \u003cb\u003ebreakneck clip\u003c\/b\u003e. Series fans will be only too happy to zoom along for the ride.\"—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"Fans of \u003ci\u003eWarcross \u003c\/i\u003ewill enjoy even more time spent in the game, along with \u003cb\u003eintrigue, action, and mystery.\u003c\/b\u003e\"—\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eWarcross\u003c\/i\u003e:\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/u\u003eA \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003eBestseller\u003cbr\u003eAn Amazon Editor's Favorite YA Book for Fall 2017 \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAn Amazon Best Young Adult Book of the Month Pick — September 2017\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAn Amazon Best YA Book of 2017\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eA \u003ci\u003eKirkus \u003c\/i\u003eBest Teen Book of 2017\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eA \u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly \u003c\/i\u003eBest YA Book of 2017\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA Barnes \u0026amp; Noble Best Book of 2017\u003cbr\u003eA \u003ci\u003eBoston Globe\u003c\/i\u003e Best YA Book of 2017\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003ePOPSUGAR\u003c\/i\u003e Best YA Book of 2017\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003ePaste \u003c\/i\u003eMagazine Best YA Book of 2017\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003eBustle\u003c\/i\u003e Best YA Book of 2017\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA 2018 YALSA Teens’ Top Ten Pick\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“\u003cb\u003eA\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cb\u003evibrant, action-packed shot of adrenaline\u003c\/b\u003e. Lu delivers characters with heart and determination, then sets them loose in a luminously conceived world of infinite possibility.”—\u003cb\u003eLeigh Bardugo\u003c\/b\u003e, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eSix of Crows\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e★ \u003c\/b\u003e“With a keen eye for detail, Lu (the Young Elites series) vividly imagines a future society where gaming is woven into daily life . . . Think \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Hunger Games \u003c\/i\u003emeets World of Warcraft\u003c\/b\u003e.”—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Marie Lu’s \u003ci\u003eWarcross\u003c\/i\u003e is \u003cb\u003eunlike anything I’ve ever read\u003c\/b\u003e—clever, smart, romantic—yet exploding with color, action, and unrelenting speed. I flew through this book—it’s \u003cb\u003eabsolutely fantastic\u003c\/b\u003e.”—\u003cb\u003eSabaa Tahir\u003c\/b\u003e, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eAn Ember in the Ashes\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e★ \u003c\/b\u003e“A \u003cb\u003estellar cyberpunk series opener\u003c\/b\u003e packed with \u003cb\u003esimmering romance\u003c\/b\u003e and \u003cb\u003ecinematic thrills\u003c\/b\u003e.”—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Clear your schedule, because you won’t stop reading \u003ci\u003eWarcross\u003c\/i\u003e until you’re done. \u003cb\u003eAddictive, fast-paced, and totally immersive\u003c\/b\u003e, this book takes you from a futuristic Tokyo on a high-tech tour of incredible virtual worlds. Packed with danger, intrigue, and heart-pounding gameplay, set in a world built with an incredible eye for detail, \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eWarcross\u003c\/i\u003e is Marie Lu’s best book yet\u003c\/b\u003e.”—\u003cb\u003eAmie Kaufman\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eIlluminae\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e★ \u003c\/b\u003e“A \u003cb\u003ehighly engaging and incredibly exciting\u003c\/b\u003e science fiction novel for young adults.”—\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An immersive world that I didn't want to leave. \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eWarcross\u003c\/i\u003e is pure genius.\u003c\/b\u003e I'm ready for the sequel!”—\u003cb\u003eKami Garcia\u003c\/b\u003e, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling coauthor of \u003ci\u003eBeautiful Creatures\u003c\/i\u003e and author of \u003ci\u003eThe Lovely Reckless\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“[A]s brightly hued as Emika’s sleeve tattoo and rainbow hair — \u003cb\u003ea fast-paced, fun-filled adventure\u003c\/b\u003e.”—\u003ci\u003eThe Washington Post\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The novel is \u003cb\u003ea page-turner\u003c\/b\u003e, and even those who are not gamers will cheer for Emi as she tries to discover who is genuine and who is not.”—\u003ci\u003eVOYA\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Hunger Games \u003c\/i\u003emeets Minecraft \u003c\/b\u003eas a teen hacker enters a virtual reality in Marie Lu’s electrifying novel \u003ci\u003eWarcross\u003c\/i\u003e.”—\u003ci\u003eSeventeen \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“[A]n \u003cb\u003einventive first in a series\u003c\/b\u003e that showcases Lu’s versatility as a storyteller. . . . \u003cb\u003eDystopia, dark fantasy, and now a sci-fi thriller—what can’t Lu do?