Our group is called RIB

Tina displayed the missing group's statistics on the wall in front of John and he began to analyze the data as Tina was presenting it. Tina could run circles around him when it came to this type of data manipulation, but there were still insights and subtle trends that she failed to see. This time however there was no subtly about the connection between the people. It was very obvious; all thousand missing people belonged to the same sex club.

The sex clubs had sprung up over the past few years as a formalization of what the society of the City had been evolving towards, a completely free society from a sexual standpoint. People swapped partners, experimented with various sexual identities and homosexuality. There was all kinds of group sexual encounters available, and every sexual fetish was catered to at one of the many clubs.

The club in question was the 74th street swingers, one of the tamer clubs, mostly just a bunch of partner swapping and a few threesomes. John decided he would have to look deeper to find out why all of these people would disappear at the same time. Something tied them together with their sex club, but not all of them could have been there at the same time could they? How did something gain access to their record, the club must have been a portal that was left open, or broken open, that allowed someone access to the Mainframe itself. The real question was who?

He called up the club's records and started scrolling through the information from last night. It was not common knowledge but everything that happened in the city was recorded. The Mainframe is a digital world and nothing happens that does not get saved somewhere. John's position within the Department gave him full security access.

The images that resolved on the screen in front of him were typical of a club like this. There were six men on the stage and two women were giving them blowjobs. The women were apparently having some type of contest to see who could suck the men to orgasm the fastest. The big breasted blond was a real pro and as John watched she brought the guy she was mouth fucking to orgasm. He jacked his load all over her face and thick, pink nipples. Then she was quickly onto the next guy. The dark haired woman, with equally big tits, was not far behind. She took the guys cock she was sucking on all the way to the hilt in her mouth and swallowed the big load he spewed in her mouth.

At the back of the club John could see a man fucking a woman from behind. She was bent over one of the tables, her big tits mashed into the table top as he thrust his cock into her. She was moaning and fucking her cunt back at him as he pounded away at her wet pussy. All in all this was typical sex club action.

There were only 135 people checked in that night, and as he suspected many of the people who disappeared last night had not even been in the club when it happened. He was setting up a new set of data queries when suddenly the screen went blue. 'Well that is odd he thought to himself, I have never seen that before.'

Suddenly the face of a man appeared on the screen, he looked vaguely familiar, but John could not place his face. Hello John Doe, I have been waiting for you. My name is Richard Kinson; I am the director of RIB which stands for Reality is Best. I imagine you are looking for the people we saved last night."

"What do you mean by saved?" John asked.

"I mean we delivered them back to reality. We helped them to escape the viscous dream world that the City has become. We believe the society of the Mainframe has drifted from its purpose and as a result is corrupt and evil. Our goal is to return all of the people to reality."