Albert flinched at the sound of the rifle fire.

"So, do you have any suggestions?" the general asked.

"I think I still need to get closer. I probably won't be able to help you, guns and other military weapons aren't a part of the videogame."

"Surely the bugs have weak points or something? I thought you were supposed to be the expert at this game."

[Cowboy Beetle. Health 400 out of 400] the system announced.

The armored car Albert and the general were riding in must have gotten closer to the bug.

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"You haven't done anything to it," Albert said.

"We've broken through its armor. Carapace? It looks pretty injured"

"Ah. I just meant–"

Another round of rifle fire cut off Albert.

"I think its dead now," the general said.

"Can we go closer? I want to check if its still acknowledged by the video game system."

"Yes. After the confirmation of the kill comes in. We'll have to walk to get any closer, though."

"Has its body not disappeared? I suppose that tracks. I really don't think I'll be able to help you fight against the bugs in this manner, an entomologist should be better. But I still want to investigate more for my own purpose, if that's alright?"

"We're both working towards the same purpose, even if you go about it in a very different way," The general turned to talk to someone on his walkie-talkie, then told Albert "They've declared the bug dead if you want to check it out now."

"Sounds good! Wait, what time is it?"

"1640, why?"

"I've got an interview scheduled in twenty minutes. This was supposed to be a quiet job."