\u003c\/b\u003e Her boatloads of fans can’t wait to find out.”—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“[A]s \u003cb\u003evisual, kinetic, and furiously paced\u003c\/b\u003e as any video game. . . . It’s ‘Gleaming the Cube’ meets ‘Strange Days’ meets ‘Blade Runner,’ and it’s \u003cb\u003ea lot of fun\u003c\/b\u003e.”—\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003ci\u003eWarcross \u003c\/i\u003eis the kind of \u003cb\u003eall-consuming fantasy\u003c\/b\u003e novel that pulls you head-first into a brand new world that begins to feel so familiar you \u003cb\u003ecan’t wait to get your hands on the next one\u003c\/b\u003e.\"—\u003ci\u003eNew York\u003c\/i\u003e magazineMarie Lu is the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of The Young Elites series, as well as the blockbuster bestselling Legend series. She graduated from the University of Southern California and jumped into the video game industry as an artist. Now a full-time writer, she spends her spare time reading, drawing, playing games, and getting stuck in traffic. She lives in Los Angeles with her illustrator-author husband, Primo Gallanosa, and their dogs.\u003cb\u003e1\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Eight Days until the Warcross Closing Ceremony   \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Someone is watching me.\u003cbr\u003e I can feel it—the eerie sensation of being followed, an invisible gaze locked on my back. It prickles my skin, and as I make my way through Tokyo’s rain-soaked streets to meet up with the Phoenix Riders, I keep looking over my shoulder. People hurry by in a steady stream of colorful umbrellas and business suits, heels and oversize coats. I can’t stop imagining their downcast faces all turned in my direction, no matter which way I go.\u003cbr\u003e Maybe it’s the paranoia that comes with years of being a bounty hunter. \u003ci\u003eYou’re on a crowded street, \u003c\/i\u003eI tell myself. \u003ci\u003eNo one’s following you.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It’s been three days since Hideo’s algorithm was triggered. Technically, the world should now be the safest it’s ever been. Every single person who has used the new Henka Games contact lenses—even just once—should now be completely under Hideo’s control, rendered unable to break the law or harm another person.\u003cbr\u003e Only the few who still use the beta lenses, like me, are unaffected.\u003cbr\u003e So, in theory, I shouldn’t be worried about someone following me. The algorithm won’t let them do anything to hurt me.\u003cbr\u003e But even as I think this, I slow down to stare at the long line wrapping around a local police station. There must be hundreds of people. They’re all turning themselves in to the authorities for anything and everything unlawful they’ve ever done, from unpaid parking tickets to petty theft—even murder. It’s been like this for the past three days.\u003cbr\u003e My attention shifts to a police barricade at the end of the street. They’re directing us to detour down a different block. Ambulance lights flash against the walls, illuminating a covered gurney being lifted into the vehicle. I only need to catch a glimpse of officers pointing up at the roof of a nearby building before I figure out what occurred here. Another criminal must have jumped to their death. Suicides like this have been peppering the news.\u003cbr\u003e And I helped make all of this happen.\u003cbr\u003e I swallow my unease and turn away. There’s a subtle but significant blankness in everyone’s eyes. They don’t know an artificial hand is inside their minds, bending their free will.\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eHideo’s \u003c\/i\u003ehand.\u003cbr\u003e The reminder is enough to make me pause in the middle of the street and close my eyes. My fists clench and unclench, even as my heart lurches at his name. \u003ci\u003eI’m such an idiot.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e How can the thought of him fill me with disgust and desire at the same time? How can I stare in horror at this line of people waiting in the rain outside a police station—but still blush at my dream of being in Hideo’s bed, running my hands along his back? \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eWe’re over. Forget him. \u003c\/i\u003eI open my eyes again and continue on, trying to contain the anger beating in my chest.\u003cbr\u003e By the time I duck into the heated halls of a Shinjuku shopping center, rain is coming down in wavy sheets, smearing the reflections of neon lights against the slick pavement.\u003cbr\u003e Not that the storm is stopping preparations for the upcoming Warcross closing ceremony, which will mark the end of this year’s games. With my beta lenses on, I can see the roads and sidewalks color-coded in hues of scarlet and gold. Each Tokyo district is highlighted like this right now, the streets shaded the colors of the most popular team in that neighborhood. Overhead, a lavish display of virtual fireworks is going off, piercing the dark sky with bursts of colored light. Shinjuku district’s favorite team is the Phoenix Riders, so the fireworks here are currently forming the shape of a rising phoenix, arching its flaming neck in a cry of victory.