You go with Big and Sarah.

Big and Sarah step into the elevator accompanied by a pair of heavily armed guards as escort. Mr Big's dressed in an elegantly tailored business suit. Sarah wears a pair of micro shorts, a pair of combat boots and a tight white T-shirt. Twin submachine pistols are strapped to her slim thighs. Though her avatar is recognisable as her true form you notice she's taken the opportunity to up her bust size by two or three cup sizes.

"Hi Abi." She says to you with a smile.

"Umm, hi Sarah." You welcome back.

"Now Sarah, that's hardly an adequate greeting." Mr Big admonishes his girlfriend. "Abigail has been missing you terribly."

"Missing me?" Sarah replies. "We were together less than two hours ago."

"It maybe two hours for you on the outside, but for me and Abi three months have passed in cyberworld." Big points out. "Now be a good girl and say hello properly."

Sarah presses her body up against yours, crushing your breasts together and allowing you to feel her rock hard nipples. Her lips lock onto yours and her tongue darts into your mouth as she french kisses you enthusiastically. You feel her hand slip up the back of your skirt and she gives your ass an affectionate squeeze.

"Much better." Big says. "We can all get reacquainted back in my suite."

"Have we really got time for that?" Sarah protests. "I'm only on a coffee break back at the VR lounge. I should transfer the cash and get back before I'm missed."

"Nonsense." Mr Big contradicts her. "Three or four hours here is only a couple of minutes in reality. We've plenty of time for a little fun before you leave."

You ride the elevator up to Big's floor and walk down the corridor to his suite. The three of you enter, leaving the guards stationed by the door. You wonder how to play this, you obviously havn't got any idea what Abigails bank account codes are. It would seem as soon as the question is asked you will be exposed as an imposter. Though you still have the laser scalpal and hypospray as weapons, both need you to tackle a target hand to hand. You could possibly take one of the crooks by surprise and disable them, but the other would shoot you down immediately. Your only chance is to get one of them alone.

"Drinks anyone." Mr Big asks. "Crossing to a minibar in the corner of the room. "Perhaps some food too. I have an excellent chef here Sarah, you must try the fillet mignon."

"Can't we just get on with business?" Sarah pleads in exasperation. "None of this is real for fucks sake. Are you two losing sight of the fact that we're just here to make ourselves rich, not live out our fantasies?"

"No-ones forgetting anything Sarah." Big says soothingly. "But there's no reason not to enjoy our work. If it makes you feel happier we'll finish the transactions first and then have some fun."

Sarah seems satisfied with the compromise and settles down into one of the leather settees. Big hands her a laptop and she busily taps on it's keys, occasionally referring to Big for figures and access codes. Presently she turns to you.

"That's Big's and my share moved Abi." She tells you. "You just have to enter your offshore account number for your cut."

Sarah slides the laptop across the table towards you. Both she and Big look at you expectantly. You look at the laptop, wondering what to do now.

"How much is in this transfer?" You ask, stalling.

"Only about ten thousand US dollars each." Big says. "This is only a test run really. Once we have more brothels set up we can expect a couple of million apiece each game month."

You sit poised at the laptop, unable to think of a course of action. Suddenly an explosion rocks the building and the crack of small arms fire. The shooting quickly escalates until it sounds as though the streets surrounding the brothel have become a warzone. Big is looking tense with one hand held to his ear as he receives reports on his inbuilt comm unit.

"Large scale attack on the compound." He informs you and Sarah. "Several dozen hostiles are attempting to storm the building."