\u003cbr\u003e Every day over the next week or so, the top ten players of this year’s championships will be announced worldwide after a vote by all Warcross fans. Those ten players will compete in a final, all-star tournament during the closing ceremony, and then spend a year as the biggest celebrities in the world before they play again next spring, in the opening ceremony’s game. Like the one I once hacked into and disrupted, that upended my entire life and landed me here.\u003cbr\u003e People on the streets are proudly dressed up as their top-ten vote this year. I see a few Asher lookalikes sporting his outfit from our championship game in the White World; someone’s decked out as Jena, another as Roshan. Still others are arguing heatedly about the Final. There had obviously been a cheat—power-ups that shouldn’t have been in play.\u003cbr\u003e Of course, I had done that.\u003cbr\u003e I adjust my face mask, letting my rainbow hair tumble out from underneath my red raincoat’s hood. My rain boots squelch against the sidewalk. I have a randomized virtual face laid over my own, so at least people who are wearing their NeuroLink glasses or contacts will look at me and see a complete stranger. For the rare person who isn’t, the face mask should cover enough to make me blend in with everyone else wearing masks on the street. \u003cbr\u003e “\u003ci\u003eSugoi!\u003c\/i\u003e” someone passing me exclaims, and when I turn, I see a pair of wide-eyed girls grinning at my hair. Their Japanese words translate into English in my view. “Wow! Good Emika Chen costume!”\u003cbr\u003e They make a gesture like they want to take a photo of me, and I play along, putting up my hands in V-for-victory signs. \u003ci\u003eAre you both under Hideo’s control, too? \u003c\/i\u003eI wonder.\u003cbr\u003e The girls bob their heads in thanks and move along. I adjust my electric skateboard strapped over my shoulder. It’s a good temporary disguise, pretending to be myself, but for someone used to stalking others, I still feel weirdly exposed.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eEmi! Almost here?\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Hammie’s message appears before me as translucent white text, cutting through my tension. I smile instinctively and quicken my steps.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eAlmost.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eIt would’ve been easier, you know, if you’d just come with us.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I cast a glance over my shoulder again. It would’ve definitely been easier—but the last time I stayed in the same space as my teammates, Zero nearly killed us in an explosion.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I’m not an official Rider anymore. People would ask questions if they saw us heading out as a group tonight.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eBut you’d be safer if you did.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eIt’s safer if I didn’t.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I can practically hear her sigh. She sends the address of the bar again.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eSee you soon.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I pass through the mall and out the other side. Here, the colorful blocks of Shinjuku shift into the seedy streets of Kabukichō, Tokyo’s red-light district. I tense my shoulders. It’s not an \u003ci\u003eunsafe \u003c\/i\u003earea—certainly not compared to where I came from in New York—but the walls are covered with glowing screens featuring the services of beautiful girls and handsome, spiky-haired boys, along with shadier banners I don’t want to understand.\u003cbr\u003e Virtual models dressed in scanty outfits stand outside bars, beckoning visitors to enter. They ignore me when they realize my profile marks me as a foreigner and turn their attention to the more lucrative Japanese locals navigating the streets.\u003cbr\u003e Still, I pick up my pace. No red-light district in the world is safe. \u003cbr\u003e I duck into a narrow street on the border of Kabukichō. \u003ci\u003ePiss Alley\u003c\/i\u003e, so this cluster of little walkways is called. The Riders picked it for tonight because it’s closed to tourists during the Warcross championship season. Scowling bodyguards in suits stand at the entrances and exits of the alleys, shooing away curious passersby.\u003cbr\u003e I take down my disguise for a second so they can see my real identity. One bodyguard bows his head and lets me in.\u003cbr\u003e Both sides of the alleys are lined with tiny sake bars and yakitori stands. Through each of their fogged glass doors, I can see the backs of other teams huddled in front of smoking grills, arguing loudly at virtual projections on the walls showing interviews with players. The scent of fresh rain mixes with aromas of garlic, miso, and fried meat.\u003cbr\u003e I pull off my raincoat, shake it out, and fold it inside out into my backpack. Then I head to the last stall. This bar is a little bigger than the others, facing a quiet alley blocked off on either side. Its doorway is lit by a row of cheery red lanterns, and men in suits stand in strategic positions around it. One of them notices me and moves aside, ushering me forward.\u003cbr\u003e I walk under the lanterns and enter through the sliding glass door. A curtain of warm air envelops me.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eChecked into Midnight Sense Bar!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e+500 Points. Daily Score: +950\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eLevel 36 |  N120,064\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I find myself standing in a cozy room with a handful of filled seats arranged around a bar, where a chef is busy putting out bowls of ramen. He pauses to call out my arrival.\u003cbr\u003e A round of greetings hits me as everyone turns in my direction. \u003cbr\u003e There’s Hammie, our Thief, and Roshan, our Shield. Asher, our Captain, is sitting on one of the stools with his stylish wheelchair folded behind him. Even Tremaine, who technically plays for the Demon Brigade, is here. He keeps his elbows propped up on the bar as he nods at me through the steam rising from his bowl. He’s sitting away from Roshan, who’s fiddling with a bracelet of prayer beads on his wrist and making a point of ignoring his former boyfriend.\u003cbr\u003e My team. My friends. The eerie feeling of being watched subsides as I take in their faces.\u003cbr\u003e Hammie waves me over. I slide gratefully into the empty stool beside her. The chef puts down a bowl of ramen before me and steps out to give us privacy. “The whole city’s celebrating,” I mutter. “People have no idea what Hideo’s done.”\u003cbr\u003e She starts pulling her curls tight into a thick pouf high on her head. Then she juts her chin at a virtual screen playing footage from the Final against the wall. “You’re just in time,” she replies. “Hideo’s about to make his announcement.”\u003cbr\u003e We stare at the screen as Hammie pours me a cup of tea. It now shows a room of reporters with their faces turned toward a massive stage, all waiting impatiently for Hideo to arrive. Kenn, the Warcross creative director, and Mari Nakamura, Henka Games’ chief operating officer, are already there, whispering to each other.\u003cbr\u003e The room on the screen suddenly bursts into commotion as Hideo walks onstage. He straightens the lapels of his suit jacket once as he strides over to join his companions, shaking hands as he goes with his usual cool, careful grace.\u003cbr\u003e Even the sight of him onscreen feels as overwhelming as if he’d walked right into this bar. All I see is the same boy I’ve watched my whole life, the face I’d stop to look for at newsstands and take in on TV. I dig my nails into the counter, trying not to show how embarrassingly weak it makes me feel.\u003cbr\u003e Hammie notices. She casts me a sympathetic glance. “No one expects you to be over him already,” she says. “I know he’s trying to take over the world and all, but he still rocks a suit harder than a Balmain catwalk.”\u003cbr\u003e Asher scowls. “I’m right here.”\u003cbr\u003e “I didn’t say I wanted to \u003ci\u003edate \u003c\/i\u003ehim,” Hammie replies, reaching over to pat Asher’s cheek once.\u003cbr\u003e I look on as Hideo and Kenn talk in low voices and wonder how much Kenn and Mari know about Hideo’s plans. Has the entire company been in on this all along? Is it possible to keep such a thing secret? Would \u003ci\u003ethat \u003c\/i\u003emany people take part in something so awful?\u003cbr\u003e “As you all know,” Hideo begins, “a cheat was activated during the Final of this year’s championship that benefited one team—the Phoenix Riders—over the other—Team Andromeda. After reviewing the matter with our creative team”—he pauses to glance at Kenn—“it seems the cheat was activated not by one of the players, but by an outside party. We’ve decided the best way to resolve this, then, is to hold an official rematch between Team Andromeda and the Phoenix Riders, four days from today. This will be followed by the closing ceremony four days later.”\u003cbr\u003e An instant buzz of conversation fills the room at Hideo’s words. Asher leans back and frowns at the screen. “Well, it’s happening,” he says to us all. “An official rematch. We’ve got three days to get ready.”\u003cbr\u003e Hammie slurps up a mouthful of noodles. “An official rematch,” she echoes, although there’s no enthusiasm in her voice. “Never happened in the history of the championships.”\u003cbr\u003e “Gonna be a lot of Phoenix Rider haters out there,” Tremaine adds. Already, a few shouts of “Cheaters!” can be clearly heard from the other bars outside.\u003cbr\u003e Asher shrugs. “Nothing we haven’t faced before. Isn’t that right, Blackbourne?”\u003cbr\u003e Tremaine’s expression is blank. The excitement of the new game is lost on all of us as we continue to stare at the screen. A rematch isn’t the big news. If only those reporters knew what Hideo was really doing with the NeuroLink.\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eI’m tired of the horror in the world, \u003c\/i\u003ehe’d said to me. \u003ci\u003eSo I will \u003c\/i\u003eforce \u003ci\u003eit to end.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Well,” Roshan begins, rubbing a hand across his face, “if Hideo’s bothered by anything that’s happened in the last few days, he’s not showing it.”\u003cbr\u003e Tremaine’s concentrating on something invisible in his view and tapping rapidly against the bar. A few weeks ago, I would’ve bristled at being in the same room as him. He still isn’t my favorite person, and I keep wai a covered gurney being lifted into the vehicle. I only need to catch a glimpse of officers pointing up at the roof of a nearby building before I figure out what occurred here. Another criminal must have jumped to their death. Suicides like this have been peppering the news.\u003cbr\u003e And I helped make all of this happen.\u003cbr\u003e I swallow my unease and turn away. There’s a subtle but significant blankness in everyone’s eyes. They don’t know an artificial hand is inside their minds, bending their free will.\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eHideo’s \u003c\/i\u003ehand.\u003cbr\u003e The reminder is enough to make me pause in the middle of the street and close my eyes. My fists clench and unclench, even as my heart lurches at his name. \u003ci\u003eI’m such an idiot.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e How can the thought of him fill me with disgust and desire at the same time? How can I stare in horror at this line of people waiting in the rain outside a police station—but still blush at my dream of being in Hideo’s bed, running my hands along his back? \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eWe’re over. Forget him. \u003c\/i\u003eI open my eyes again and continue on, trying to contain the anger beating in my chest.\u003cbr\u003e By the time I duck into the heated halls of a Shinjuku shopping center, rain is coming down in wavy sheets, smearing the reflections of neon lights against the slick pavement.\u003cbr\u003e Not that the storm is stopping preparations for the upcoming Warcross closing ceremony, which will mark the end of this year’s games. With my beta lenses on, I can see the roads and sidewalks color-coded in hues of scarlet and gold. Each Tokyo district is highlighted like this right now, the streets shaded the colors of the most popular team in that neighborhood. Overhead, a lavish display of virtual fireworks is going off, piercing the dark sky with bursts of colored light. Shinjuku district’s favorite team is the Phoenix Riders, so the fireworks here are currently forming the shape of a rising phoenix, arching its flaming neck in a cry of victory.\u003cbr\u003e Every day over the next week or so, the top ten players of this year’s championships will be announced worldwide after a vote by all Warcross fans. Those ten players will compete in a final, all-star tournament during the closing ceremony, and then spend a year as the biggest celebrities in the world before they play again next spring, in the opening ceremony’s game. Like the one I once hacked into and disrupted, that upended my entire life and landed me here.\u003cbr\u003e People on the streets are proudly dressed up as their top-ten vote this year. I see a few Asher lookalikes sporting his outfit from our championship game in the White World; someone’s decked out as Jena, another as Roshan. Still others are arguing heatedly about the Final. There had obviously been a cheat—power-ups that shouldn’t have been in play.\u003cbr\u003e Of course, I had done that.\u003cbr\u003e I adjust my face mask, letting my rainbow hair tumble out from underneath my red raincoat’s hood. My rain boots squelch against the sidewalk. I have a randomized virtual face laid over my own, so at least people who are wearing their NeuroLink glasses or contacts will look at me and see a complete stranger. For the rare person who isn’t, the face mask should cover enough to make me blend in with everyone else wearing masks on the street. \u003cbr\u003e “\u003ci\u003eSugoi!\u003c\/i\u003e” someone passing me exclaims, and when I turn, I see a pair of wide-eyed girls grinning at my hair. Their Japanese words translate into English in my view. “Wow! Good Emika Chen costume!”\u003cbr\u003e They make a gesture like they want to take a photo of me, and I play along, putting up my hands in V-for-victory signs. \u003ci\u003eAre you both under Hideo’s control, too? \u003c\/i\u003eI wonder.\u003cbr\u003e The girls bob their heads in thanks and move along. I adjust my electric skateboard strapped over my shoulder. It’s a good temporary disguise, pretending to be myself, but for someone used to stalking others, I still feel weirdly exposed.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eEmi! Almost here?\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Hammie’s message appears before me as translucent white text, cutting through my tension. I smile instinctively and quicken my steps.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eAlmost.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eIt would’ve been easier, you know, if you’d just come with us.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I cast a glance over my shoulder again. It would’ve definitely been easier—but the last time I stayed in the same space as my teammates, Zero nearly killed us in an explosion.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I’m not an official Rider anymore. People would ask questions if they saw us heading out as a group tonight.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eBut you’d be safer if you did.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eIt’s safer if I didn’t.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I can practically hear her sigh. She sends the address of the bar again.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eSee you soon.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I pass through the mall and out the other side. Here, the colorful blocks of Shinjuku shift into the seedy streets of Kabukichō, Tokyo’s red-light district. I tense my shoulders. It’s not an \u003ci\u003eunsafe \u003c\/i\u003earea—certainly not compared to where I came from in New York—but the walls are covered with glowing screens featuring the services of beautiful girls and handsome, spiky-haired boys, along with shadier banners I don’t want to understand.\u003cbr\u003e Virtual models dressed in scanty outfits stand outside bars, beckoning visitors to enter. They ignore me when they realize my profile marks me as a foreigner and turn their attention to the more lucrative Japanese locals navigating the streets.\u003cbr\u003e Still, I pick up my pace. No red-light district in the world is safe. \u003cbr\u003e I duck into a narrow street on the border of Kabukichō. \u003ci\u003ePiss Alley\u003c\/i\u003e, so this cluster of little walkways is called. The Riders picked it for tonight because it’s closed to tourists during the Warcross championship season. Scowling bodyguards in suits stand at the entrances and exits of the alleys, shooing away curious passersby.\u003cbr\u003e I take down my disguise for a second so they can see my real identity. One bodyguard bows his head and lets me in.\u003cbr\u003e Both sides of the alleys are lined with tiny sake bars and yakitori stands. Through each of their fogged glass doors, I can see the backs of other teams huddled in front of smoking grills, arguing loudly at virtual projections on the walls showing interviews with players. The scent of fresh rain mixes with aromas of garlic, miso, and fried meat.\u003cbr\u003e I pull off my raincoat, shake it out, and fold it inside out into my backpack. Then I head to the last stall. This bar is a little bigger than the others, facing a quiet alley blocked off on either side. Its doorway is lit by a row of cheery red lanterns, and men in suits stand in strategic positions around it. One of them notices me and moves aside, ushering me forward.\u003cbr\u003e I walk under the lanterns and enter through the sliding glass door. A curtain of warm air envelops me.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eChecked into Midnight Sense Bar!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e+500 Points. Daily Score: +950\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eLevel 36 |  N120,064\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I find myself standing in a cozy room with a handful of filled seats arranged around a bar, where a chef is busy putting out bowls of ramen. He pauses to call out my arrival.\u003cbr\u003e A round of greetings hits me as everyone turns in my direction. \u003cbr\u003e There’s Hammie, our Thief, and Roshan, our Shield. Asher, our Captain, is sitting on one of the stools with his stylish wheelchair folded behind him. Even Tremaine, who technically plays for the Demon Brigade, is here. He keeps his elbows propped up on the bar as he nods at me through the steam rising from his bowl. He’s sitting away from Roshan, who’s fiddling with a bracelet of prayer beads on his wrist and making a point of ignoring his former boyfriend.\u003cbr\u003e My team. My friends. The eerie feeling of being watched subsides as I take in their faces.\u003cbr\u003e Hammie waves me over. I slide gratefully into the empty stool beside her. The chef puts down a bowl of ramen before me and steps out to give us privacy. “The whole city’s celebrating,” I mutter. “People have no idea what Hideo’s done.”\u003cbr\u003e She starts pulling her curls tight into a thick pouf high on her head. Then she juts her chin at a virtual screen playing footage from the Final against the wall. “You’re just in time,” she replies. “Hideo’s about to make his announcement.”\u003cbr\u003e We stare at the screen as Hammie pours me a cup of tea. It now shows a room of reporters with their faces turned toward a massive stage, all waiting impatiently for Hideo to arrive. Kenn, the Warcross creative director, and Mari Nakamura, Henka Games’ chief operating officer, are already there, whispering to each other.\u003cbr\u003e The room on the screen suddenly bursts into commotion as Hideo walks onstage. He straightens the lapels of his suit jacket once as he strides over to join his companions, shaking hands as he goes with his usual cool, careful grace.\u003cbr\u003e Even the sight of him onscreen feels as overwhelming as if he’d walked right into this bar. All I see is the same boy I’ve watched my whole life, the face I’d stop to look for at newsstands and take in on TV. I dig my nails into the counter, trying not to show how embarrassingly weak it makes me feel.\u003cbr\u003e Hammie notices. 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